He moved with fluid grace despite his massive armor, approaching Jack with the casual confidence of someone in their own domain. "Welcome to my little slice of paradise. Hope you brought your appetite for pain and suffering, because the room service down here is absolutely killer."
The god's humor was dark, but there was something almost... friendly about his demeanor. Like a teacher welcoming a particularly promising student to an advanced and probably lethal curriculum.
Jack found his voice, though it still shook slightly. "Why... Why did you give me that key? Why am I here?"
He stopped directly in front of Jack, close enough that the young man could see the intricate details carved into the god's armor. Up close, he could see that what he'd taken for decorative patterns were actually tiny scenes of battle and death played out across the metal surface.
