Destiny, they say, often intertwined the hearts of those fated to meet.
The gates groaned with electrical noises, whenever the towering figures dared to come close.
GRAH!
They moved several inches back, irritated and visibly annoyed by the pesky bonds that kept them here.
The Titans… Each, a mountain of muscle and fury, dirt, water, stone, lava, snow, and all sorts of grounds, flinched back in pain.
The heart wrenching pain made their eyes glow with an ancient rage that had simmered for eons.
"Why have you come here, fallen Angels?" demanded Barthartos.
His voice echoed through the cavernous space, and showed obvious distaste for their appearance.
Can you blame him?
The last time he teamed up with these 4, he and they were cast down into the abyss for all eternity. Trapped in this hell hole of fire, brimstones, and ice.