Post by Abzerute on Dec 14, 2016 13:12:53 GMT
PL: 110,782
The fluffy cloud blinked as it found itself plummeting down into the pits of the underworld... blinking at the sight that awaited him when he arrived. The terrain was an amalgamation of various landscapes, all blended and arranged together rather chaotically. As he floated there, Abzerute pondered over what King Yemma had said... apparently an entity down here by the name of Prince Beelzebub had personally requested that he arrive here. That fact alone made him wonder that if Yemma had not been interrupted, would he perhaps have been sent in the other direction, or would he genuinely have been sent to this strange dimension in the first place?
That was a line of inquiry for another time however... right now though, Abzerute had two primary concerns. First and foremost was to try and figure out how to get his body restored in this twisted afterlife, because screw remaining in this puffball cloud format... Second concern was to try and locate this Beelzebub person who had summoned him to this realm. From what he could recall from the files he'd read regarding myth and magicks, the name Beelzebub in Earth's culture alluded to some sort of demonic entity, which meant that for them to personally request his presence down in Hell, meant that he had to be cautious. Demons were notorious for crafting deals and schemes, according to legend and folklore, and usually found some sort of loophole to twist a bargain in their favour.
Nothing for it now though... he was here, and so the formerly bronze Arcosian decided he might as well try to figure out what was going on as soon as he could. He had an Arcosian to kick off of his throne back in the living realm, and a set of Dragon Balls to collect as well to ensure this sort of misadventure didn't happen again. "Prince Beelzebub?" he called out, grumbling a little at the damned pitch of his voice in this miserable form. "You called Yemma to bring me here! What is it that you seek from me?" Abzerute called out.
Beelzebub
The fluffy cloud blinked as it found itself plummeting down into the pits of the underworld... blinking at the sight that awaited him when he arrived. The terrain was an amalgamation of various landscapes, all blended and arranged together rather chaotically. As he floated there, Abzerute pondered over what King Yemma had said... apparently an entity down here by the name of Prince Beelzebub had personally requested that he arrive here. That fact alone made him wonder that if Yemma had not been interrupted, would he perhaps have been sent in the other direction, or would he genuinely have been sent to this strange dimension in the first place?
That was a line of inquiry for another time however... right now though, Abzerute had two primary concerns. First and foremost was to try and figure out how to get his body restored in this twisted afterlife, because screw remaining in this puffball cloud format... Second concern was to try and locate this Beelzebub person who had summoned him to this realm. From what he could recall from the files he'd read regarding myth and magicks, the name Beelzebub in Earth's culture alluded to some sort of demonic entity, which meant that for them to personally request his presence down in Hell, meant that he had to be cautious. Demons were notorious for crafting deals and schemes, according to legend and folklore, and usually found some sort of loophole to twist a bargain in their favour.
Nothing for it now though... he was here, and so the formerly bronze Arcosian decided he might as well try to figure out what was going on as soon as he could. He had an Arcosian to kick off of his throne back in the living realm, and a set of Dragon Balls to collect as well to ensure this sort of misadventure didn't happen again. "Prince Beelzebub?" he called out, grumbling a little at the damned pitch of his voice in this miserable form. "You called Yemma to bring me here! What is it that you seek from me?" Abzerute called out.
Beelzebub
