Location: Hell, city capital; Pandemonium 00:00 October 30 2009
The night is silent, pitch, and hot; hotter than it is most days, even for hell. In the capital there are voices speaking; whispering into the ink of the dark. Saying things and spreading rumors. Anung Un Rama, the beast of the apocalypse they say, he shall become a father. Twins they say.
The prime chief of devils smiles to himself proudly, he shall be of father of father's; the prophecy at long last shall be fulfilled.
