Settled in the darkness, he sat on his throne. Distant fires burned from the pits. The only sounds that gave out were the sounds of the undead.

How long had he been here?

He didn't know.

It had been so long ago since he was sent here. The denizens of the Abyss had long submitted to him. He recalled that day when they all bowed down to him, right after he had killed their god.

He wasn't even sure if he even was alive anymore? The only times he took off his armor were his times of rest, but he wore it a majority of the time. After all, lords of the abyss had to maintain a certain presence.

For the most part, he lived well. Though he did not let himself go to waste. He had seen how the lull of sins had tainted his former friends. He knew partly it wasn't their faults they ended up the way they did. After all, his predecessor had corrupted them. No, that wasn't it, he had simply pushed what was already there to the surface. He supposed the possessed wizard had a point. After all, the good and righteous were so close to being evil they didn't even realize it. He supposed he was the same way. His memories had yet to fully come back. He couldn't remember his childhood, his accomplishments, or what had spurred him to join the band of heroes, but he remembered his time with them, the bonds he had forged, especially him and Oberon.

But that was a lifetime ago. The man he was was gone. Now all that remained was the god of the Abyss.

And so he remained in his hell. And to be honest? He liked it.