Crusader King

"Where are we ?"

Cades didn't expect a real answer, the archer was probably sent to this place in the same way that he was, he was probably banished here, but maybe, just maybe, maybe he knew something.

After all, there was a fair chance that the archer had been here longer than Cades, much longer.

And finally, after seemingly calculating the risks, thinking over what he was going to say and firing his gaze into thin air, seemingly still thinking about the "false" way in which Cades had absorbed the active, the overload, the lightning spell, he finally began answering, this time one could barely hear the gurgle and even the overlaying intent was quiet.

"I have no idea, but if I had to take a guess I'd say that this place, this eternal abyss, is a prison, one where there are inconceivable danger around every corner, hiding in every f#cking nook, readying themselves to rip everyone apart. There are countless flying islands here and except for the temples that are spread out everywhere around this endless void each of the islands is home to a great danger, whether it be demons, hondors, ahiles, I've even seen a being that I think was a kurakkan. I've been here for about three years now and the scariest thing is that I never ate and I never aged, this place, whatever it is was created for a purpose, was created to do something. Nothing here changes, whether it be position, whether it be age, whether it be the light from below. I've spent every day of the last three years cursing this place, this f#cking void with the f#cking monsters slithering across it like gigantic black worms, like snakes that reside in the water and drink their own piss, I hate this place."

With every word that the entrancing archer said his face contorted less and less, at first he seemed to be thinking about all the crap he had been through in this hell, all the thing that had tortured him, that had seemed as if they would change everything about everything, as if they would kill him, but after that first grimace that still didn't take away much from his entrancing quality he became more and more monotone, all the while his language becoming more and more repetitive, vile and hateful.

In many a way he was truly showing just how much he hated this place, he hated it so much that his anger did not show, just as a seeving hot liquid that was kept under enough pressure while it was still ice, still heated up and still stayed as ice, just as the core of a planet, a planet made of solids keep in mind, was often solid because of that very same principle, because of the insane pressure on them, the hatred that was streaming out of the archer was pressured so much that it didn't come out, that it became monotone, that he just stood there.

It was terrifying, a man who shows his emotions can be volatile and a man who doesn't can be cruel but a man that had so many emotions that he couldn't show them would inevitably go insane, whether he was happy, sad or in this case filled to the brim with hatred.

But, perhaps because of that very same reason, the anger of the archer quickly vanished from his face, only leaving behind a insultingly beautiful slate without any emotions and eyes of a normal size, and at that moment, the moment where he had gone back to normal and was staring at the still seated Cades, the Cades that hadn't moved in the slightest, he asked something else.

"Why was the lightning purple ?"