[quote=Thantos]
there was silence in the halls of the citadel, the woman was even silent, the ghouls looked at the man that just refused the offer of their god, and the dark figure looked at Misha in silence, then finally he spoke "if thats the case" the wraiths, banshees and ghouls started to fill the room, "then..." he drew his hand back "Suffer!"the dark figure threw his hand at Misha and he was filled with nothing but his greatest fear, "a curse i put on you mortal, for to turn down the offer i gave, as punishment, your greatest fear will come and when it does, you...will...BURN!!"Misha was sent through a great deal of pain and misery, the God that has punished him knows no mercy. The figure looked at the mortal woman "Send her into the pit" he turned to Misha "Let him watch at the horrors that wait him in death"
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Misha awaited the god to say something. The silence in the citadel was annoying him, he was about to speak up when the god spoke again.
The threatening words uttered by the god of fear resounded hollow in Misha's perspective. Somehow it was almost amusing.
When the god prophesied his greatest fear to be brought to reality Misha's smile disappeared. To his shock he couldn't think of anything.
There was nothing he could imagine the god of fear would conjure that would seem threatening at all.
This was very strange indeed. At first he'd thought the courage he'd found was his own, but that was impossible in light of what he'd just seen. So maybe the god of fear would have taken his fears of him? No.. that made no sense. His confused thoughts made him forget about the quick surge of pain that had run through him.
He snapped out of his thoughts when he realized he'd been watching the somewhat dull dismemberment of the woman that had been dragged past him before.
The contorted look on her face spoke of an agony Misha couldn't even imagine, luckily he didn't care much for it. He looked up to see the divine power that had been cursing him a while ago had left. This could be a great moment to escape. But how...
...
Suddenly two dots connected in Misha's head. If the lord of nightmares hadn't blessed him, perhaps there had been another god looking down upon him.
Surely that god could get him out! But wait, why didn't this god speak to him? Or stand for him against the darkness? "This must be some god of trickery." Misha mumbled to himself. If so then this was a test. A test to see if he could escape from the underworld.

Misha glanced idly to his left, there was a group of undead monsters between him and the gateway to the human word that it's owner had left behind.
To his right he glanced over the altar the god had stood before. Perhaps he should bring something with him?