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The prince found himself in a long tunnel that tested his sense of direction and his sanity to its very limits. This long hallway stretched far longer than the outer appearance of the spire suggested. He thought that it must be the same, or at least a similar warping effect to what made the dome bigger on the inside than it was on the outside. But that was not all. When he saw light at the end and stepped out into it he saw a large, open chamber that served as the gathering hall for the Infernal Exalted.
In a ring around the edge several seats were carved into a basalt-like material, with each seat having a tunnel like his own. They all lead to the same place, the one and only door that leads into the spire. He knew this because when he looked forward he saw the exact same door at the end of it that he used to come in. And there were no other doors on the outside of the structure.
His dizziness was momentarily cut short when a man, with hair as green as hell’s sun shook his shoulder.
“About time you fucking showed up. Do you have any idea how long we’ve been waiting for you?”
“Wha-Erm. My apologies.”
“Save it, shut up and do as I say. Now come.”
The man practically dragged Jet by his arm to what appeared to be a command console of sorts. But it resembled a deep-sea animal more than any machine he’s ever seen. It was fleshy and pulsating, with magical glyphs being projected out of crystalized outcrops of puss.
“To my most esteemed peers, and to our most gracious and benevolent masters! Welcome! And thank you for attending!”
While the man talked Jet observed those who’ve taken up some of the seats around the ring. Despite being named the “49th Green Sun Prince” far less than 48 people have shown up. Counting the man next to him who’s currently giving a speech there were a grand total of ten people in the chamber. But even these men and women were not spread out equally. Five of them have congregated around a single spot, with the others sitting seemingly randomly.
According to Markolab the reason for this is that while invitations are issued for everyone when a new prince is being inaugurated, attendance of the ceremony is not mandatory. Only when the princes in question are currently residing in hell, and if they aren’t on active missions is it considered part of common courtesy to show up.
He tried to get a better look at those whom he must call “peers” but not even the five who decided to group up could divert his attention away from the seven monsters who had their own seats far above theirs in seven alcoves carved into the structure. These were the ones the speaker called “masters”. They were The Yozi.
