It had been years since Extania had first heard of the depths. An endless network of tunnels, burrowing ever deeper. With a place of such curious feature, rumors were inevitable. And with rumors came uncertainty. Fiends, for all their subterfuge, do not enjoy uncertainty.
Extania had had a fairly standard life, though not one with any lack of conflict. This was not for the worse, as soon conflict would be a strong regularity.
And while he had heard much of the maze of tunnels, he had seen nary a single shred of evidence, nor a single account that did not conflict with all others.
It was time to learn the truth. Behind myriad shadows, he would be the one to find whatever it was these caverns held, and whatever it was that attracted all those who had come before.
It seemed several others had decided to do the same. Were they obstacles, foes, or may they yet prove to be of use? Time will tell.
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Stepping into the caverns, Extania found that he wasn't especially surprised; perhaps he simply hadn't been sure what to expect. Brick pathways? Roughly hewn stone? A chocolate river? Could have been anything.
He glanced down the tunnels. Time to choose a path.
Glancing across the others, a specific figure caught his eye. A statue as black as the deepest night, gilded with gold. A Seraph. An interesting development, but not necessarily for the better. He approached the figure. This was not a time to draw the ire of others. And for a Fiend, existing is often more than capable of drawing ire from a Seraph.
"Now, isn't this a surprise. I haven't seen a Seraph in centuries. Care to inform us who you might be? Seraph aren't known for being insignificant individuals."