Alehkzan's locket returned, yet still unopened.

[Volgathras]

You have reached your goal. This is the chamber in which Xuthravoth has

directed his malice within this Rift. The heat here is almost unbearable.

The walls that surround you are nothing more than enormous barriers of

hellfire. The entrance to this chamber itself has now been completely

engulfed in flame, sealing you within. You walk along a thin path made

of the blackest of stones, and this path leads directly towards a

giant throne crafted of bleeding flesh.[Exits: none]

An enormous throne governs the chamber, bleeding freely.

A young halfling is playing here.

Volgathras is resting here.

Volgathras sits upon his bleeding throne, a look of profound agitation upon his face. Before the demon, a small child trembles.

Alehkzan shakes visibly, obviously aware of the history of this Chamber. 'Yes, we meet again General.' With his last word he drops a small letter on the ground.

'Make it quick,' Volgathras projects, fixing you with a flat stare. 'Breakfast is waiting.'

A young halfling child gulps.

Volgathras gets 'Forgotten', a note written by Rygsne.

Alehkzan frowns, 'This has shaken me, to the very foundation of my being. ' He continues shaking, obviously disturbed by something.

Volgathras crumples up the paper and tosses it aside. 'What is this jibberish?'

Volgathras drops 'Forgotten', a note written by Rygsne.

[Volgathras] 'Some poor attempt at poetry.'

Volgathras snorts derisively.

[Volgathras] 'You believe this will earn you your locket back?'

Alehkzan recites a line by memory, 'Seeking it's true master, forever lost before.' He stops and looks at the floor for a moment.

Alehkzan sighs audibly, 'No, however...it leads into my true offering.' He gulps, choking on his own words.

The expression on his face sours as Alehkzan remarks, 'That locket held the key to the things I do not recall. My parents, my childhood. I am empty without these memories.'

Volgathras drums his taloned fingers aginst the arm of the throne.

A young halfling child turns and tries to run, seeing the Demon Lord occupied!

Volgathras growls.

Volgathras stands up.

Volgathras utters the words, 'pzrrghcandusaw'.

The ground erupts as a young halfling child is caught in a searing beam of arcane light.

Volgathras's hellstream === DISINTEGRATES === a young halfling child!

A young halfling child is DEAD!!

You hear a young halfling child's death cry.

Alehkzan takes a knee in front of you, 'That poem...you obviously hold power of my locket. In turn, my memories.' A single tear rolls down his chin as he speaks.

Alehkzan silently mourns the loss of a young halfling child.

A pillar of black flame consumes the child!

Volgathras sits down and rests on a bleeding throne.

[Volgathras] 'There, now you've done it. Breakfast gone.'

'I hope your happy,' Volgathras mutters sullenly.

Alehkzan sighs, 'Then feast on me. Envelop me with your power, give this empty soul fulfillment, do with it as you please...return my memories.

Volgathras lifts a dark browtoward you. 'So, let me get this straight, puppet...'

[Volgathras] 'Your grand offering is yourself, correct?'

His head hangs low as Alehkzan speaks, 'Yes. To do with as you please. I have no drive, no ambition. Do with me as you will.

A heavy, despondant sigh escapes Volgathras' diseased lips.

Alehkzan sighs, 'In the end I will have what I've always wanted, the only thing that I wake up for each day.' Tears begin to stream down his cheeks now, overriding the trace of the single tear cried hours ago.

[Volgathras] 'Does no one have any creativity anymore?'

'Puppet,' Volgathras begins in patient tones, like a father softly scolding a child, 'I have more slaves than I know what to do with.'

Alehkzan chokes up, 'I am sure you want for nothing. I offered you creative and deep literature. Creativity obviously does not interest you.

Waaaaah..

[Volgathras] 'Drink something - I don't want your emaciated corpse in my house.'

[Volgathras] 'And STOP - CRYING!'

Volgathras slams the arms of his throne with clenched fists.

[Volgathras] 'Is -this- the best the light has to offer, a sniveling child?'

Volgathras glares icily at you, you feel cold to your bones.

Alehkzan wipes away the flowing tears with a sleeve.

[Volgathras] 'I really should eat you, considering you made me lose my breakfast.'

[Volgathras] 'And if I see -ONE- more of those DISGUSTING tears of yours, I will.'

Alehkzan coughs and hacks as if the tears somehow had invaded his throat. 'All I want is to know who I am, who I was!!

Volgathras rubs at his temples as though his head were threatening to explode.

Suddenly, and with a snap of the Demon's fingers, the locket appears hovering before you, ablaze with power.

[Volgathras] 'Take the damnable trinket and LEAVE ME BE!'

Alehkzan snatches at the trinket but misses and falls to the floor. He gathers himself and grabs at it once more, retrieving it.

Alehkzan snivels and wipes his nose.

'Honestly, why I bother,' Volgathras seems to mutter to himself - but there's something behind those dark eyes...

[Volgathras] 'Off with you then - you have what you came for, and I am a busy deity.'

[Volgathras] 'And may your uncle rot in damnation for the aggrivation you've caused me.'

Alehkzan manages a weak, pathetic smile. 'Thank you.

Volgathras snorts derisively.