Seth could hear a scream from Alexia as he was sucked into the black hole, but there was nothing he could do about it.
Darkness flooded his vision for several seconds, and then he suddenly found himself lying on a hard surface which should be a floor.
Seth silently stayed on the floor for a few seconds, and then the next minute he disappeared and appeared in the air, and then observed the place he had been brought to.
One side was lighted while the other was entrenched in darkness, and looking at the lighted side, all Seth saw was a bare black floor, till his eyes eventually moved to where the light shined brightest.
A pitch-black throne which stood on a platform built with the skulls of several different horned creatures, some with one, two, three, and even four horns.
Seth could see more than a hundred skulls jutting from the sides of this platform and in its middle were pure white stairs that led up to the throne, a throne which was occupied by a grinning man.
The man had on a thick black cloak, one which looked to be made with fur, and on his legs and feet were black pants and thick boots.
Other than some black straps that went from right to left across the man's rather lean chest, the man was bare-chested.
"You sure are quick," the man said with a chuckle, his bright green eyes staring at Seth worth a look of fascination as his grizzly white hair flailed behind him.
The man's aged and wrinkly face pointed to him being an old man but the brightness of his green eyes showed much vitality.
Seth stared at the man and then waved his hands, driving away the darkness as he lighted up their whole surroundings, yet a frown came upon Seth's face when he felt a strong resistance from around the old man as he waved his hand over him and tried to destroy his throne.
"Ha, ha, ha," this space doesn't just belong to you, it also belongs to me," the old man said and waved his hands, turning the area Seth had lighted up dark, and then with another wave he had them lit up again.
"Who are you," Seth asked.
"No rush, young one, first come over and have a seat," the old man said, waving his hand and creating a throne similar to his opposite his throne.
"hmmph" Seth snorted as he appeared beside the throne the man had created, and with a thought had it crumble to dust, and then with another thought, a huge black throne burning with bright red flames all around it appeared.
The throne rose into the air till it towered above the old man, and when Seth sat on it, he basically had to look down to see the old man.
"Ha, HA, HA always the same, you primordial fiends never change no matter the iteration" the old man barked out, not the least bit bothered by Seth's actions.
"Primordial friend, who is a primordial fiend" Seth directly asked not wanting to be vague and receive some vague answer.
"Oh that, I can't tell you."
"Why"
"You, or more like your other self told me not to," the old man said with a teasing grin like he already knew Seth's next question.
Seeing the man's expression, Seth wanted to refrain from asking his next question, but in the end, he could only ask it.
"Who is my other self?"
"Hmm, sorry but he told me not to tell you anything," the man said and then burst into a fit of laughter, laughing at Seth's frustration at the lack of an answer.
The question of who was his other self plagued Seth's mind as the old man laughed at his expense.
The thought of him having some dark side or a split personality entered Seth's mind, but he had no proof or reason to back such thoughts.
Other than giving him more questions the old man before him had offered no significant help, though Seth could at least cherish being given a clue which was the name primordial fiend.
"Oh and just in case you decide to go hunting for information about the primordial fiend, I will advise you to exercise caution as you might instead find your death," the old man said with another laugh.
"That's good to know, but seeing as you won't tell me anything useful, let's get back to the main topic at hand."
"Who are you, and why are you here?"
"Hmm well you can call me Shurui, king of the underworld, or to be more specific, one of the lowly unimportant kings of the underworld" Shurui laughed crazily.
"As for your second question, well that's a bit of a story you see, but you have nothing to worry about, I would love to tell this story" Shirui chuckled further.
"You see it all started one faithful day when I was just minding my business, doing my routine tasks as a underworld king, and imagining my death when I suddenly felt a mighty being, one so removed from our pathetic world descend into my humble underworld.
Of course, as the wise man that I was, I silently kept quiet and let this being go about their business. Even when they dropped a bit of their soul in compliance with the rules of exchange and departed, I kept to myself.
I had thought the show was over, when not too long after another presence descended, and looked to extract the bit of soul the mighty being had left, but imagine my surprise when I found out this new presence was related to the primordial fiend"
"You see unlike the other bumpkins that rule the other run underworlds, I am a far more ancient being and have lived for more than a million years" Shurui boasted, enjoying when Seth's eyes widen in shock at hearing his age, and with a brighter smile on his face Shurui continued.
"I was there during the primordial fiend's last battle, ha, ha, and the feel of its power is not something I will ever forget.
The minute it descended, I knew this was my one chance, and so I seized the opportunity presented before me, I threatened to reveal its existence unless it accepted some of my wishes."
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