Streets of Pandemonium

[SephirothSage]

And so it came to pass that the old man led the troupe of assorted demonic entities through the city of Hell and towards his home. He's quiet for most of the trip- a surly frown on his face- but eventually, that fades as his home becomes visible in the distance; a spire of marble topped with a roof of slate that makes it almost seem a speartip pointed to the skies above. It's base is jagged at the sides- as if it was ripped from some larger structure, then haphazardly sealed along those lines that where once hallways connecting to other structures. Soon, the group is assembled at the base of the tower- where it seems to lurk between two more native buildings, having crushed a third in it's landing.


The door is simple and wooden- as the magus runs his hand over the wood to deactivate a series of rather nasty magical traps, muttering quiet words to help his focus, before opening the door and heading in to a long entry hall.


"Come on then, I haven't got all blasted day.."

 

[Cirno]

Posarios


As they follow the old man and his apprentice, she examines the tower. Mortal architecture and material, it seemed, though the wave of his hand over the door suggested something more.


The entry hall is too long. She resists the instinct to teleport.