A clash of Brothers

Darnick

Getting closer to the keep I can feel my mood darkening, and my mind still on the female with long golden hair who smelt like sunflowers and sherbet. I didn't want that moment to end, for the first time in years I felt alive, I felt like I had a purpose other than doing my fathers dealings.

The outside of the keep is dark and gloomy, it has the look of a mediaeval castle with the moat running around the outside with a bridge reaching over to the heavily guarded gates. There was no water in my fathers moat, no it was lava and quite a lot of souls of those who crossed my father.

My father was a collector of sorts, he loved troubled souls and they very souls powered his keep. The underworld was a strange place, and my father and his brothers loved it. They marvelled in the pain and suffering of others, some more than others, but they all thrived on chaos.

Walking over the bridge I nod to the guards who open the gate for me to enter. The heat and air in this place is dry and uncomf