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Even in Hell there were realms untouched by the stygian wickedness which poisoned the world. Places where beauty was unmistakable; beyond the scariest, most horrifying realms of torment, beyond veils of dead souls and forgotten spirits, and even deeper past all those wretched realms of penance, was the core of Hell - a place where the world was no longer the same, the sole exception of that realm. It was a palace fit for Lucifer himself even; a gigantic, white ivory palace, with a mix of both south eastern and european styles. like a massive monumental beauty of indian origin merged flawlessly with a tremendous western european castle, forming the most gorgeous fortification the eyes had ever laid upon... onyx gemstones decorated it's walls and sculptures, and there was no shortage of awe-striking sights here. Gigantic petrified white trees surrounded it in a massive stone garden, whilst the sky above was a chaotic mass of primordial stars crashing and exploding in utter cosmic chaos, like the birth of a thousand galaxies all at once; it was a peek through time, perhaps, as if one could stare into the birth of the universe itself. And all around was the most beautifully shaped world of white marble stone, natural, organic, and serene, flawless in it's still and unmoving beauty... and at the top of it all, at the peak of that great place, was the palace.
Within, it was a place of fierce and powerful Magick, of only the Darkest kind. Supposedly this had been the seat of the Dark Lords for centuries... why, before Divus, even the kings of Hell itself had not dared set foot here, for there was a great mystery hidden inside the core of the palace which made it a living being, and a creature of terrible evil, shapeshifting and rebuilding itself every century to the wishes and desires of it's Dark master. It was here, in that great throne room, that Divus himself sat... he was upon a great white throne, with a black cushion on the seat and where his back was to be placed upon it, offering only the finest of comforts for it's chosen Dark Lord. The throne was even taller than Divus himself, several times taller, with many long and sharp horns rising from it's back... the room seemed to have been formed naturally somehow, cavernous and smoothly shapen as if it were a giant, hallway-like cave, and stalagmites of white ivory adorned the ceiling and the sides of the walls.
A row of 18 great torches lead up to the throne from the hallway door, each one blazing with dark purple flame. 23 smaller torches, resembling candle stands, were placed around the throne itself in a broad circle, and around it there was a black painting upon the floor of a serpent eating it's own tail, whilst a black triangle enclosed the throne, going beyond the circle the self-devouring snake had formed, and at each tip of the triangle was an indecipherable glyph meaning something that felt as though it had to do with a sense of power, balance, and spirituality. He sat lazily, leaning on one side and groaning lazily, before motioning to his right. A hooded figure spawned from a mist of black smoke as Divus whispered into it's ear. "Fetch Yua for me..." He commanded. And with that, the hooded figure vanished again, seeking to retrieve the Quincy for the Dark Master.