n Full thought I go to a place where no Dasios has set foot willingly..I understand our powers, the Dasios ability to use both the powers of the Heavens and the Underworld. Yet I find myself, drawn through the Underworld, the aura of a otherworldly presence around me. The Underworld itself is a realm dedicated to the power in control, to the Gods or God that takes its power and owns the realm. I only see a Realm of Power, the actions of Demons and Imps preparing weaving the lines and webs of the Spider itself..the Mad God of this Realm.
Each step is a pathway to a different place then once first moved, but it is by my own mind that I keep the visions of what should be, and what is really here in check. My Staff resting taunt in my right hand, ready to move forward should such challenge me in this place. The Question presenting, is this my version of the Underworld, or is it a power that takes and molds the realm into its own creation..To meet such a creature who shared my direction, my want to weave the strands of influence into the powerbase of the Dasios would be interesting indeed. Thick strands of web, strand across the Cavern I walk through, my staff placed against one as it whispers secrets, tidbits of information to be taken in and strained for useful context. …show more content…
No Words spoken, only the meeting of eyes steeled toward each other, the flashes of knowledge passing between Demi-God and God of the Underworld...yet suddenly pulled back from this Mad Realm by the simple stirring of a closed door. Only to find myself sitting at a table, a book opened in Celestial writing and now writhing with Magical
Each step is a pathway to a different place then once first moved, but it is by my own mind that I keep the visions of what should be, and what is really here in check. My Staff resting taunt in my right hand, ready to move forward should such challenge me in this place. The Question presenting, is this my version of the Underworld, or is it a power that takes and molds the realm into its own creation..To meet such a creature who shared my direction, my want to weave the strands of influence into the powerbase of the Dasios would be interesting indeed. Thick strands of web, strand across the Cavern I walk through, my staff placed against one as it whispers secrets, tidbits of information to be taken in and strained for useful context. …show more content…
No Words spoken, only the meeting of eyes steeled toward each other, the flashes of knowledge passing between Demi-God and God of the Underworld...yet suddenly pulled back from this Mad Realm by the simple stirring of a closed door. Only to find myself sitting at a table, a book opened in Celestial writing and now writhing with Magical