Far below the ocean's relentless waves, the ocean floor was dark, cold, and deathly calm.
However, the Azra Lits of Hell writhed in unrelenting bitterness.
The gates shimmered, crafted from illuminated lavender fire, dancing over the sharp edges that populated the cavern.
It was oppressive from within, and the air was heavy with despair, all cries of the condemned soul dulled beneath the cruel weight of the sea.
In the center of the cage, rested Orion, weighing down the waters with his dark presence.
Like a darkened force.
He reclined languidly on a seat of stone and skulls, his long, silver hair sparkling like poisoned moonlight.
His sharp, angular face was still, but his eyes blazed with a rage that threatened chaos.
His skin is inhumanely pale, and his face was undeniably handsome.
His beauty looked enchanting and enticing, until one spots the long crimson gash that cut through his left eye and down his cheek.
