[u][i][b]The Highway to Hell[/b][/i][/u] [u][i]Underworld, Unknown Time/Date[/i][/u] [i]The place was a literal hell. No, really, it was. Along it's burning shores, stained with blood, are countless demons, imps, and other unknown specimens combing the shore for something good to eat. They occasionally look up to the windows of a tower in the middle of the sulfuric lake, thinking they sense movement. Though, nothing seems to be inside, so they keep scanning the beach as a child would with a metal detector. However, there was something in that tower. Or more specifically, someone. The person in question is rather gaunt, and peaks at around 5'10". He is stained with ash and blood, covered in scratch marks from previous encounters. His face is covered with a coarse dark hair, however the beard looks slightly nicer than one who would neglect it. But the one thing that really makes him look abnormal is the pair of blazing crimson eyes, red as ever. He sits at his desk, finishing writing something on a pieces a paper, possibly a letter or a journal. When he finishes, he stands up, and looks behind him. To keep him from becoming insane he constantly formed shadow figures to keep him company. One of them is right behind the man as he turns, and nods when they look each other in the eye. "I'm ready to go," The man said with a hollow voice. "Will do, Sir Mortar," the Shadow said, nodding again as he opened the door to a rather thin bridge. Both of the figures left the building, standing at the foot of the bridge. The demons, noticing them, snarl and whine at them as they cross.[/i] [u][i]The Final Mausoleum, Later, Still an Unknown Time[/i][/u] [i]Mortar and the Shadow walk up to the massive doors of the Final Mausoleum, Mortar somewhat horrified at the memories here. Sighing, he pushed open the doors, revealing a massive room, made of multiple floors, each filled with seemingly millions of figures, not quite transparent, and look rather normal, except for a white steam lightly piling off of them. He looks around for any familiar faces, one in particular as he pulls something out of his bag.[/i] [spoiler]Open, but only if you have a dead character.[/spoiler]