Screams of pain echoed in the corridor. The torches on the wall served no purpose as the thick shadows smothered their light. The darkness was actually tangible and wrapped around you, consuming each little bit of light in your heart. Infecting your soul and twisting any bit of hope into utter despair. The few beings that lived and thrived there were twisted beings that had a fearfully high level of charisma and intelligence. One of these beings goes by the name Tarturus. He was the top of things here and bowed to no one. He was, at this moment sitting in a throne-like chair that was so dark the shadows themselves seemed to be afraid.
"Is it prepared?" He asked no one in particular. A form appeared out of the shadow.
"Nearly sir, just a few more hours." A raspy voice hissed out from the form.
"Then it is late. I do not appreciate late work." His voice remained even toned.
"I-i- yes sir" the shadowy form quickly dissipated.
"He escaped once, let's see how well he does it a second time"
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Sorry I haven't been updating. I keep getting different breeds of plot bunnies and it's hard to feed them all. I am going to try harder though. With any luck I will have more free time and some bunny cages.
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Trapped (Original, discontinued)
FanfictionThe gods may have come up with a plan to stop Gaea, but it has one Major flaw...