The angel Jehoel arrived on the island of Nozam in the Flain archipelago. The bereft island hosted no life, just dust and rocks. Ash from a volcano on a neighboring island fell and covered the ground like snow. Jehoel's gray wings folded inward and vanished behind his jacket as he skulked the barren beach. He walked until he came across a large stone door embedded into the ground. The door was embroidered with intricate geometrical symbols. Jehoel chuckled to himself. "Juvenile celestial magic." He placed his hand on the door, and the symbols began to glow. After a moment they vanished. The doors slid apart revealing a descending spiral staircase. Torches along the wall spontaneously ignited bathing the stairwell in a pale blue light. Jehoel slipped his hands into his jacket pockets and casually began his descent. An hour later he arrived at the bottom of the stairs. He felt the pressure of another Celestial oozing out from behind the door at the end of the stone hallway. Jehoel smiled and approached the door. His left hand still in his pocket he used his right to undo the embroidered symbols on the door. When the symbols faded the doors opened up into a large cave with more blue torches filling the room with eerie light. Thousands of shadowy tendrils snaked from the ceiling and wrapped themselves around the prisoner, suspending him in the air like a marionette. The man's eyes opened when he noticed Jehoel enter the cave. "They got you strung up there real good huh?" The man's eyes narrowed as the angel spoke. "So look. I got a proposition for you. I let you out of here, and you kill the ones that put you here. You get your freedom, and those blasphemous World Kings are out of my way. So, you scratch my back and I'll scratch yours. Whaddya say?" The man just glared at him. "Oh right, can't talk with that thing wrapped around your head like that." Jehoel reached back under his jacket and pulled out one of his feathers. With a flick of his wrist he threw the feather. Out of thousands of shadow tendrils, he managed to pierce the one that covered the man's mouth, lodging the feather in the cave’s ceiling. The man with his mouth freed, spoke. His voice a hoarse whisper. "With the Kings gone you think I'd just let you have this world? It belongs to me." Jehoel chuckled. "I couldn't care less about this dirt clod. All I want is the Kings' prodigy. Him and others like him gotta go. It's just with the kings around this already arduous task gets increasingly more difficult. So, you can have the world. I'm going home when I'm done." "And where might your home be?" The man asked his voice now louder than a whisper but still just as hoarse. "A place called none of ya damn business. So, you in? Or do I leave you strung up there?" The man smiled. "Very well. I accept." "Beautiful!" The feather Jehoel had lodged into the ceiling began to glow bright. The white light burned away the tendrils dropping the man to the floor. Naked, the man stood up his hair long and black like the tendrils that had held him in place for so many blooms. Jehoel mockingly whistled at the man as his wings spread turning into a cloud of smoke enveloping both of them. The smoke formed back into Jehoel's wings, revealing the two to be back outside, right in front of the door to the spiral staircase. "You're just full of surprises." The man said. "I'm full of something. '' Jehoel joked. "The names Jehoel by the way. Out of curiosity, who are you gonna go after first?" "I'm going to get my land back." The man growled. "Well, I'd suggest you start by finding some pants." Jehoel spread his wings once again and flew off. The man took a deep breath, and let the sun bathe its light over his body. "This world is just as beautiful as ever." He walked to the edge of the beach, and placed his foot on the water's surface. The water under his foot turned into a black viscous tar like substance, allowing him to take solid footing with each step as he made his way northwest towards the territory Xibalba.

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