Calum quietly surveyed his new domain. He had been battling Harold for this promotion for years and now he finally had it. He was the boss now. His gaze roamed over the vast halls and the black rivers, there was only one way to describe this place – caliginous, and he loved it. Calum took a seat in the newly carved throne. “Bring them in” he commanded. The mortal souls shuffled in and began wailing when they saw Calum in all his glory – he was the Lord Calu now and the cacaesthesia these souls were experiencing was all his doing.