Continued from here! @agcnt1ne
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A new portal flashed forth, and before long, Wesley would surely recognized that he wasn’t on Earth anymore. Where was this? Everything was was a mix of red and some grey, illuminated by some dim, gold lights.
“Welcome to Immora, capital of Hell, and home of the last of its population.” Said one of the Blood Troopers leading Wesley to what appeared to be its prison quarters. “This wasteworld hasn’t always been what it is. It was the most beautiful planet in any one cluster of the vast void itself.”
“A pity Jekkad turned into what it is... But life must go on, right?” Filtered, yet clearly masculine voice behind that helmet continued. “Regular infusions from depleted life force of various beings across stars are transformed into a source of energy. It allows citizens here to maintain their physical state.”
“Unlike the rest of the territories surrounding or beyond it, where many of our brethren became corrupted.”
Wesley was lead into one of the many prison cells by both Blood Troopers. Once there, the two crimson soldiers stepped aside, while a prison guard activated a barrier that would prevent the Welshman from leaving.
“First prisoner in ages, huh.” Feminine voice left the other Blood trooper. “Lord Davoth would usually order others to be killed on sight, but there must be a reason he had taken this... human.”
“Who knows what he will do to this man...” The male Blood Trooper replied. “Then again, he is not to be done anything to until Lord Davoth regains his physical form. I heard that he is trapped as a soul sphere atop a former temple in the swamps.”
“Ingmore Sanctum. Heard that many tried to go on top of it.” The female trooper chuckled. “What idiots, on a suicide mission JUST to try to do the impossible.” She then looked at Wesley. “You are in luck. A disciple has come to the city, and he may as well study this prison... And you.”
“We’ll come back for you later.” That was all she said before she and her friend left Wesley’s cell.
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How long has it been since Wesley was contained here? On Earth, time was easily measurable, but in Hell, who knows? Anything is free game here, to be honest.
Footsteps. Did those troopers come back?
Apparently not. But someone else did, instead. Black and red armor mimicking chitinous features, pallor skin, a pair of eyes with mismatched colors... Green and red respectively. Blonde hair too-- And there were a pair of ivory horns on the sides of their head, shaped like that of a ram’s. What is such a youth doing here in Hell?
They... Brought a book and ink? For a place so advanced, some people, if they could be even called that, still use tools of the old.
“...Hello.” The armored person spoke. Looked to be but a teenage boy in his latter years. At least he wouldn’t intend any harm on Wes, but again, this was Hell. Anything could happen.
