The thing about darkness and evil is that there is not as much of a need for it as there is light and good. The mortal soul is drawn to the dark, so a small amount of it goes a long way.
FyonRolsun, 3rd King of Hitithe
The cavernous, unending tomb was a murky pit of darkness and despair, brightened only by the molten, jagged flows of swirling red, orange, and yellow that broke through at random places. The oozing rock coalesced in sweltering pools that boiled, making the air hot and uncomfortable. At least to those that could feel pain and discomfort.
Descist could feel neither. He could, however, feel his mother straining to maintain the barriers holding him here. Just as he could sense how alive the darkness of his prison really was, pulsing with the joyless souls of the Cursed Ones. The only sensation these tormented souls had been allowed to retain from their former lives was, conveniently, their senses of pain and discomfort. Their agony translated to lamenting moans that merged together into a low, monotonic groaning whisper that would strike fear into any mortal that would hear it.
Many of these lost souls had come to reside in this place in the time since Descist had been imprisoned here by his mother. Some, however, were older even than he was. Those vile creatures were the eldest of the Cursed Ones. They were failed experiments at the creation of life by his father, the Great Dragon, Diur, in the time before the Greater Goddess. Beings with such great raw fear and hatred that their presence here devoured the existence of all the rest who were condemned to reside here combined. Except for the Dark Lord himself.
The son of Earoni allowed the shadows to encircle and embrace him. They were his only constant companions, imprisoned here with him for the eons. He used the pain riddled souls like a cudgel, shaping them and willing them to push out against his mother. His promise to these souls was their freedom when he attained his own, and thus he used their residual desire for liberation from this accursed place to weaken his mother's grip upon him.
Even now he felt the barriers beginning to crack. His long hard work paying off, even if subtly. He pushed on the barriers again, expanding them back ever so slightly and fracturing them more.
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