With the snap, fires ignite all around the hall, lighting up the Hall. It's torches that're lit.
...It's a massive cavern. There's a carpet made of various sewn together pelts leading down it towards a massive thrown made of skulls and other bones. Sitting on it?
A 23ft beast of a being. Manspreading on his throne, wearing pelt around his waist and a pelt CAPE around,, well. his neck, I guess? It's a cape! He is gripping the literal arms of his throne.
He looks. fucking jacked. Like absolutely ripped. Naturally (and healthily) built. This fucker looks like he could break a boulder with just the tip of his claw.
and,.. holy shit. does this fucker have claws. He has massive feet paws (4 toes) and hand paws (4 fingers), paired with claws so fuckin monstrous they might as well be swords in and of themselves.
His paw pads and claws are black. His body is furred with black fur.
The fur seems rather consistent but becomes messy and huge and fluffy around the chest and neck (like Thrall!)
He has big fluffy (..pettable.) ears and.. oh, wow!
His face is a skull. A skull that was ripped right out of a wolf's body. Or it would be if it wasn't for it's massive bone horns and jesus fucking christ massive sharp saberteeth??? Like a sabertooth tiger??? Yikes.
He has a huge fluffy tail that gently flicks back and forth, hanging over one of the Throne's arms.
"Ｗｅｌｃｏｍｅ． Ｃｏｌｅ Ｇａｒｎｅｎｔ． Ｔｏ Ｈｅｌｌ． Ｍｙ Ｈｅｌｌ． Ｉ ａｍ ｔｈｅ Ｐｒｉｎｃｅ ｏｆ Ｗｒａｔｈ． Ｙｏｕ ｈａｖｅ ｂｅｅｎ ｔｈｅ ａｐｐｌｅ ｏｆ Ｍｙ ｅｙｅ ｆｏｒ ｑｕｉｔｅ ｔｈｅ ｗｈｉｌｅ． Ｉ ｗｉｓｈ ｔｏ ｍａｋｅ ａ ｄｅａｌ ｗｉｔｈ Ｙｏｕ．"
"A deal?"
Cole scoffs.
"A fucking deal... huh, what do you want me to do, hmm?? Harvest souls, just like my father told me to?"
"Ｎｏ． Ｄｅａｔｈ ｉｓ ａ ｂａｓｔａｒｄ． Ｓｔｅａｌｉｎｇ ｖａｌｕａｂｌｅ ｓｏｕｌｓ Ｉ ｃｏｕｌｄ ｍｅｌｄ ｉｎｔｏ ｂｅａｓｔｓ ｏｆ ｂｌｏｏｄｓｈｅｄ． Ｉ ｗｉｓｈ ｔｏ ｄｏ ｔｈｅ ｒｅｖｅｒｓｅ． Ｉ ｗａｎｔ ｔｏ ｍａｋｅ Ｙｏｕ． Ｃｏｌｅ Ｇａｒｎｅｔ． Ｉｎｔｏ ａ ｔｒｕｅ ｂｅａｓｔ． Ｉ ｗｉｓｈ ｔｏ ｅｎｈａｎｃｅ Ｙｏｕｒ ｐｏｗｅｒ． Ｍｕｃｈ． Ｍｕｃｈ． Ｍｕｃｈ ｆａｒｔｈｅｒ ｔｈａｎ Ｈｅ ｅｖｅｒ ｃｏｕｌｄ．"
"You want to make me more powerful? How would you make me more powerful, I'm 91 fuckin' years old, how much more powerful could I be?"
"９１． ９１ ｙｅａｒｓ． Ｈａｓ Ｈｅ ｌｉｅｄ ｔｏ Ｙｏｕ． Ｃｏｌｅ Ｇａｒｎｅｔ？ Ｙｏｕ ａｒｅ ｎｏｔ ９１． Ｙｏｕ ａｒｅ Ｔｗｏ Ｈｕｎｄｒｅｄ Ｎｉｎｅｔｙ－Ｔｗｏ． ２９２． Ｃｏｌｅ Ｇａｒｎｅｔ． Ｎｏｔ ９１．"
"Christ, it's been that long, huh. My memory fails me often, anyways what do you want in return for making me more powerful? There's always a price."
Cole sighs, checking his wrist like it's a watch.
He gives another deep, demonic, gravely laugh.
Somehow, his eyes manage to show a faint sense of joy despite the fact they are empty and unmoving, other than the white glow within.
"Ｙｏｕ ｍｉｓｔａｋｅ ｍｅ ｆｏｒ ｍｙ ｂｒｅｔｈｒｅｎ． Ｉ ａｍ ｎｏｔ ｅｖｉｌ． Ｉ ａｍ ｎｏｔ ｍａｌｉｃｉｏｕｓ． Ｉ ａｍ ｓｉｍｐｌｙ ｐｅｔｔｙ． Ａｎｄ ｗｉｓｈ ｔｏ ｓｈｏｗ Ｈｉｍ ｔｈａｔ Ｈｅ ｄｏｅｓ ｎｏｔ ｋｎｏｗ ｈｏｗ ｔｏ ｐｒｏｐｅｒｌｙ ｒａｉｓｅ ａ ｃｈｉｌｄ． Ｙｏｕ ｃｏｕｌｄ ｂｅ Ｓｏ． Ｍｕｃｈ． Ｓｔｒｏｎｇｅｒ． Ｃｏｌｅ Ｇａｒｎｅｔ． Ｓｏ． Ｍｕｃｈ． Ｓｔｒｏｎｇｅｒ．"
"Then make me more powerful, but just know if there are any strings I have ways to reverse your bullshit"
"Ｎｏ． Ｗｅ ｍｕｓｔ ｎｏｔ ｂｅ ｈａｓｔｙ． Ｙｏｕ ｗｉｌｌ ｒｅｔｕｒｎ ｔｏ Ｙｏｕｒ Ｈｏｍｅ． Ｙｏｕ ｗｉｌｌ ｒｅａｃｑｕｉｒｅ Ｙｏｕｒ Ｍａｓｋ． Ｙｏｕ ｗｉｌｌ Ｒｅｓｉｓｔ ｔｈｅ Ｔｅｍｐｔａｔｉｏｎｓ． Ｙｏｕ ｗｉｌｌ Ｒｅｔｕｒｎ ｔｏ Ｍｅ． Ｔｈｅｎ． Ｏｎｌｙ Ｔｈｅｎ ｓｈａｌｌ Ｉ ｂｌｅｓｓ Ｙｏｕ ｗｉｔｈ Ｙｏｕｒ ｎｅｗ ｐｏｗｅｒ．"
Cole thinks for a moment, pacing back and forth.
"You strike a hard deal, but, you know what, I have always loved power! So, you have a deal, and please call me Cole"
He gives a fatherly, joyous grin.
"Ｉ ｋｎｅｗ Ｃｏｌｅ ｗｏｕｌｄ ｃｏｍｅ ａｒｏｕｎｄ ｔｏ ｉｔ． Ｃｏｌｅ ｉｓ ｓｍａｒｔ． Ｔｈａｎｋ Ｃｏｌｅ． Ｂｅ ｏｆｆ ｎｏｗ． Ｈａｖｅ ａ ｎｉｃｅ ｆａｌｌ．"
He stomps his foot on the ground, shaking the whole Hall. The fires go out, filling everything with darkness once more. A crack forms underneath Cole. It opens. It swallows him whole. His vision flashes Sanguine Red.