I woke up in a small room, lit by a single torch hanging from the ceiling. No windows or nothing.
I pushed myself up off the floor and yelled out to whatever took me there: “What in all of Faeyania- no, what in all of Kanaze are you? ‘Cause ya’ surely aren’t Damiese; surely they don’t have such a crazy language like yours!”
“Oh, pardon my poor sociality skills! I did not introduce myself to you, Irlanuv is my name. Or, in the Celestial’s speech, you may call me Aurma'rloa. Actually, Ulroman... yes that is what you would say.”
“Alright then, but what did ya’ bring me for? ...Wait, your name’s ooh-loo-room-an?” I responded to the multi-voice-y voice’s statement.
“No, it is pronounced ‘Ill-row-man.’ Besides, that is not how I would say my name. Any other demon, thus I also, would say ‘Ear-la-‘nuff’.”
““Ee~eehhh...? Demon...? And ya’ voice changed. It was all harsh but now it’s kinda like Miss Eli’s and a buncha others, Irlroman!”
“Firstly, yes, I am a demon. Secondly, that was my normal voice; this is my talking-to-mortals-one-on-one voice... or all three of them. And, third and lastly, WHO IN THE WORLD IS IRLROMAN?”
“Oookay, oookay and I got confused at your three or somethin’ names.”
Some sort of shadowy figure showed up, walking into the torchlight. I scooted back, but the shadowy thing said: “You need not worry. I have no desire to hurt you, only to hurt the Celestials.”
“Then what’d ya’ get me here then?”
The shadow smirked, “I thought you knew who... no, what he was.”
I pushed myself up off the floor and yelled out to whatever took me there: “What in all of Faeyania- no, what in all of Kanaze are you? ‘Cause ya’ surely aren’t Damiese; surely they don’t have such a crazy language like yours!”
“Oh, pardon my poor sociality skills! I did not introduce myself to you, Irlanuv is my name. Or, in the Celestial’s speech, you may call me Aurma'rloa. Actually, Ulroman... yes that is what you would say.”
“Alright then, but what did ya’ bring me for? ...Wait, your name’s ooh-loo-room-an?” I responded to the multi-voice-y voice’s statement.
“No, it is pronounced ‘Ill-row-man.’ Besides, that is not how I would say my name. Any other demon, thus I also, would say ‘Ear-la-‘nuff’.”
““Ee~eehhh...? Demon...? And ya’ voice changed. It was all harsh but now it’s kinda like Miss Eli’s and a buncha others, Irlroman!”
“Firstly, yes, I am a demon. Secondly, that was my normal voice; this is my talking-to-mortals-one-on-one voice... or all three of them. And, third and lastly, WHO IN THE WORLD IS IRLROMAN?”
“Oookay, oookay and I got confused at your three or somethin’ names.”
Some sort of shadowy figure showed up, walking into the torchlight. I scooted back, but the shadowy thing said: “You need not worry. I have no desire to hurt you, only to hurt the Celestials.”
“Then what’d ya’ get me here then?”
The shadow smirked, “I thought you knew who... no, what he was.”