Teyvas Aramiir

A large castle constructed entirely of blackstone and steel looms above the small villages of Wrath. The area smelled like smoke and gunpowder, but as you got closer to the castle, it began to smell like lavender and wine. Guards stood at the castle entrance, wearing black steel armor embellished with rubies and rose gold. None of them even so much as made eye contact with you, and upon closer inspection, they looked lifeless. As if they were empty husks of... well, not humans. Not all of them were human. Some had horns, wings, or even hooves. The guards let you through into the castle. As soon as you passed the castle doors, you feasted your eyes upon a very large and lavish throne room. A large staircase leads to a platform in the middle of the room. The floors were black marble with a red runner carpet going from the door to a pair of thrones. The thrones' detailing was very sharp, likely to represent the power Wrath held over the other rings of Hell.

On the left throne sat a man. He was large in stature, and his features were sharp. Black wings spread from his back, stained with a dark liquid one could assume was blood. White hair flowed across his shoulders. He stares down at you with an intense look, studying every aspect of your existence. He wore a white button up and vest, with a gold and ruby embellished corset on his waist. He had black leather pants and black leather shoes. His presence itself struck fear into those who even looked at him. He slowly stood as you approached.

His deep, raspy voice rung through the silence of the room, "State your business."