The walls were a strange mix of both technological precision and clearly laid by hand. Perhaps done by expert masons. The lift it self was heavily mechanized. Large saw tooth rail systems for which large gears turned and descending via thick cables capable of handling hundreds of tons of weight. Phosphorous lights illuminating via the Electrical connection. Imperius Styx was powered by not only a morray array but also the use of both Steam and Heavy Oil. Combustion based electricity production.
This was how many and the best World Government and Marine staging grounds and bases functioned. If it had a population over 75,000 population, Steam power via coal and oil was used. Rather this was crude or Whale was dependant. If it was over 125,000; the Island used Heavy Oil and Whale. If it was over 250,000. They were granted Morray Arrays. And anything over 500,000 was able to use what ever they wished.
It descended. More and more. The guards at the sides of the walls held the chains of Leroys collar like a wild animal. The entire structure of the Prison was many kilometers down. The original Island was a rouge Island disconnected from the shelf of the tectonic plate. And now if one were to swim in the sea king infested waters around.
Would see that the Prison was floating. Giant chains that were nearly a kilometer wide and Miles long connected to the sea floor with similarly long and giant anchor points. Four at each side. Keeping the island chained and floating in place.
The actually structure itself was like a bottle. Narrow at the top, wide at the middle, and tapering smaller at the middle and then tapering outwards again. It was like a tower with multiple bulging sections that were rounded just like the main pillar on the surface only supersized to 10 kilometers down
There was noticeably, a section that was flat and disconnected from the bottom of Styx and was against the sea flor. A very thin pillar connecting it.
It was for, for all intents and purposes, the ultimate prison. In its history of existing of nearly 600 years. Under triple digits of people had ever left escaped the prison. That number dropped more and more with each decade and century. To within the past 100 years. Only 13 people escaped. One escaped before ever stepping foot on the island. Another was on the surface. And the others were spread through out the prison. None of them knew each other.
Else where…With in the prison.
The Furthest down any one could go.
The Tenth level known as 'Void'
A chained Eudora D. Azar. Bloodied and beaten smiled as he heard a rustling. Two other figures were in the cage where he sat. The entire level was…Dark. Empty. Solitary. Singular doors and sections all through out that led to different rooms. And based on how they were spaced out. What ever was on the other side was huge.
The walls had small cages and could fit only three people per
"So you awake?" Eudora asked to the thickly chained individual on the wall "Which one you talkin too Blaze?" Another deep voice asked who was attached to the wall with special cuffs that kept his hands which were double amputee. Face covered in darks ness as his mouth was held open. Breathing in the stale air
"No not you." He turns. Unable to face him as his arms were out to the sides. "Him."
The Rook Leviathan
The Sea Bane
Former Royal Marshal Privateer
Rhicho
Former Bounty: 1,310,000,000
"Hmph. Yes I am awake. Azar." The large fishman looked up. His hair was long. Disheveled. His hair was a dark dark blue like that of the darkest waters. Wavy and unkempt. There was streaks of green like sea moss. Partially done into a pony tail. His teeth were sharp. Like a sharks but with many more teeth in a row. This was due to both his whale shark and basking shark heritage.
His skin blue, lightish. Almost white. Unlike the other Fishmen who had a variety of colors. And visually distinct from the likes of Kirk. His shoulders and back had the skin like that of a basking shark. Brown and leathery. Like how a human would have hair on their body. His hands were the same white of his face and chest.
His body was large. But not round like fat or other members of whale sharks. He was more like an upside down trapezoid. His face was thin and shapely. With small bits of facial hair in almost a goatee at the bottom. Very thin.
He wore an interesting combo. His pants were a dark denim. Sandals. And on his torso, a kimono shirt. With waves like a painting across it with a wisteria tree along the fabric. The purple petals flowing across the white fabric. On his back was a dark leather cloak. Which was typically permanently on his shoulders
"I have not slept in…Days. I cannot allow myself to fall slumber while we are in such. Company." He gives a small smirk. He too was beaten and bloodied. He held a calm and confident demeanor to him. One that was both reserved but spoke for itself rather than one who was a constant stoic and quiet demeanor of some fishmen.
"Hey now. Some people wouldn't want to be in company with a fishman either." The company in question on the opposite wall spoke "But Lucky for you. I'm not like my contemporaries. Because I've slept quiet well while I was in here. Before you. Before either of you."