T h e i D e a t h i R o o m
Heavy elaborate double doors guarded the entrance. The thick dark wood probably near impenetrable was engraved with ornate designs depicting some sort of abstract scene. Two large grandiose knobs were placed near the center of double doors. The golden handles were polished to perfection, and above them rested extravagant rings. On those rings were the familiar yet deviant skull mask of the Death God himself that looked back down at its beholder.
Pushing past the entrance the individual would then find themselves at the mercy of a string of guillotines lining a pathway that led to the center of this vast room. The ominous gleaming blades were suspended high from the ground by thick cherry red supports. The execution tools loomed threateningly over the soul casting lurid shadows across the ground thanks to the artificial light that illuminated overhead. Once reaching the end of the path the being would find themselves perched before a large platform that rested in the very center of the desert appearing vacancy.
Scattered around said raised floor and stuck into the barren earth were hundreds of bizarre crosses. Some what most would expect; your average stake in the ground with another attached perpendicularly just above its center. While others had one or two extra rods making right angles with the main stake or even the original crossed one. No average person would know exactly why there were so many of these crosses placed in one room, but the number of them was practically overwhelming.
On the platform itself there was only but one piece what corrupted its clean flat smooth surface, and that would be a mirror. A single mirror that stood a tad over eight feet in height. It rose out of the platform straight and sturdy getting closer to the top it sharply angled off to an end, before a unique frame of the mirror continued upward and toward the heavens.
Speaking of the heavens, the ceiling to this room looked rather peculiar. Upon a better look a person would discover that the small swirly clouds floated leisurely across the blue artificial sky. It seemed impossible that this enclosed space could have a sunny cheery blue sky complete with shifting clouds. How this was possible no one could be certain, but everyone saw it therefore it couldn’t just be a hallucination, could it?
This was a chamber that few would witness for themselves and held so many questions and mysteries. This was the very space where Death Scythes deceased and yet to develop into had come and would come to converse with the Death God, Shinigami-Sama himself, about significant issues that could very well threaten the well being of the innocent and the world they lived in. This was the Death Room.
Pushing past the entrance the individual would then find themselves at the mercy of a string of guillotines lining a pathway that led to the center of this vast room. The ominous gleaming blades were suspended high from the ground by thick cherry red supports. The execution tools loomed threateningly over the soul casting lurid shadows across the ground thanks to the artificial light that illuminated overhead. Once reaching the end of the path the being would find themselves perched before a large platform that rested in the very center of the desert appearing vacancy.
Scattered around said raised floor and stuck into the barren earth were hundreds of bizarre crosses. Some what most would expect; your average stake in the ground with another attached perpendicularly just above its center. While others had one or two extra rods making right angles with the main stake or even the original crossed one. No average person would know exactly why there were so many of these crosses placed in one room, but the number of them was practically overwhelming.
On the platform itself there was only but one piece what corrupted its clean flat smooth surface, and that would be a mirror. A single mirror that stood a tad over eight feet in height. It rose out of the platform straight and sturdy getting closer to the top it sharply angled off to an end, before a unique frame of the mirror continued upward and toward the heavens.
Speaking of the heavens, the ceiling to this room looked rather peculiar. Upon a better look a person would discover that the small swirly clouds floated leisurely across the blue artificial sky. It seemed impossible that this enclosed space could have a sunny cheery blue sky complete with shifting clouds. How this was possible no one could be certain, but everyone saw it therefore it couldn’t just be a hallucination, could it?
This was a chamber that few would witness for themselves and held so many questions and mysteries. This was the very space where Death Scythes deceased and yet to develop into had come and would come to converse with the Death God, Shinigami-Sama himself, about significant issues that could very well threaten the well being of the innocent and the world they lived in. This was the Death Room.
