Three Once Powerful Men

King John lay manacled to a rock, whilst his brother fed him with an iron spoon. He spat and fell back with the tremors seizing him once again. The palours of Hell had traced over his mind.

Richard, who had but a visitor's pass, drew back and sighed. Did it all end here, in this place of screaming men?

And what of those monkey men? One had shat on John at his first appeal, and the earth beneath had heated most uncomfortably.

A groan came from the spaces beyond. Sheriff Marc, who had been defeated by death at a similar time, shared this same ledge. Three once powerful men - two, answering for their treason to Humanity, now sentenced to cleansing what was left of their souls.

Puck appeared amongst the three of them. Although he was differently costumed in the present-day attire, both recognised him, as they had known him before, as Robin.

His aura of cheerfulness was potent within the underworld realm - everyone seemed to know him, one way or another.

-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series