In Black Falling, on the outskirts of town, the Demon Dungeon was amidst the golden autumn.
The rice fields had ripened to the point of harvest, with hefty grains hanging from the stalks.
At this moment, however, the owner of these fields found herself suspended from the beams of her own house, her mouth sealed with duct tape, eyes wide with terror as she gazed at the elegantly poised demon before her.
This demon was none other than Aver, the lord of Black Falling.
Aver methodically arranged an altar and lit two white candles.
With hands pressed together, he knelt slightly, bowing in reverence towards the altar.
Taking a deep breath, he slowly began to speak, "Oh great beings above the abyss, messengers bridging demons, I, Aver, the lord of Black Falling, seek urgent communion with the abyss. Please, open the channel of communication, allowing me to connect with the abyss."
