Shiva strode across the desolate plains of Atal, his army of undead trailing behind him. The eerie blue glow from the skyline cast long, twisted shadows that danced alongside them.
{This place hasn't changed a bit,} Kurukaze, the old sword at Shiva's hip, remarked.
Shiva smirked. "You expected anything different from Hell?"
{I suppose not,} the sword chuckled, but as if remembering something it followed up with a question, {Wait a minute! How do you know that? Isn't this your first time in the underworld?}
Shiva just gave the old sword a broad smile saying, "I know great many of things, don't try to comprehend me.}
The olf sword grumbled at his words but knowing that it wouldn't get any answers from Shiva it just gave up.
{I swear one day I'll take over your mind and reveal all your secrets.}
"Good luck with that."
Forsaken by the Gods, I made a contract with the Demon King