side: hell

[idolpro]

[ The light which spread everywhere intensifies, gaining not just brightness but color. It focuses with its intensity, golden lines swarming your vision. And where the gold coalesces, it leaves space between with a black that opens out like a sea, sweeping across your vision as your eyes adjust until you can see the truth of your new surroundings.

The golden bars are not the gates that welcomed you in.

They're the bars to a cell you've been dumped in with your unfortunate compatriots. A cell that sits in an inky sea of darkness, broken up not by light across objects in your vision but by brilliant colors each so solid that the darkness cannot cover them up. And, in your vision, guarding the cage is a figure, with six wings, each as golden as the bars. Their eyes are a milky expanse of white-blue light, emanating outwards, like they've caught you in headlights.

A jailer's keyring sits at their waist. ]

Comments

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

She works for Pythia - no telling if what you say will make it to her. That's what happens when your whole dominion is made of lies.

[As an afterthought]

No one's ever actually talked to Pythia except that one time she fried Heart Soldier's brains pretending to be an angel and when you get your choice for graduation.

[stakesthesame]

... huh. Great, even liar-y liar demons.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Not your forte?

[It's not his either]

[stakesthesame]

I'm not really into the whole "read between the lines" junk people like that do.

[ like you. read between THESE lines. ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Then maybe that will work in your favor.

[A laugh]

Good luck.