Summary: The Underground is a grim, disgusting place. Trash overflowing from the dump in Waterfall litters the streets, creating a noxious smell monster-kind has grown used to; Monsters struggle to be rid of any form of waste. Vines and mold line the outer walls of buildings. Non-rotten food is only available for those with status, leaving common monsters with nothing to eat but garbage. The inhabitants have an attitude akin to fresh skunk spray.

However, that is hardly the worst part of the Underground. Every few years a human falls- falls and falls into their prison of horrors and despair. Each one is vastly different from the last: old, young, female, male, pacifist, malicious, blue SOULed, yellow SOULed... Monsters have seen it all, every possible combination. Except for the one they are looking for. A red SOUL. A determined SOUL. Monsters hunted and reaped the SOULs of these fallen humans, hoping one day to find the key to their escape.

Not bad, right? WRONG.

Killing the fallen humans is the easy part, the problem is making sure they stay dead. And that - slaughtering them over and over again until they accept their fate - just so happens to be the job of a certain overlooked skeleton.

The Seven SOUL's Prophecy

After hundreds of years of forced solitude...

an angel will fall.

After monsters give into sins tabooed...

an angel will fall.

Build a vast city beneath the stone and ice.

Do not be afraid of sacrifice.

In order to succeed, one must vanish from sight

lest those wish to continue the kingdom's strife.

Shall beams of fractured light

guide all who wish to fight.

With depth as deep as night and strength akin to starlight,

a SOUL hides in a land known for glowing stalactites.

Shimmering and shining like a flame's welcoming glow,

a friendly foe illuminates sleet, frost, and snow.

Lavender's envy - a most ferocious beast - travels paths

eroded and faulty, in which many merely bypass.

Embraced by neither ocean or sky, seek out a place where

a discarded article awaits, torn and snared.

As bright as grass on a sunny day, an emerald teardrop falls

to the ground from a height lethal for one so small.

Living amongst flowers is a SOUL whose tricky and lost.

Play their games and prepare for a major cost.

A burning blaze encased in a shape inverted but monster-like

will appear once more, only phantom-like.

Again, again, and again- they will rise

'til they meet their demise.

At the edge of the hellfire, one of three must throw away

their greatest desire and learn to pray

or risk their fate and be forced to stay.

An angel is falling...