Ok, so this chapter is going to be a little different. It tells the story from Israphel's point of view. He is trapped in the Nether because it makes more sense than him just turning up. His speech and thoughts are in italics, idk why. Anyway enjoy
As the fire burned, the red rocks continued to crackle. He knew they would burn forever, that's why he liked them, they made the place look even more sinister and eerie than it already was. That's why he was glad the entire world was made of them. He sat up from his seat in the observation room and began to pace.
"Today", he said to himself "Today marks the anniversary of me being cast into this world. Not that he was complaining, this world of hell made a great base of operations. Finally he could put all his evil plans into good use, in just as evil looking place. He watched as his minions of this world continued to work, tirelessly placing piece after piece to finish this magnificent plan. He, the pale faced man, soon knew that he would be able to escape this hell world.
Soon.
Kinda short I know, but as I've already written the next three chapters you won't have to wait as long. Expect chapter three tomorrow or the day after. Bye for now.
