The giant form of darkness moved through the halls with a thundering impact that came after every step. The noise that he made did not come as a result of his size, a thing he could not change but as a welcomed thing for he chose to be noticed by all that passed him for he loved it when they would move out of the way just to have a safe distance from him. He fed off of their fear and respect, it gave him great joy to watch the look of fright in their eyes as they spot him. They called him "the beast" for his unpredictable attitude, his angered looks, his scars, and most of all, for the way he fought, tearing and slashing his enemies to bits, grabbing them and splitting them into two.<br/><br/>Today though, Damien walked the halls with a purpose in mind, a purpose of utmost importance. His mind was focused to the point where he didn't even noticed when the lesser demons jumped quickly out of his way, nor did he care. He turned a corner and moved forward, coming to a stop after a short walk ahead. He turned around and stared at the wall, not moving or saying anything at all, he just stood there quietly. hours past and still nothing happened yet the big form of decayed flash still held his ground, refusing to do anything but stand and stare at the wall, or perhaps he was waiting for something to happen.<br/><br/>Then suddenly something happened. It seemed as though a form of sort was making its way through the wall itself. After a few seconds where once there was nothing now stood Corrine herself, Damien's companion and one of the abyss's elite. The problem was that Damien stood too close to the wall and when Corrine came out she found herself up and personal, as they say, with the undead. As soon as Damien saw her he immediately started to speak, his voice hard and loud.<br/><br/>"Come Corrine, the elite is to gather at the hall of despair as fast a possible...It is time."<br/><br/>At that the big guy turned around and started walking off toward the place he spoke of, the hall of despair. He didn't wait for Corrine to fallow him and didn't even check to see if she did or not, he told her of the gathering and if she shows up or not is up to her alone.<br/>The rest of the elite should have gotten the massage to come to the hall an hour or two ago, so they are probably still waiting for him. He has sent each one the elite a massager that has already told them of the meeting. The only one that got a personal invention was Corrine, and that was because he couldn't trust a lesser demon to stand out side her "door" and wait the unknown amount of time until she came out, for it could take days until she choose to leave her room.<br/><br/>Damien continued to walk without slowing down even once, not to talk about stopping to rest, until he reached the big metal doors of the halls of despair. Opening the doors he stepped inside to greet his equals.