The Ways of Leland

A shadow

  Our mysterious person, who is able to wrap themselves in a darkness darker than twilight, walked calmly out of the high school. This person was a bit confused. How could Leland become that wretches regalia? Haven't he heard about what that thing has done?

Nonetheless, the cloaked figure knew what would happen if this news is not reported immediately, it would pay deeply for it. (Though, it'd be happy to die for it's master.) With a flip of the cloak, the person vanished into nothing.

Once it got there, it felt a sizzling heat blast the figure. That's the worst part of this place, the crackling heat. Luckily, trips to the otherworld were mostly short and brief.

You can guess what this place looked like. Lots of red, fiery rocks and molten magma. Here, all demons dwell. The figure could see them soaring the skies or dragging their spiked tails along the ground.

There are two parts of the underworld. They were called the boneyard and the lava pit. It is obvious where we are now.

Our antagonist, however is heading to the boneyard. The figure is still standing in the lava pit, but is on the border of the two areas. Once on in the boneyard, one could hear the moaning of tormented souls.

No One knows why this place is called the boneyard. There are no actual bones in the boneyard: It may be called that because of the souls that have not reached heaven dwell there. This is like a graveyard without the graves, but instead souls run amok here. Or perhaps the coarse dirt and lack of plant life gives this place the feel of a boneyard.

But I believe it's because of the fort of Tarantos. In the middle of the land lied a triumphant castle that could be seen from over a mile away. This castle, that glows brighter than any other place in the entire underworld, was created from the skeletons of demons that tried to defy the god of death.

Here is the place where newly dead souls came for judgement. If they have lived a good and bright life, they go to heaven. The souls tried guilty and have lived a life of horror stay here, in the home of tarantos.

The figure walked past the new line up of dead people. People of every race, age and place came to same place to be trialed. They still had their bodies from when they died. They won't be changed into the blue globes until later. The cloaked person ignored these people while heading to the room of tribulation. There, on a throne made from every single type of gem that have ever existed, sat tarantos. The god was larger than any mortal man, with a temper twice as long.

His black hair was darker than any raven or crow. He was playing with it as his regalia walked close to him.

Once in ear shot, he spoke in his dark and powerful voice."What news do you bring? Has you discover a lead of her plot?"

The figure bowed down at the throne. "I do, great one. The person in question has acquired another regalia to control."

Tarantos slammed his massive fist into the arm of the chair. "What! You told me that you were monitoring the suspects. You should have known the instant she claimed it!"

"That is the problem, sir, he was heading to a party where i was going to monitor him but she was one step ahead of us. I beg your mercy,sire."

The great god sighed deeply. "Forgiven. There is nothing to be done about the matter. Here are your instructions: Stay on the earth and keep an eye on the regalia. And no matter what the cost, Do not allow him to awaken and for the goddess to take control. We already lost one of my servants. I Can't afford to lose another, especially one with that soul...