Re: (Reiuji) The Lesser Hell of Blazing Fire
It was too heavy to carry, being made of solid stone and wood.
Down the stairs sat a man. He was young, with a pale, gaunt face; his eyes were sharp, and his nose straight. His hair was wild. He smoked a long, thin stick - the stench was unpleasant - and was dressed in various shades of red.
"Hello," said the man, eye Reiuji. "You are the Goddess of this place?"