After he had finished threatening what appeared to be some sort of deity, he looked around to notice the dramatic shift in his surroundings. He knew the location very well as he had been there more times then he could count. He was back in Hell. While one could never really grow comfortable with seeing the underworld, Faustus had grown desensitized at the very least. The sight was as horrifying as ever but Faustus was more confused then anything. Why would the Dreamlord show him this? After all it wasn't quite as intimidating as it was when he first witnessed its nightmarish landscapes. The Dreamland then dropped his jovial attitude looking... pitying. It took all Faustus had not to lash out against the entity. How dare he, he who had not worked a single day for his position, he who had never knew real pain or sacrifice, he who had the power to change the world yet only operated as a trickster.
Then he was gone, and everything reverted to normal.
When the Dreamlord Disappeared Faustus acted quickly, moving his hands and muttering to himself in lower abyssal. A cloud of black smoke appeared taking the form of an imp.
The cloud started, in a rather bored tone, "Yes master Faustus, ho-
"I going to need my usual entourage here as quickly as possible, afterwords you need to go down to the dungeons and ask Temporus what he knows about the Dreamlord." Said Faustus, his tone clearly indicated unusual anger for a man who attempted to keep himself as cold as possible.
Now sounding a bit flushed the cloud responded, "Uh-of course master, if I may inquire what has happened that wou-"
"No you may not." Faustus interrupted, and the cloud dissipated with a hand gesture.
