First Ring of Hell: Lust (20)
The basement, once a stage for the cosmic ballet, fell silent. The remnants of the colossal entity dissipated, leaving behind an air of spectral stillness. Orion, his celestial-abyssal guise still aglow, stood amidst the aftermath of the battle, the forces of lust and cosmic might now at a momentary standstill within the first circle of hell.
"Piece of shit… stay down…" Orion muttered, ready to completely eradicate the golem's body into smithereens, before feeling a strange shiver run down his spine.
"What have you come here for?" A voice bellowed out from beyond the double doors, the same glowing green light seemingly echoing the emotions of a distant voice. It was grating, irritated, annoyed, and most of all, enraged.