Zozrollal The Dark God

Zozi watched as Ruten made his way out of the Dungeon. The familiar loneliness crept over her. “That was the most fun I had in a while.” She said to herself as she sat down on an ornate marble throne.

When was the last time she had so much fun? She couldn’t remember. It had to have been before she was tasked with maintaining the dungeons. Back when it was just her and her siblings. She thought back, nostalgically.

A bitter expression clouded her face. When humanity started calling her the dark god, her siblings no longer wanted anything to do with her. “I might as well get back to monitoring the dungeons,” pulling up her hood, she let her focus drift to the multitude of dungeons she maintained.

However, there was something new there now. Among Zozi’s links to the dungeons, there was something else she could see clearly. It was Ruten exiting Black Gate up on the surface.

He was surrounded by guards and being taken somewhere. Zozi was frantic with worry, but it came down to the fact she couldn’t interfere. With a sigh of resignation, she slouched back in her chair.

“Ruten better bring me back some good treats.”