text: Within a blink of an eye, you're on the other side, which strangely doesn't have the heavenly aura you were expecting. It's present to be sure, but it's muted.
  
  Upon looking around your immediate surroundings you're in a pretty desolate area. Nothing but gray rocks, gray ground and just... well gray in general. The sky is even a dull gray, reminds you of a cloudy day on one of those mortal worlds. Certainly isn't the paradise you were expecting.
  
  The only thing that stands out in the immediate area is a single dead gray tree nearby which will at least make a good landmark of where the portal is when you're ready to leave.
  
  In the distance, you see what looks to be a town of some sort. Since that seems to be the only major point of interest you make your towards it.
  
  You haven't gotten far when suddenly a winged being with shining silver skin appears before you. A celestial! You grab your sword.
  
  "Now, now, no need for that, my infernal friend. You'll find that I am not hostile; in fact violence is utterly useless here. Strike me with your sword, if you don't believe me." it says.
  
  Never one to avoid the chance to engage in violence, you do exactly that and swing your sword directly at the celestial's neck.
  
  And a blow that should have severed the smug smiling celestial's head from his shoulders instead does nothing. Your sword just bounces off like you struck a rock.
  
  Instinctively you immediately attempt to use magic only to find that none of it is working.
  
  "I'm afraid you'll find any harmful magic won't work here either. Let alone from the likes of an infernal like yourself. Tried to tell that to the other one like you." The celestial says.
  "Like me? You talking about the burned bitch that escaped to here, because that hell whore is NOTHING like me." you reply pausing your attacks.
  "Well two infernals popped in here not long ago. One I am all too familiar with, while the... hell whore as you mentioned he dragged in, not so much. She was a bit of a mess as you said, but then the door to this place tends to keep you lot out, not that there would be much for you to be interested in to begin with, though given the brief tale Red told he mentioned that a very angry infernal might be visiting soon. Guessing that's you since I can feel the hatred just emanating from you. You really should relax more."
  
  "She's in town. I can certainly take you to her if you like, but I'm not sure what you intend on doing. As I said, violence of any kind doesn't work here. Part of the punishment I suppose. Keeps us from killing ourselves or each other. Anyway I should introduce myself. My name is Engantrioso."
  
  This is all very strange and only serving to make you angrier, however it's apparent that straightforward violence isn't going to serve you right now unfortunately, so you might as well ask more questions.
  
  "So what is this place exactly?" you ask.
  "It's a prison of sorts for celestials. The official name is Garceol, though most of us just call it the gray prison. Not very imaginative I know, but it is accurate." Engan says.
  "A prison for celestials? Thought you lot just got cast into the infernal realm if you weren't the agents of good that you claim to be."
  "Well that does happen for serious offenders, those that are completely unrepentant in their wickedness. For most of us however, we do feel a remorse for our crimes, so this is where we stay until deemed fit to ascend back to our heavenly realm."
  "This seems like a shitty prison for punishment."
  "Well, I'm sure it would seem that way to you. You infernals love your spikes, whips and such for punishment, but I assure you, being disconnected from the celestial realm and the loss of our tie to the place is the worst punishment that we could ever experience. There is an emptiness that is indescribable. I wouldn't expect you to understand."
  "Hm. So what happens to others that wander in here?"
  "Doesn't happen often. This place is insignificant enough that it doesn't get many planewalkers stumbling in here. We tend to just treat them as temporary guests that are free to leave at anytime. Not many choose to stay as there isn't anything in the way that would sustain them here and the more destructive bunch tend to get bored what without the ability to destroy or kill anything. Infernals are even rarer thanks to the way the portal here is set up, but seeing as some of you are determined enough, you'll be treated with hospitality like any other guest here. We don't expect you to be grateful of course, such is your nature."
  "Glad to hear it because I'll be living up to your expectations."
  "Since I'm sort of the unofficial mayor of the town to use a mortal designation, did you need me to take you back to town and to your succubus? She's currently staying at one of our unused homes. As I said though, not sure what you'll be able to do to her though, violence doesn't work here. You won't even be able to punch her."
  "Can I touch her at all?"
  "Well yes."
  "Then I'll just drag her ass out by force to the portal if need be."
  "Hm, you might find that hard to do if she is unwilling to go with you, but I suppose having the pair of you here will break up the monotony. Come, I'll take you to her."
  
  You've never actually been in the presence of many celestials, let alone this long without being in combat with them. The aura this one is giving off is really offending you however and that's saying something given you live in hell. It isn't like the celestial light either, which actually causes pain. There's no pain, it's just you don't know how to describe it exactly.
  
  Then again, celestials and infernals aren't supposed to be friends so you imagine this is normal. Engan probably feels something similar.
  
  > go your own way
  You're not travelling with this angelic fuck no matter how polite he's being. Besides the fact that you're not here to make friends and have a job to do, you just don't trust him. After all this IS supposed to be a prison. Who knows what the hell he did to get kicked out of the heavens in the first place.
  
  "I'll find her myself. The closer I get, the better I can sense her. It isn't like this place is brimming to the top with infernal aura." You say.
  "Ah, you infernals always so distrusting. Very well, feel free to explore." Engan replies and then teleports away.
  
  Feeling a little less annoyed now, you make your way towards the town.
  
  When you get to the outskirts of the town, you notice it's pretty quiet. You aren't seeing anyone even walking (or flying for that matter) around.
  
  You get further in the town and that's when you start seeing small groups of celestials. Or you're guessing they are at any rate, they aren't nearly as "impressive" looking as Engan. No shimmering silver skin here, just a bit of sickening sparkling and those feathery white wings. Other than that, they might as well be humans.
  
  Doesn't take long for you to gain a lot of attention. Some of them start whispering and pointing at you. A couple of them wave and smile, but none of them are really approaching you though.
  
  So much for celestial hospitality, though just well since you'd rather not have to talk with them and since you probably can't kill them either, you don't see much point in any type of interaction.
  
  What you don't quite understand about this town as you travel through it, is the whole purpose of it. If this is supposed to be a prison for naughty angels, shouldn't it just be a barren wasteland of gray? Also this place is again very "mortal" in appearance. Why would they need blacksmith shops, taverns and such? In fact do celestials even drink? You suppose the bad ones do, but then shouldn't they NOT be doing that as part of the rehabilitation?
  
  This of course then leads to the question of whose idea was it to make this place anyhow. Despite what Engan said about being disconnected from their heavenly realm, you're still convinced this is a pretty shitty form of punishment. You could think of MUCH worse and more fitting punishments for this lot.
  
  In any case, you still aren't sensing Sinthinia like you thought you would. You can sense an infernal presence faint enough to know she is here, but you can't tell if you're actually getting any closer to her. You begin to get angry and the ongoing celestial aura in this place is still enough to give you discomfort in your armor.
  
  Eventually you realize you might need some assistance and enter the tavern you saw to ask questions.
  
  It's pretty empty. You see a few angels sitting at a table and a barkeeper polishing glasses. The angels at the table look like they're playing a game of some sort, but you don't actually see any of them drinking though.
  
  While the barkeep continues to not look up or even acknowledge your entrance, the group of angels at the table actually waves you over to take a seat with them.
  
  Since the last thing you want to do is hang around a group of these sparkling fuckers, the barkeep it is.
  
  You approach the barkeep who still hasn't even looked up. He's REALLY focused on polishing his glasses. You notice he's muttering to himself though.
  
  "Must get clean. Can't have a spot...." The barkeep says.
  "Hey you." You say.
  "Must get clean..."
  "HEY!" you say raising your voice.
  
  He finally looks up at you and doesn't even seem surprised that you're not another angel.
  
  "Huh? Oh. Did you need a drink?" he asks.
  "No, I need to know where the succubus is in this town." You say.
  "There's one here? Didn't realize. I don't leave this place very much though. Not many infernals come here anyway. Not really a place for them. Not really a place for anyone really. In fact I think you should go."
  "I'm not leaving until I get what I came here for."
  "Well if you don't leave, you may get more than you bargained for."
  
  At this point the angel stops polishing the glass and slams it hard on the bar top. Hard enough in fact that he shatters it.
  
  "Oh no. I'll have to clean that up too." He says calmly looking at the glass.
  
  "Hey, demon girl. You might want to get away from barkeep there. He's not quite right in the head, talks a lot of nonsense. Even we've given up on what he's trying to say most of the time. Best to just leave him to cleaning and pouring drinks if you really want one. My name's Posilodja. Come sit over here with us you infernal beauty." One of the angels at the table calls over to you and pats the seat of a chair near him.
  
  Infernal beauty? Is this celestial actually trying to flirt with you? You've had mortals do a much better job in that area.
  
  You might be amused if you weren't so revolted by the thought.
  
  "I'm good standing over here, but since you're so friendly, any of you bird winged fucks want to tell me where the succubus bitch is?"
  
  "Oh her? She's around somewhere. Wish she was in my lap right now though, so I can put some goodness in her."
  
  This crude sexual joke is followed by all of the angels at the table laughing loudly and another making some additional joke. You roll your eyes.
  
  "Oh wow, did we actually offend you by our little jokes? An infernal? Thought you lot were supposed to have skin almost thicker than my holy instrument!" Posilodja says.
  "The only offensive thing around here, is your severe lack of imagination if you believe that. Your wit is about the same level as a mortal in these matters. What would an angel know about carnal pleasures anyway?"
  "Oh you'd be surprised infernal. Many celestials have...fallen due to engaging with mortals you know."
  "And? That doesn't exactly impress me. Shit, the bitch I'm looking for was an expert at fucking mortals for thousands of years. Just because you got love sick over some priestess and fucked her because she liked sparkling cock doesn't make you an expert."
  "Well, I could show you. We ALL could."
  
  At this moment the lead angel gets up followed by the other three also standing up. You instinctively grab your sword even though you know violence is prevented here.
  
  "With your permission of course..." Posilodja says with a smile and looking at his fellows for validation, which of course they give him by snickering.
  
  "You wish sparkle boy. Now you going to continue to waste my time or are you going to tell me where the succubus is?" you say.
  "Fine. I'll tell you, but you'll have to play a game with us first." Posilodja replies.
  "Yeah, I don't have time for fucking games."
  "Well then I don't have time to tell you the information you want to know. I'm betting our beloved mayor already offered and you turned him down. You're not going to get many others here that are going to be willing to help find her and I guarantee, you are not going to find her unless someone leads you to her."
  "Why are you lot protecting her? I mean she's an infernal, I would think you'd want her out of here. Is she fucking all of you degenerates in this town?"
  "If only. I'm not sure if the mayor told you, but she does have a certain kind of asylum here thanks to some agreement he has with another infernal that's passed through here a few times. Now granted we aren't going to stop you from taking her, but we aren't going to make it easy without something in return at least. Fortunately for you, I only want to play a game with you, we all do."
  "A game huh? What is it?"
  "A simple card game. I can explain the rules and we can even play a few practice hands until you get the hang of it."
  "So what's in it for you?"
  "Nothing, other than we've been playing the game with the same people for...well a very long time. It would break up the monotony to play with someone different, especially an infernal as...interesting as yourself."
  
  Maybe because you've never experienced this before by celestials, but you REALLY feel uneasy around this bunch. They're all looking you up and down with desire in their eyes. You're even covered up from head to toe in armor and about the only skin they can see is some of your face. You've had that experience from mortals and infernals before but you expect it from them and even then, you don't get them doing it much anymore.
  
  You'd probably feel less uneasy if you knew you could just chop their heads off, but since that isn't an option about the best thing you could do is just ignore them and leave.
  
  > play a game with them
  While you'd rather not waste anymore time in this place, you get impression that just wandering around yourself isn't going to be as quick as if you got the help of some of the locals. So if that means playing some stupid game to get Sinthinia then so be it.
  
  You take a seat.
  
  "Alright, so explain the rules, play through a couple practice hands, and then play for real. After that you take me to Sinthinia." You say.
  "Absolutely. So what do we get?" Posil asks.
  "I thought you said you just wanted to break up the monotony."
  "Oh right. I did. Well I mean in retrospect it seems like we should be getting something out of this than just your lovely company."
  "Well you should have made that stipulation before you made your initial offer. My company is all you're getting and be grateful you're even getting that."
  "Hm, well I suppose we lack the quick tricky tongue that you infernal types have for making deals. Very well, I suppose your company will have to suffice, but I think you'll change your mind."
  "Can we get on with the fucking game?"
  
  Posil begins to explain the rules of the game, which is very confusing. Partly because Posil is explaining the rules so fast you can barely understand everything and also because the rules are convoluted to begin with.
  
  Convoluted to the point that you actually have to stop Posil from his fast-talking to re-explain things.
  
  "Wait, what does a blue star mean again?" you ask.
  "It means you pull another card, but only if it's your second turn." Posil says.
  "I thought that was three green skulls."
  "No, that means you reverse the order of play."
  "I thought that was nine black crosses."
  "No, you draw four more cards on your first turn with those."
  "By the gods, are these infernals fucking thick. Can't even understand a simple fucking game. Then again I guess they don't do much thinking. Just a lot of fighting and fucking." One of the angels snorts.
  "Celestial if things were different, I guarantee you'd know all about getting fucked with my blade up your ass."
  "Okay, okay, everyone settle down. Let's just play the game, you'll get it soon enough."
  
  You start to play through your practice hands, which go about as expected. You half understanding what's going on and losing.
  
  What isn't expected though is you start to feel odd, like occasionally seeing double. At one point you look at your cards and it's almost as if the images on them are changing.
  
  "Your turn infernal" Posil says.
  "Oh. Here." You answer throwing down a card.
  "I needed one of those." An angel says.
  "Well keep needing, because I'm taking it." Another says.
  "This is why you never win, you're always announcing your intentions." Posil remarks.
  
  "...damn..." you mutter closing your eyes.
  
  You experience another moment of disorientation and you look again and see your cards changing and hear whispering voices. You can't make out what they're saying but it's really intrusive.
  
  You blink again, and it's all stopped, though now there's a red portal in the room. None of the angels seem to notice or even acknowledge it.
  
  You aren't sure what's going on here, but it's more than just a card game.
  
  "Is there a problem infernal?" Posil asks.
  
  > point out the portal
  "Yeah there's a portal right over there that just appeared." You say and point at it.
  "What portal?" Posil asks and looks over in the direct that you pointed.
  "That one right there!"
  "I don't see anything."
  "The infernal is seeing shit." One angel says.
  "I'm telling you there's a fucking portal right over here, it's fucking red! Look!"
  
  Posil looks closer and puts a hand to his chin.
  
  "Hm, I'm not seeing what you're seeing, is it over by the bartender?"
  "What? It's nowhere near him! It's over by the...oh fuck it..." you say and stand up to walk over to where the portal is.
  
  When you get closer to the portal it hasn't changed at all though by the looks of the angels, they don't seem convinced anything is there. Posil asks if any of them see anything but none of them do.
  
  Posil gets up and walks over towards you.
  
  "I think you're seeing things my demon beauty. Though this place has been known to have that affect on your kind seeing as it was designed more for us celestial types and all." Posil remarks.
  
  As Posil is walking about saying how you're seeing things, he walks right through the portal and out the other side like it wasn't there.
  
  "What..." you say and get closer to the portal yourself.
  
  Then suddenly you feel a very strong pull towards the portal!
  
  "I can't believe she fell for that! These brimstone bitches, all beauty and no brains. We were good to our deal though, you played with us and now you get to see the other infernal cunt. Though maybe just not in the way you thought, I'm sure an infernal such as yourself can appreciate the situation." Posil laughs.
  
  As the other angels join in on his laughter you attempt to resist being pulled into the portal, but no matter how much you struggle or fight, it's just too strong and you eventually are sucked into the portal.
  
  When you come out, you're in some place surrounded by a gray haze. Before you can get your bearings however, you feel a crushing blow to the back of your head and get slammed to what seems to be an invisible floor by a heavy mass.
  
  You manage to roll out of the way of the next assault to see what's attacking you and see it's Sinthinia, but only barely. Her lower half is a formless mass of flesh with various appendages coming from them and her upper half isn't much different. Her head has several eyes and mouths.
  
  "Cista, I'm so glad you followed me here, now we can finally settle our differences." Sin says, though several voices emanate from her. Some of them screaming, laughing and generally gibbering.
  
  You manage to lop off several of her appendages and instinctively you start casting magic, which surprisingly works here (wherever that is). Sinthinia gets in her own attacks and damages your armor.
  
  Under normal circumstances, you'd beat her easily even in her new horrible form. The problem lies in that she's not alone and voices start invading your mind. Whispers of giving up, joining them and general madness all keep you off your game making the combat more difficult.
  
  You slash, chop, burn and disintegrate Sin's unstructured body, but you soon learn about these ancient ones she kept babbling about.
  
  The gray outside your prison has turned completely black, the incoherent voices of madness are even louder. Your attempts to mentally block them out fail, as you can't escape to anywhere. In one of the rare times of your life, fear and hopelessness takes you over completely
  
  You fall to the floor clutching your head, screaming for the sounds to get out of your mind. You close your eyes not wanting to see what is coming.
  
  You don't initially, but you feel everything and eventually the rest of your senses follow, but by the time that happens you're not yourself anymore.