Post by Baal on Jan 22, 2011 1:00:26 GMT -8
Baal walked alone on the frozen road to the last circle of hell. The road twist through broken and jagged mountains opening up to the frozen lake of bodies. He snarled to himself as he came upon this scene, hating that he would admit this was beautiful...
Souls wailed in the distance like the wind on earth, but with a certain appeal to it. I had been seventy years since he had been in Cantos, just before he had been summoned, he had been ready to over throw the Ruler of Hell, and claim the crown. Now, what once held is small, but mighty, militia, was now a wasteland that he could only hope to resurrect to its previous glory.
Souls wailed in the distance like the wind on earth, but with a certain appeal to it. I had been seventy years since he had been in Cantos, just before he had been summoned, he had been ready to over throw the Ruler of Hell, and claim the crown. Now, what once held is small, but mighty, militia, was now a wasteland that he could only hope to resurrect to its previous glory.
