What?! What's this?!

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 The Shadow of Red trod along in his eight legged form, stepping over a mound of twisted bone and red stone. He would rather have shifted into his flying form to speed this patrol along, but for now energy needed to be conserved. After his original death and revival, the demon lord might have been strong enough to easily throttle any of his realm’s potential challengers; but even he could tell he was but a fragment of his former self. Each day he felt stronger and stronger, but still nowhere near the level he once boasted. So Red bided his time, waiting and strengthening. The more energy he saved, the more energy he could devote to regaining his former power. And once that day came, he knew exactly who he was going to pay a visit too. The ever frowning maw of the hellbeast refused a smile despite the pleasing thought.

So far though, the Shadow of Red almost wished he could have some entertainment. A battle to be fought and won, a victim to torture and then consume; just as it was in the days before. Truth be told, the odd sensation the demon kept getting as he moved closer to his realm’s perimeter made him wish he had such entertainment coming. What he saw next made him pause in both confusion and bemusement.

Along the plane of blood red stone in front of him, seemingly starting out of a lake of blood was a wide, black line. The surface contrasted heavily with anything in Zenith’s burning, sharp, jagged landscape. The line’s ground was incredibly smooth, almost a glossy black akin to polished obsidian in the firelight. Red extended a talon tipped finger and pressed it to the line’s surface to inspect it, almost instantly to retract it as a sharp, bitter cold snapped at the extremity.

-What!? What’s this?!-

Image marked mature for those who are scared of Red. If I'm made aware that no one will be scared, I will take it off. Just want to be considerate~


_{Story created by tarbano
Shadow of Red owned by CosbyDaf}