The Tormented God-King

In a hidden sanctum known to the Mesitori King and his chosen few, is a secret.

An Elnorian hangs suspended, its divine might keep at bay by an arcane machine. Quite how the Mesitori captured and enslaved such a being is unknown, yet it is hardly the only mighty being brought low by the cruel mind of the present King of Bel'Zanar.

Now and then the Mesitori will visit his prisoner and talk. The Elnorian remembers not its name. It faintly recalls once it was a God-King, mighty even amongst its mighty kin. It relished in its power and the bounty of pleasures it could experience. Now? Now it is imprisoned. Chained by a device it thinks it created, its divine power nullified. Now it knows only pain and suffering. Its captor asks questions of it for though its mind is addled still beyond that of mortal flesh and so it may see that which is to come, or that with may yet come to pass.

If it refuses, if it lies or if it merely amuses him, the Mesitori will hurt the Elnorian. He will command the device to break its bones, flay its flesh, boil its blood. It will inflict centuries of pain in moments for as long as the Mesitori wishes.

It has been a century since the Elnorian was brought to this cruel oubliette far from the wholesome light of the sun. The Elnorian's mind is ruined, yet some vestige remains. Enough to answer that which the Mesitori demands.

Enough to see that soon, a great change is coming. And, perhaps, freedom from this torment.