Thread:Skyebreeze/@comment-5647250-20190202055153/@comment-5647250-20190204225311

Imp: (he suddenly stops laughing, pulling the grotesque, hand-shaped candle back out of his satchel) Not so fast, boys. (with a single lit finger, his blue flame lights the tip and-)

(Their time frozen, the boys have no idea what happens until they are out of the radius of the candle's light. When their time is unfrozen they seem to find themselves in the foyer of a mansion. All the architecture is constructed of blues and greys. The only thing able to be seen through the windows is a bright, burning blue light.)

Imp: ...Welcome to my mansion. I do not know its name, but that doesn't matter anymore if the original propriotors are all dead. The demon star! Algol! That is burning blue fire is what we stand within now.