A Deal With The Devil

Lupa walked through the heat, the slight smell of rotting eggs hung heavy in the air. It reminded Lupa of the hot springs he sometimes found in the mountains as a child. The terrain became more and more torched. Rifts of upheaved ground appeared in the distance. The sky occasionally puffed dark smoke. This was how he imagined the gates of hell. Lupa instantly liked it, he tried hard to not let his excitement pour through his appearances. It took all he had to not want to dart around and investigate the liquid fire that ran through the cracks.

Ahead on an island of rock, appeared a wolf. She intrigued him, was she born from the fire or did she just find it as fascinating as he did? Lupa watched as a leaf got caught by the wind and landed a few feet from her and caught fire. This she-wolf must have a heart of steel or maybe just careless or crazy. He instantly wanted to join the wolf on the island but pushed the foolish thought aside. Lupa stared into the molten rock and watched it swirl for a moment. Torn from his thoughts, Nox called out to the wolf and with a smile of his own Lupa watched with interest for her reply.