Desire OCT: Special EventFigaro looked around. This was not the dripping, gloomy cave he had come from. The door had somehow spit him out into a completely different place.
The air was thick with fog. The sky glowed a dim violet, only barely shedding enough light to aid anyone in sight. Figaro turned. The doorway he had come form was still there. Red smoke was pouring out, bright against the substantial fog. The smell of brimstone was almost too much to bear.
Dammit, He swore. The demons still coming. He reached for his fiddle and stopped. It wasnt there.
Figaro swore again, frantically feeling around on the ground, the dark fog making it impossible to see. Lightning danced around the doorway now. A demon of this caliber it will tear this world to shreds. What the Hell was that fool
Desire OCT: Round 1"This must be Heaven, Figaro thought as he crossed the threshold from the dark, dank, drafty grotto into a big, bright, beautiful antechamber. The walls were made of gleaming white marble, the floor covered in soft, colorful, silken carpets. Pillars dotted the room in a sort of symmetry that gave the illusion that there was a giant mirror splitting the room in half. And while there werent any visible light sources, the room was filled with a warm light.
Figaro purred quietly, stretching his arms as he approached one of the many paintings that covered the walls. It was a stunning piece, comprised of warm colors and skillful brushstrokes. However Figaro failed to notice the beauty of the piece. He had instead chosen to focus on the black, charred scratch marks that hid all of the faces of any people, except for that of a radiant angel. Figaro frowned, flicked his whiskers, and turned to look a