Chapter 2: Nether & Destruction
Theodore suddenly found himself in the magnificent throne room of a gigantic, gothic castle, lit only by hanging sconces and hanging oil torches of green flames hanging from the ceiling and the walls.
Seated on the two thrones before him were two of the both most beautiful people Theodore's ever met and two of the most scary people he's ever had the pleasure of meeting.
The man was at least 20 feet tall, with pitch black skin as black as the abyss, with green-black eyes that were like gates to very deathly abyssal flames themselves. He had green and black fiery hair, a handsome face, and 4 long, curved horns protruding from the top of his forehead and the back of his head like a devil's crown. He had black bone wings, with flaming feathers made of green nether flames. Dressed in obsidian robes made of green flames and pitch black darkness itself, he radiated an old power, one born in death and souls and ancientness so old, it felt primal.
The woman was dark skinned, albeit much fairer than the man. She had fierce red, wolf-like eyes, black hair with blue tips at the end. She had a nice curvaceous form, sharp canine fangs and an athlete's build. She had a blue sports top, baggy black and blue pants and black and blue shoes. She had sharp claws that were painted both black and blue in pattern. She radiated natural beauty as well as great and destructive power. Her presence was imposing, commanding and without backtrack. Theodore didn't need to know who she was to know she was a force of nature, somehow personified.
Before two of them, every instinct in Theodore's body practiclaly begged Theodore not to piss these two being off in any way, no matter how minuit.
"So this is the one...?" the man's voice seemed to say, though Theodore wasn't too sure he heard properly... At least, until he spoke again. "The one Zagreus' girl found as a bonding agent?"
"Seems so," the woman fixed Theodore with scrutinizing eyes. "Though he is unimaginaly weak, he does have the frequency compatibility to bond to our son's soul. It's there, despite being quite rare, rarer still amongst mere mortals...".
"Hmmm, I see that their spirit patterns line up excellently, as well," the man said. "It is as if this one was made for him, their souls practically sync up without trouble — At least, from a mere glance, that is."
Theodore was confused. What did they want from him? What do they mean by bonding to their son? What is all this about souls?