The king of hell who was sitting on a high throne made up of human skulls was radiating dangerously imposing aura through his furry black robe, it seemed as if he was wearing the skin of a wild black fox, which was obviously a beast of dark magic on his shoulders, with a grin that decorated his face as he tapped his index finger onto the right skull where his hand rested.
An intense atmosphere was lurking in the hall as the tension was keeping the air suffocated leaving no room for anyone to grasp, lord Hades was becoming impatient and started to tap his right foot onto the ground that had a red carpet laid on the black shiny marble floor. It seemed as if he was waiting for someone, his piercing golden eyes were darted towards the gate of the vast hall.
