Oct 07, 2005 02:12
The Underworld sat alone in his home. Alone in his room. Just... alone. And he didn't really understand that concept. Not really anyways. It was a concept completely beyond him. And the lonlier he got the more his anger rose. And the more his anger rose... well, the more the heat in the air rose. If things in his mortal home were heat and fire proof they'd be ruined.
Before he knew it fire erupted in his mortal home due to his lonliness and anger. Flashing down to his home in the Underworld he sat down in his room. To hell with the mortal home, let it go up in flames. Quite frankly he really didn't give a damn.
phlegethon