I'd have to ignore my own concerns about the place, for a while at least. I had to be present after all, even if my attendance was not exactly consensual.
The destination we were lead to by the guards, clad in fiery red and flowing gowns, a ball room. It was as grand as the structure that housed it. At least twenty four stories to the silver and amber encrusted, arched ceiling.
The metals and gems were grand on their own, seeing as they covered about seventy-five percent of the ceiling, in a place so gargantuan, it would take minutes to get from one side to the other. Yet, they had to go even further, sculpting images from the mess.
Flowing and swirling tides of fire, converged at the center of the structure, a black circle, with a hundred faces, and a hundred complaints it would seem. As they all had a different expression.
A peculiar detail, some had horns, some had fangs, some scales, some fur, but the two things that united them all, crimson skin and pitch black hair.
