The elevator, truth be told, was not something that the former Architect had concerned himself much with. In his mind, the explanation was simple. This world, this Star, was soon to be no more. It was soon to be another cog in the mechanism to spur the rejoining to bring back what was lost, and what did not deserve to have its life cut so short by a fate most unfortunate.
What point was there in getting attached ? Not that any of his creations were meant to be able to get attached, they were scarce more than a desperate plea for some return to what he had lost so long ago. The latest one at that, he had tried giving the inhabitants of this Star a chance to prove that they were worthy to walk in the place that should have belonged to the inhabitants of Amaurot, yet either by greed or envy they all fell. They all disappointed him. Not even Allag, not even Garlemald could hold a candle whose flicker could compare to the brilliance of what he- no, what they all lost.
It was not that Hades had intended to doom or damn sentient beings into being as lost in the tempestuous depths of despair as he was, nay. He was merely so disheartened by what lay beyond that he thought it better to remain within the past. And, well, frankly he had not quite intended to have a sentient being down there in general. Was it his desperation for company? Or was it the guilt in knowing that his old friend would be disappointed in how far the mighty Emet-Selch had let himself fall?
He just wanted to rest. He had played his part, he had pulled the strings of Empires and watch them crumble, and sometimes watch his own heart crumble as his attempts to find worth in this world fail time and time again. But, that would require his cohorts be competent, and not named Lahabrea. How exhausting. Back to Amaurot, or so was his plan. A return to his sole comfort in this world, even if it was not to be much longer should his plans play out.
The large contraption dinged as it reached the aetherial floor of the recreation of his home, as the doors opened, the man groggily walked out and right into what at his height looked like a black curtain draped from above. A groan escaped him as he straightened his back from his typical slouch to gaze up. A tilt of his head and a slow blink, none of the shades should have come near here unless- ah. Hythlodaeus.
“One would think I would be awake enough to realize the sixteen foot tall being before me. Unfortunately, that is not the case.” Hades shrugged his shoulders in a slow and rather exaggerated fashion. “What is it that brings you over here, Hythlodaeus?”
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