The Ahara Chronicles, Chapter One: An Infernal Conception
June 12th, 2007
His infernal majesty, the Balor Lord Malevans Phn’Glaz Razz’a'el (the third), was bored. He was perched atop his golden and flaming throne, his elbow resting on the arm of that fiery seat, his hand supporting his head, his great red wings shifting a little as if in a breeze, and was gazing out over his immense throne room, and was bored.
“Lydus,” he suddenly said, “I’m bored. What plaything can you offer me today?”
Lydus’ two heads looked up, the wolf-like one grinning and snarling, the snake-like one simply wavering a little and hissing. “We do have the banquet tonight, if you remember?”
“Ah, yes. The banquet. What’s on the menu?”
“Well,” growled Lydus, “I think Raikh has a few things in mind. Why don’t we go down to the dungeons and see what he has – to alleviate your infernal majesty’s boredom?”