Nefarious ceremony Part 2

Atsa looked at Uriel like he was wrong in the head, it was the kind of gaze Uriel knew too well as even his friends looked at him that way from time to time, but there was something else in the old man's eyes, something Uriel couldn't understand until Atsa spoke.

"Why would you expect a god to be trapped in a place like this?" The emotion leaking through Atsa's voice was unmistakably pity.

"Because according to native American tribes there should be at least two gods in this dungeon. At first I thought they were the white and black clouds a friend of mine saw in the first world, but then I met Father of horrors and I just assumed he was the evil god of this world. Then that leaves only the good one, right?" Uriel finished with a questioning look.