[quote=thewizardguy]
He feels a rush of darkness, blackness covering him. It permeats his very form, filling him. For a moment, he himself is a God, surrounded by unimaginable power, flowing through him. His very flesh seems inconsequential, and you're half-tempted to simply leave your body and construct a new one. However, before such thoughts can be put to the test, he is stranded, leaving the energy stream. He finds himself in a massive arching hall, reaching up beyond sight. Covering the walls are corpses, hanging from an array of spikes, arranged like some sort of art, still faintly moving despite their fatal wounds. There's a single door, completely black, from behind which you can sense the power of the God. By the door stands a man with an Oni mask, smiling, blood running down his porcelain cheeks.
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Xerxes takes a few moments to simply admire the magnificent art that had took place here, mumbling under his breath with eyes twinkling at the glory of it all. His face stays red as he feels a sort of passion in his heart, before he turns to the man with the oni mask. "Were you the creator of this magnificent art?" He simply asks, smiling happily, yet a sadness lingers behind it somehow.