Rendezvous, Weltwanders

"Right this way, right this way!"

With a gravely, high-pitched voice, the round-bodied creature that combined both its head and torso as one, unified shape marched down the hall that exhibited a velvet carpet with golden accents once reaching into the bulk of the mystical domain. 

"...We're really in Purgatory?"

Ren asked in a mutter as he looked around, loomed over by the extravagant walls that shifted into an opalescent, marble material, decorated with paintings of sceneries unknown to the young man's eyes. 

"Yes, yes! It was built by Lord Asmodeus--or rather, his minions! Or rather, me!" 

"Eh?"

It was hard to keep up with the swiftness of Impy's high words, who continued traversing the lengthy halls as they passed by a seemingly infinite amount of doors.