(M4F) You fought through Hell for what?!

Being sent to hell was a punishment, wasn’t it? But what was it called when you willingly fought your way through it? Whatever it was, the lone Templar did it. Fighting off hordes of demons, devils, cursed souls and hungry mouths. Traveling across the River Styx, fighting off the three headed dog himself. Even the most famous champions the world killed off, threw down into the fiery pits of hell.

Countless swords clashing against that shield, swords crossed and caught by the cross guard. Knicks and digs against the helmet and greaves of the knight. The white and red robes of his order were practically gone when he arrived to the door he was seeking. Having survived the hordes of hell, his human strength was increased by the powers beyond. The heavy doors bent to his will. Pushing open when he needed them to.

Stepping foot in the throne room, seeing the chairs of the those who’d be judged and the chairs of the judges. He looks forward to the lone throne. The very throne of the Queen of Hell. The place he aimed to get to.

Pulling the notorious crusader helmet to the ground, his shield clanged to the ground while he walked. The leather boots tapped against the blackened stone. Unsheathing his sword and dropping it by the throne. Looking around in the room.

“Queen! I’ve come here to lay eyes against you! I’ve bested your armies, your champions and your beasts only to feast my eyes at your beauty! Will you grant me my one and only wish?!”

The Templar’s voice rang out. Just his armor and robes left. His face uncovered, he breathes heavy. The man was eager to meet the Queen he sought out.

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