RoTTeN walked up to this palace, frowning, he hated anarchy, dictatorship, and anything of the sort, but admittedly he was a fun lover like his relative which he hated to call a brother. RoTTeN' black hair flowed down his face, covering his mysterious eyes, he was of a race known as Deathdealer, he gave no information on the subject and nor did anyone else of his race, which was made up of what he would guess 3-5 people, his family being the majority. RoTTeN wore a unbuttoned over-sized grey shirt that went below his hips and almost fully covered his grey shorts. A oddity was over RoTTeN' right shoulder, a black axe held up by RoTTeN' right shoulder and hand. One would and could and should say the axe was alive, it was made of a black liquid-gas that spilled from the handle in drops on the ground, strangely disappearing instead of leaving a trace of it's existence like normal liquid would, it was wavey and in the shape of a very long, heavy looking double-edged axe. RoTTeN walked to wherever and whatever the entrance was, he looked the palace up and down one more time before screaming, his astonishing 7 feet complimented his scream, "HHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO?!?!?!?!".