God of Damnation and a tortured soul.

Annia and Elisia looked towards the gates of the Underworld where they noticed a low tinkering of noise emanating from an archway from the archway on the left-side of the main gates. The noise grew stronger as a figure appeared in the archway, his presence filling Annia with a creeping dread in the pit of her stomach. This particular god she has never personally met, nor has she ever been to his realm. Standing before her now, she knew that she was right for such caution.

The god was tall, possibly six to seven feet in length. He was completely naked, wearing nothing but a cape made from an eldritch monster that may have been bear-like, given the large tufts of black fur. He had a developing beard across his face and slicked back black hair. His eyes were red, though they could have been a very saturated shade of brown, and from head to toe he was covered in blood. Some of the blood was dry, other patches so fresh he left foot-prints of the sanguine substance as he walked.

"My queen," said the god as he bowed, his voice so rough it would curdle fresh cream from the noise. Elisia, having known the god for many centuries, stood up and politely curtsied to him.

"Czerno, thank you for coming."

Czernograzze, or "Czerno" as his friends called him, was the God of Damnation and a Baron of the Underworld. Once a war god that helped lead the King of the Gods on his campaign against their primordial predecessors, Czernograzze was given a small portion of the Underworld to spend his golden years. When the time came to create an afterlife for the mortals, he volunteered his section of the Underworld to be a place for those who have committed great evil. While only a temporary stay, his realm - known to the mortals as "the Fire Pit", "the Stygian Meadows", "the Land of Barren", "the Winterlands" etc. - was a real shit-show. Great and terrible tortures for those who are sent there, either as an ironic punishment for the evils they commit in life or upon request of a particularly resentful god.

Czernograzze smiled a shark-tooth smile at the Goddess of Youth and grabbed her hand.

"Your highness," said Czernograzze as he gave her wrist a light kiss. When he let go of her, her whole body turned a sicky pale at the sight of fresh blood that smeared onto her skin.

"Yeah," she squeaked, unsure of what else to say without the possibility of wetting herself.

"Did you bring it?" Asked Elisia, getting right down to business.

"Yes, I did," he said. He gestured to the rope of rusted chains that he held in his hand and tugged it hard, bringing the mortal cuffed and chained sprawling to the ground.