In the depths of Hell's second circle, where deceit and treachery simmer in the cauldron of eternal damnation, a creature most peculiar and formidable takes his shape. Pink fur as vivid as a sunset, a trio of eyes glowing with the hue of the damned, Some Bunny is not your typical denizen of the netherworld. Summoned by Rooster, the guardian of lost souls and master of ceremonies in this infernal circle, Some Bunny is tasked with a peculiar mission.
Rooster, with feathers as dark as the void, perches upon his throne of bones, casting a stern gaze upon the sprawling landscape of damnation. Some Bunny, he croaks, his voice echoing like thunder through the halls of Hell, Your time has come again. The world of the living teems with souls ripe for correction. Bring them the message; remind them of their fate should they persist in their wickedness.
And so, Some Bunny, with a leap that defies the heavy air of the underworld, bounds through the portal connecting the worlds, emerging under the shroud of night in the realm of humans.
In the moonlit streets of a city marred by vice and villainy, Some Bunny makes his appearance known to those deserving of his visit. The sight of a pink demon rabbit, large and ominous, causes even the hardened criminals to pause, their blood running cold at his sight.
You like to do bad things, well just you wait because when your time is up, I'm a do bad things to you, Some Bunny warns, his third eye scanning the depths of their souls, uncovering the darkness within. His voice, surprisingly gentle for a creature of his nature, carries with it the weight of an inevitable fate.
Tonight, he finds a man lost in the clutches of his own cruelty, terrorizing the innocent in an alleyway shrouded in shadows. Some Bunny intervenes with unnatural speed, standing before the offender with a stare that could curdle blood.
Do you know who I am? Some Bunny asks, the glow of his third eye illuminating the dark corners of the alley.
The man stumbles back, fear overtaking his malice, unable to form words.
I am Some Bunny, a creature of consequence. And you, he points a clawed finger at the man's trembling form, have earned a visit to my dungeon.
Before the man can plead or run, Some Bunny envelops him in a cloak of shadows, transporting him to the infamous dungeon deep within the bowels of Hell's second circle.
This dungeon, Some Bunny's domain, is a maze of despair where only the most vile of souls find themselves. Here, punishment is tailor-made to the deeds of its inhabitants, ensuring a poetic justice only a creature like Some Bunny could administer.
One by one, the evildoers are brought before Some Bunny, each facing the reality of their sins and the certainty of their punishment. Some beg for mercy, others for a swift end, but Some Bunny remains unmoved. His purpose is clear, his methods unyielding.
You see, Some Bunny tells them, as they quake before his enigmatic presence, Hell has many doors, and you've chosen to knock on the wrong one.
Days turn into nights, and Some Bunny continues his mission, never tiring, always vigilant. And when his work in the world of the living is done, when the messages have been delivered and the wicked taken to his dungeon, he returns to Rooster, his duty fulfilled for now.
Your message has been delivered, Rooster. The wicked now know the fate that awaits them, Some Bunny reports, his eyes still burning with the fire of his purpose.
Rooster nods, a smile playing on his face. Well done, Some Bunny. Rest now, for the world of men is a garden that grows sin in abundance. Soon, you will be called upon again.
And so, Some Bunny rests in his domain, a guardian of consequence in a world teetering on the brink of damnation. To those who dwell in wickedness, beware, for Some Bunny watches, and when your time comes, he will be there to do bad things to you.