A/N: For the five people who are still following my stories and such, this is gonna be a short 1 chapter. (unless everyone says to make a second chapter)
Disclaimer: Not mine :-/
Damasen looked around. Where was he?
"Hello?" His voice rang out in the dark chamber. His echo bounced back to him, but instead of fading, it grew in volume. He fell to the ground? Was it the ground? Damasen didn't know, he didn't care, he just wanted the noise to stop. As he closed his eyes, he started remembering what had happened. He was stuck in Tartarus. The actual primordial's figure, not the place, though he technically was also stuck in Tartarus, the place. The noise started to ring out louder and louder.
Damasen, not thinking, yelled, "SHUT UP!" To his amazement, it worked. Bob walked out from the shadows holding a spear, stained with blood.
"Loud monster." They glanced at each other, then grinned.
"So, Bob, how do we get out of this place?"
"Diagonal?" And so they went diagonal. It was dark, cold, but barren. There were no monsters attacking, nothing screeching, no fog. It was just a dull red color everywhere they looked.
"Stop." Damasen's voice was flat in this environment. Without warning, he suddenly thrust his bone lance at the fog. A dull rumble sounded from above. They walked forward to where they had seen the lance penetrate, only to find more redness.
"Ahh…" Damasen glanced at Bob, who nodded in understanding. Without warning, both stabbed at the same time and dove forwards.
A/N: CLIFFHANGER LOLOLOL (aka writer's block)