Velentham laid in the cavernous home of the Fallen Fallen with calculating eyes. The men that came in were jovial enough, and most seemed willing to share with him whatever bounty they came across. As unbelievable as it was, this hellish place had cities tucked away, populated by demons. The Fallen Fallen would go out in droves, catch wealthy demons unawares, slay them and take their money, trinkets, and gems. They added them to the hoard and used them to barter with higher demons later.
"Ey, lad," Gurk called, shuffling into the cavern. "Thinkin' ya might take a shinin' ta fixin up yourn leg and joinin us next time?"
"Ya got yer magic, fix it already, bloody hell," joined Rourke.
"I don't feel like it," said Velentham.
"Right princess, this un," Gurk said with a snort.
"Watch your tongue," Velentham hissed.
"Or what? You'll actually get up n' do somethin' fer a change?"
Velentham began to chant. In his eyes, the entire cavern was the color of milk in water, the bodies of the men inside showed as dark, like shadows. It was the way he saw evil, a way that enabled him to see in any light, to target, to hunt. He could feel the massive voltage growing, traveling his limbs to his hand held aloft. He could feel the tips of his fingers beginning to tingle with restrained energy, then he let it go.
The white hot light shot through the space and suddenly vanished. Velentham snarled as he jerked his eyes over to Ieridenth. 'The swaggering idiot,' Velentham thought.
"That's no way to treat your hosts," Ieridenth smirked. "And you, Gurk, watch your mouth. Our guest is healing."
"Guest my bald arse," he snapped. "He tried ta kill me he did."
"You deserved it," Ieridenth grinned.
"Son of hell," Gurk cursed.
"Friend," Ieridenth said, walking to Velentham, "You have to excuse Gurk. Sometimes we don't get along down in this pit, but if we always flung lightning there'd not be enough of us to go around."
Velentham glared at Ieridenth, who looked the color of a shadow in the milky whiteness. He knew he was dealing with beings just as twisted as those in Heifong, the only difference was that now he saw them as they were. He closed his eyes with a grumble and shoved his ire with Gurk from his mind.
