Unwelcome Visitor

Camazotz had learned to hide his presence whenever he arrived in Sheol, but that didn't mean that he wasn't getting a lot of stares.

Everywhere that he looked, dragons and spirits were stoppping in the middle of the streets or poking their heads out of their heads to look at him.

Their hostility was unsettling for even him who spent such a large amount of time around death.

As he tried to ignore it, one of the passengers riding atop his back began to voice their anxiety.

"I don't like this… I don't think we are welcome here."

"It is fine… most likely. He is not as cruel and unreasonable as he wants the rest of the gods to think."

"Are you so certain…?"

"…No."

Camazotz carried his passengers all the way up to the floating castle in the sky and once again marveled at it's splendor.

However, they were only able to get so close before they started to feel a more overwhelming sense of danger.