Oriol wouldn't have minded normal prison. He'd been in normal prison quite a few times (and then got out, because only a fool would stay in prison) and it hadn't been bad. Boring, but bearable. This prison, however… this one was different. There was the floor, for one. Oriol was pretty sure it was literally lava. Or at least boiling water. Way back, when he'd first been thrown in there, the pain had been almost unbearable. There were the chains too, which were also scalding hot. It seemed to be a theme down there. Had he shown signs that he didn't like the heat back when he was free (killing everyone)? He hadn't thought so. Maybe this was just the standard for eternal torment. Lots of heat and boredom. Because after he got past the neverending pain, it was boring. Even more than normal prison. There he'd had other prisoners to talk to, but down here, he was the only one.
"Ay! Guard!" Oriol turned to face where the guard was usually posted. "Are you awake?" When he'd first gotten locked up, he'd sworn to never talk to anyone. That lasted about one year, and then he'd given up. Bothering the guard became his new hobby. It was a way to fill the endless hours of his imprisonment. They often played cards, something that Oriol delighted in. After all, playing cards usually required actually being able to see what the card was. Thankfully, one of them (he couldn't remember who it was) came up with the idea to scratch the value into the card. Those games took up a decent amount of time, but not nearly enough in his opinion. Then again, there was only so much two people could do with a deck of cards. And the guard had to do their job some of the time, at least. "Guard!" Oriol yelled again, just in case they hadn't heard him the first time. They were the only two down there, but you never know. Maybe he was distracted.
It had been too long to count. Shuna had seen many faces in his life– some unfriendly, some jubilant and wild with emotion, and others relaxed and accepting of everything they had admittedly deserved. Though, Shuna never held any spite against any of his prisoners he was stationed to watch over. It was embedded in him to be vague and unfeeling– for the most part. Over those years he lost his grip on what it meant to be mean and outstanding, besides, it wasn't really great for the prisoners to constantly go without someone to talk to. Prisoners who Shuna watched over often had interesting stories to tell while he was taking a break from standing.
For a good while now, Shuna had been watching over a human whose favorite hobby was to bother him. It had been too long to count how long they had been together, and a semblance of time wasn't present here. A lot of human ideals weren't present whatsoever.
"Yes, yes, I am here," rumbled the guard as his boots clicked. He stood in front of the bars, tilting his head a little as he peered into the pit of fire. "What is it? I trust you don't need anything to eat?"
"Pft, you know me," Oriol smirked and made his way towards the bars. The chains around his wrists and ankles were relatively long, allowing him all the way to the bars. His steps were measured and deliberate. "I'm bored, nothing more. Although if you do happen to have any food around you, I'll gladly take it. That gets rid of boredom quite nicely as well." Oriol reached out carefully and grabbed ahold of one of the bars. As he did, a slight tingle started in his feet. He didn't think much of it, however, as his feet were always feeling weird things. It was a side effect of literally standing in lava for as long as he had. Honestly, it was a miracle he could feel anything at that point. It was only when the tingling reach his knees that he realized something was wrong. He could sense whips of magic curling around his legs, and around the legs of the guard. Where had they come from? He had no idea magic could reach this deep into the ground. Unless it was the guard doing it, it was very weird. "Are you doing that?" Oriol asked, directing his question towards the guard. "If so, stop. I don't like it."
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