A massive dome takes shape around us with walls as distant and immense as the horizon itself. Stars glimmer lazily in the vastness, forming intricate and unknown constellations. Above us hovers a plateau, reachable by many stairs hung on air. Dazzling lights dance beyond our vision, emanating from a small semi-formed room underneath.

A man with long golden hair sits there at a table in a pool of his own blue blood, reading from a book. He speaks a name questioningly and lets out a sigh. His head lifts and looks at us, one eye a crescent moon, the other a six-pointed star. His hair glows with a golden halo that is slowly fading, as it reaches upward. “No more.” he mutters, and with a wave of a hand the untold nightmares of all hells unfolds around us with a fervor unmatched.

With his last act the light and flesh leave him to a hidden place above, and a new halo began to glow.