Dark Astoria.
Seraph sat on a bench in the darken city, looking at his canteen and sighed, it had all started so simple, investigate a suicide in Peragin Island, but then he entered that run down apartment block... Then... A misty forest? Then falling and now he was here, in the palm of the death god Mot.
He ran his hand through his hair, he had tried to escape, but every time he had gotten close to the security gate to Talos, the darkness would swarm in and he would find himself blocks away, Mot was not willing to let it's latest plaything escape so easily.
What made it worse is he tried to help people he had found here, but that had failed, Kadabra Kill and his wife Sigil dead, he had to work with Arachnos and now to stop some cult of crazed assassin monster ladies, he was having to ally with Malta of all people. His only hope for help, a peacebringer he met on the edge of the city said she gets word to his family.
As he sat there, he felt a sharp pain in his head, a booming voice filling his mind.
"sO sWeEt yOuR DiSpAiR." Mot's voice roared in his skull. "aLl tHe bEtTeR fOr wHeN I fInAlY DeVoUr yOu."
Seraph fell from the bench, clutching his head as the booming voice echoed in what felt like his bones and he prayed that some one.... Any one, could help him as the dark god laughed.
Seraph sat on a bench in the darken city, looking at his canteen and sighed, it had all started so simple, investigate a suicide in Peragin Island, but then he entered that run down apartment block... Then... A misty forest? Then falling and now he was here, in the palm of the death god Mot.
He ran his hand through his hair, he had tried to escape, but every time he had gotten close to the security gate to Talos, the darkness would swarm in and he would find himself blocks away, Mot was not willing to let it's latest plaything escape so easily.
What made it worse is he tried to help people he had found here, but that had failed, Kadabra Kill and his wife Sigil dead, he had to work with Arachnos and now to stop some cult of crazed assassin monster ladies, he was having to ally with Malta of all people. His only hope for help, a peacebringer he met on the edge of the city said she gets word to his family.
As he sat there, he felt a sharp pain in his head, a booming voice filling his mind.
"sO sWeEt yOuR DiSpAiR." Mot's voice roared in his skull. "aLl tHe bEtTeR fOr wHeN I fInAlY DeVoUr yOu."
Seraph fell from the bench, clutching his head as the booming voice echoed in what felt like his bones and he prayed that some one.... Any one, could help him as the dark god laughed.
Neph: I wanna fight!