Where do the souls go when they die. Does it really matter, or can a soul truly die at all? Well, one thing is for sure. When people die at the Estate, they never leave. Some souls become twisted and dark. Seeking revenge. Others just mourn themselves forever, hating themselves for even coming in to such a place to begin with. A rare few however stick around to guide and warn any would be victims to run, or at least away from danger when ever they can.

But they all stay here. Why?

Well the truth of the matter lies beneath the black. What that means is pretty simple. It means that the entire house it self is a portal that leads to nowhere but it's self. A circle that lasts forever and is with out escape. This portal was actually created by one of the family members who wished to save the souls of loved ones when they crossed over. It is a normally easy spell to break, but because of the location of the estate, the power is increased so much there is no breaking this cycle.

So besides the evil that resides here, there are a countless number of souls that are stuck here, because of what lies beneath the black.

There is no saving them and they could always use alittle more company, and if you die here you will have no shortage of people to talk to, even if they are completely insane or depressed. Give it time and they might start to make sense after all.

Beneath Hell.

Darkness reigns in hell, they say. But in the truth of the matter, they are wrong, the are so very wrong. Hell is filled with such delights and torment, fire and ice. Endless windstorm of pandemonium terror, the sounds of a Trillion souls screaming in unison. These are the things hell is made of and so much more.


Darkness, true darkness reigns in not in the hell, but underneath it. Where the slime lives and the darkness hungers for the remains of souls that slip through the cracks of hell. Insanity is only the beginning, madness is the key and the lock is endless death.

This is the meaning of true darkness, hiding something so terrible the devil herself refused to deal with it, God himself could find nothing better to do with it. Eternal Eons it lay there, unknowing of time, not knowing identity, not knowing anything but constant and endless suffering.

For it is the source of fuel for the Fires of hell that burn forever, it is the breath the causes those dreadful windstorms that refuse to stop, the ice is made from its own body temperature.

So what is this horrible thing that lies beneath hell? It is nothing more then the darkness, and what lives in the black, what could possibly be so horrible and twisted as this?

The truth is coming out for the entirety of everything to see. Soon the old ones will come and the depraved and twisted will come from all corners of the world to come see their doom, their delight, their destiny to become food for the strong. Infinite submission to the strong, it is the place of the weak, it is their responsibility.

So I ask you now. Will you submit to me, and be strong. Or stand alone and be devoured by my deadly appetite. The choice is yours. Submit to me.