Devil’s Son jumped back and then jumped forward brining his fist into the monster that blocked his path crushing it’s scull in a single fatal blow the monster fell to the floor fire burned the skin of the monster leaving a monster skeleton with large horns like a bulls claws like daggers as Devil’s Son looked at the dead monster,

  “Shame” he said to himself “it would have made a fare pet” he walked up to the skeleton of the monster and using his strength he broke of two of the claws and and used them to sharpen each other fashioning them into weapons that he then walked over to a stream of the lave dipped the makeshift daggers into the stream of lave and then took a wineskin that he found on the beach off of his belt and poured water over each of them to harden the lava into lava rock. Once the lava rock had dried he looked and his handy craftsmanship and smiled.

  “I shall use this weapon to kill Zathor” he said aloud and then he continued to walk up the mountain as he got closer the monsters he fought got harder, the temperature got higher and the lava flowed in greater quantity he could tell that this wouldn’t be easy because only the souls of the worst of the worst went here so he would have to fight very strong foes if only to get to the soul that was causing all the lava to flow and what then what could he do he had silently vowed that he would not kill the soul but find another solution to stop it but he had been deep in thought the entire climb and he still had no idea what he would do.

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  As he climbed the final few miles of the mountain, he began to wonder whose soul could be causing all this lava to flow. Whoever it was they must have been really powerful in life to be able to conjure such magic in there death he then wondered if it was perhaps Zathor and if he had possibly been killed in Devil’s Son’s absence because the only people he could think of whose souls could possibly have been strong and wicked enough to be here and conjure up the lava that was pouring out of the volcano was Zashan’s and his own but he was right there and one cannot exist without a soul.

  As Devil’s Son got to the top of the mountain, he peered down into it, and he saw hundreds of souls all dark and wicked he saw the souls of those who had killed and murdered he saw them all floating around like little bits of floating blue fire all wailing. Longing to be alive or even dead because this mountain was like a world in between just floating just existing left to self torture they where forced to live in a place that could see life but not live it.

  In the center he saw a soul unlike all the others instead of a faint burning wisp of fire it was a burning flame of black fire with lava pouring out of it out back into the living world and down to the sea and Devil’s son knew when he saw it exactly whose soul it was but what he didn’t know was how he was going to stop the soul or at all what he was going to do but he knew he had to do it so he took the chance and jumped in.