Official.
A cowering figure would be resting dormant in the corner of the house. Visuals of bubbles scattered his brain. Bringing back memories of the Held Chamber. Where Slawin. The banished god. Was held for hundred of years. Tormenters, tortured Slawin by electricity, stabbing, more gruesome choices where made on his body. He laid there, holding his stomach. Where a gun shot hit him. But didn’t do severe damage. Tears filled his eyes. With guilt on doing something wrong. And he did. Zynolii. Raised from one of the walls. Staring down at Slawin. You can see a grin on her face. As well the same bullet joke Slawin has. “Go away...” percing the silence. Zynolii sighed, “you can’t escape...”. Little by little Slawin glared at Zynolii. “You were meant to be a demon. Now I treat you the ways of a demon. Even if it brings force.” Her voice seemed solid. To hit Slawin straight up. Crashing his fist towards the wall. “JUST SHUT THE HELL UP, ZYNOLII.” The room went silent.