Inside a dark and majestic hall, a grea figure silently watched the lackluster performance being played before him.
Sel yawned as the waste before him squealed in horror as it tried to save itself.
"What a bore... " He said before lightly flicking his hand, sending a blade of air past the pleading figure's head, making it's fate one with it's companion beside him whose voluptuous body had already turned cold, the blood from her own neck having already stopped flowing.
The hall went eerily quiet after that, he sighed as he got up from his bulky throne. Various demons of all manners of shapes and forms trembled, none daring to let out a squeak, each, even the ones bearing multiple heads or hefty frames all shook in fear of the relatively smaller figure before them.
Sel slowly walked down the stairs before a black mist covered his body, making it silently disappear and reappear at a separate location, before a black lake with death oozing from it, under a blood red sky. There his feet didn't stop as they approached a figure squatted at it's banks, watching the lake silently.
"You took your time." The figure said before turning to face Sel. What was shocking was that her face scarily resembled the one of the woman who had just been killed.
"Victoria..." Sel's husky voice rung out, barely a whisper but covering the entire lake.
The figure he called Victoria sighed as she got up, patting her numb knees as she did.