Dante and Demons

Walking down the stairs of his throne, the scenery around him changed with each step, and soon the spacious hall was nowhere to be seen and Shiva was standing on the gates of a prison cell.

He could directly teleport anywhere inside this 3 story pagoda(tower), but he liked the feeling of enjoying this reformation magic.

'The more I see it, the more happy I feel.' Shiva said as he looked at the moving bricks and walls. It reminded him of a marvel movie of magicians, except here he didn't even have to move his hands to cast a spell to do this. Which only made it even more cool to look at.

Shiva pushed open the door and snapped his fingers, as the torches around every corner of this place lit up and light shone in the dark cell.

The sudden light covered the room, and acted the same as chili powder or salt on the injuries of the man hung from the iron chains in mid air.