[The Underwood — Venom's Den]
The underworld trembled beneath a low, eternal hum as always— like a wounded beast breathing in its sleep. Rivers of molten fire slithered through black stone veins, casting flickering orange scars across the ceiling of the cavern. A throne made of real human bones and shadow Known as the throne of War and Death— sat upon a jagged rise at the center of it all, where Venom watched the world through a shroud of fire and smoke.
A thousand whispering souls curled around his throne, murmuring faint songs of suffering, feeding his mind with echoes of every realm that feared his name. His clawed fingers tapped lazily against the throne's arm, each tap sending faint ripples across the molten floor below.
