Somewhere in the abyss...
A demonic castle had risen from the Abyss like a wound that never closed.
Its jagged towers rose from the base itself, and beneath those towers, rivers of molten matter flowed endlessly.
The blackened stone of the castle walls was veined with faint pulses of crimson light, each throb resembling a heartbeat, slow and deliberate, as though the structure itself were alive.
Inside the castle, the corridors stretched unnaturally tall and narrow, amplifying every sound into something threatening.
The air was heavy with demonic essence.
At its core a throne hall had stood; an obsidian throne stood elevated quite a few feet from the ground.
On the throne a demonic figure sat with eyes that shone with shades of the abyss itself.
He leaned forward slightly, one clawed hand resting against the arm of the throne while the other hovered near a floating black orb.
