In the underworld, somehow things felt different than it used to be, the atmosphere held a weird joyous air that shrouded not only the castle but the people in it. As usual that dark clouds hovered in the sky with the usual stench of death but now there seemed to be a dance in it's movement like it too was celebrating along with the hearts of those that dwelled in this god forsaken land.
The halls was packed with beast of diverse kind, hollering and cheering, merry in gruesome ways.
From above the stairs amidst the dark clouds a voice rang out "Men!" Following the voice, the whole hall went silent, all the best simultaneously went mute waiting to hear what their demon king Alteazor had to say.
