Hell, at least, has strict rules about what exists inside of it, which are enforced by the ones who rule it. This room is some being's idea of taking control over life and death itself. His gaze is sharp as he takes in the details of the room, noting the stains of dark water, the blood stained upon the ground both human and other, and the strange childish drawings.
The table is a clear sign of some sick experimentation, someone's twisted idea of creation as if they were a god. What manner of choice do beings have in this? Are they even capable of choice? More burlap, twisted in strands. Like the dolls discarded outside, like the one clawing at Chrichter's back. Too bad it did not slice his throat open and spill his damned blood to the Earth, or is he one of these too?
He picks up a piece of it and flicks it off again. The room grows colder as Wrath's anger grows, but his focus is clear.
Magnus' attention was drawn to the wall: living but not is an accurate assessment. Hands beat up against the wall near Wrath's face, and he does not flinch. Mouths bite through the wall on the other side, desperate and clawing. What true Hell, do they exist in?
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Hell, at least, has strict rules about what exists inside of it, which are enforced by the ones who rule it. This room is some being's idea of taking control over life and death itself. His gaze is sharp as he takes in the details of the room, noting the stains of dark water, the blood stained upon the ground both human and other, and the strange childish drawings.
The table is a clear sign of some sick experimentation, someone's twisted idea of creation as if they were a god. What manner of choice do beings have in this? Are they even capable of choice? More burlap, twisted in strands. Like the dolls discarded outside, like the one clawing at Chrichter's back. Too bad it did not slice his throat open and spill his damned blood to the Earth, or is he one of these too?
He picks up a piece of it and flicks it off again. The room grows colder as Wrath's anger grows, but his focus is clear.
Magnus' attention was drawn to the wall: living but not is an accurate assessment. Hands beat up against the wall near Wrath's face, and he does not flinch. Mouths bite through the wall on the other side, desperate and clawing. What true Hell, do they exist in?
Open the walls, the writing said. )
There's something beyond.