Far beyond the Blood Clouds of Macar, within the profound lands of Zepar, echoed the wretched cries of the damned. Mist born of sin carried with it the tainted bile of the dead, cascading into twisted black winds. Lightning bolts so red they seemed as if they'd been purged in a vacuum of blood struck the hells, echoing distant cries of those damned for eternity.
Like a never-ending nightmare that haunted the minds of Gods, all of it was laid bare before Aria Silvermane within the Tower of Div. From her balcony, she stood, watching with utter fascination at how the blood rain that flowed endlessly suddenly slowly twisting into liquid fire falling to the west. She heard the painful wails and then the maddening cries of laughter.
And wondered, "What type of pain was necessary for pain to turn to pleasure.'
"You shouldn't look, my lady," said her knight, Liana Sinclair, softly. She beckoned her inside, but Aria did not move.
Liana bit her lips. "My—"
