"What are you smirking at," a hard push tumbled Igna, "-damn devil," came a vicious glare. '-These binds,' he stood with hands in tied, '-I can't break from its hold.' The heavenly realm rose spotlessly amidst the sky; floating isles went to and fro, golden showers rode under rainbows – angelic beings fluttered innocently, '-heaven is as they think.'
"Stop gawking," glared Earlsa, the view swapped for the innards of a prison cell. News of the arrival reached the very top, "-supreme one, the devil has been apprehended," reported Earlsa.
"Good," returned a handsome young man surrounded by prettier ladies, "-I will see to him shortly. Go look after your father, he seems distraught lately."
"Understood," a bow, and the throne room shut. Palace whispers followed along the way, "Qhildir is at it again."
