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*The chains disappear and with them the scene changes once again, and you are now sitting in a monstrous iron dining hall, a lavish table set before you that seems to stretch for miles, set with what you can only describe as 'meat'. Druzil sits you your right on the table happily munching some unknown limb.*
Alvor: "Your gonna have to stop warping me around the place, and its 'Alvor'. Now if you would kindly explain where 'here' is and what is this choice you keep going on about?"
*glance around the room for others*
*There is no one.*
Druzil: "Oh yeah dat fing. Right."
*Druzil stands and dips into a low bow, arms spread wide*
Druzil: "Welcome to Hells, you poor unfortunate soul. Abandon all hope, blah blah blah, etcet'ra etcet'ra. Now that the pleasantries is over wiff, you got a choice to make. Not one, but two masters of Hell have sought your allegiance. And I'm sposed to be figurin' out which one, if eitha, you'd be wantin' to serve."
*He flops back down and continues eating.*
Alvor: "Wait I'm not dead?"
*clicks in his head after saying it*
Alvor:"But im in hell(s) and you are the middle man between me and a deal with who? Demons? What in the hell (pun) would a demon want my allegiance for?"
*Druzil abruptly stands and turns, beginning to march away*
Druzil: "Well EXCUSE me, oh high and mighty one! Next time my Kings ask me to find them a vassal upon which to lavish extravagant power, I'll be sure not to bother you!!!"
Alvor: "WHOA wait a minute there turbo! did you say...'power'?
*stands up to follow*
*As you stand, the scene shifts yet again and you find yourself lying in a field of black roses beneath a blood red sky. Druzil, laying next you you, pipes up*
Druzil: "Aaaahhh, ain't nothin' like a black moonset. And yes, oh wise one, power. Seems to be the only fing either of my kings care about acquiring now....well....more so now that them bloody gods is gone."