Levels of Hell: First LevelThe halo of light catching the slender, straight shoulders, caged within their net of leather laces, seemed to illuminate the sallow skin and taint it pale gold. His hands, held out, caught he sun on the golden bands of metal across the fingers and the copper-tipped claws adorning each slender digits, setting them alight with fire. While the austere costume was black and white, it hardly dampened the divine brilliance emanating from the man, hovering in the air and slowly descending, bathed in a pillar of light as onlookers would later swear to skeptical priests.Levels of Hell: First Level
A different era, a different time, and all of the robed figures bow
Levels of Hell: Second Level 1Luke 4:5-6 "And he led Him up and showed Him all the kingdoms of the inhabited earth in a moment of time. / And the devil said to Him, To You I will give all this authority and their glory, because to me it has been delivered, and to whomever I want I give it."Levels of Hell: Second Level 1
"That desperate, eh?"
He chuckled, although the gleam in the copper bars floating in darkness was hungry. The transitions had been subtle, although the intentions were instantly obvious. He had gotten to his feet finally, bored of lying there in the sands, partially interested in the figure standing in the distance. The bright figure. Hardly had he taken a ste
Levels of Hell: Second Level 3A curl brought his lips around into something resembling a semblance of a smile, as the bars of copper slid over to the male, with the slight motion made by the man.Levels of Hell: Second Level 3
"Tough customer," he murmured, the question half-directed at the strange-looking male (he was one to talk, the copper-daubed nails flicking out strangely against the dark green of his cloak), half-thrown in mocking sneer at the powers-that-be.
Tipping his head--he assumed that the authorities would even now be exhausting their supply of temptation--in a cat-like way, the alert, mockingly playful expression glinting in the flecks of orange gave the noncha
Levels of Hell: Second Level 5Ouch. Rejected? A gesture that would usually have flared a rage within the molten pool of copper seemed to do nothing; he was only dimly aware of the slight shift in stance that was a cold rebuff.Levels of Hell: Second Level 5
/My immortal soul?/ he thought, laughter like silent thunder wracking his sinewy form. Crass mockery at the folklore of the demonic immortals. They were nothing more than that; undying authorities, seemingly tired of a peaceful and quiet life.
The cliffs had melted, and he was standing alone in darkness. Alone. That was the first thing he noticed. The other figure was not with him. Thinking about the man... something irked
