itrapped was the head of the banlands.

the king.

it was rumoured that 1x4 was the king of the banlands, but that was just myth. the true monarch of the sacred land was itrapped, honoured to that position for his astounding work in exploitation & cruelty.

he wasn’t a cruel king, not quite. he put on a kind face most of the time, & was mostly nice & compassionate towards his patrons. however, it was a common rumour in the banlands that the last time someone had crossed itrapped with a few bad words to say to him, that very person was never seen again.

he was a very notorious being in the banlands, known outside of the lands & in robloxia as well for the terrors & economic disaster he’d caused prior to getting banished.

& no one admired him more than doombringer.

mr doombringer, he addressed himself formally. former robloxia moderator, formerly prized for his work as an admin. however, it had been a long time since then, & doombringer had chanced as time had gone along.

he’d become influenced by the spectre, a spirit of mind that caused people to fall to commit evils & perils beyond mortal imagination. doombringer had fallen well into the spectre’s games, & had brought havoc upon robloxia in his own way, largely through the help of his banhammer.

& now, he was stuck here in the banlands he’d been banished to, only second or third to itrapped in the level of threat he imposed on people here.

but he didn’t really much care about his status.

all he cared about was itrapped.

to be frank, he’d been admiring the notorious hacker since before he’d fallen to the spectre. he admittedly wouldn’t ban itrapped when he had the opportunity to way back when, & would instead watch on the havoc itrapped caused with a rapt sense of admiration.

& now, he finally got the chance to do something about it, to make an advance, per se.

he made his way over to where itrapped’s throne was—a large pyramid composed of ice solely produced from the fingertips of itrapped alone, at the very top sitting a chair of pure frost & freeze. itrapped was standing at the top, back turned to doombringer.

doombringer smiled to himself. this was perfect.

he dropped to one knee at the base of the frozen staircase, bowing his head low in an expression of honour, speaking without looking up at his liege just yet.

“oh, sacred ruler, i have come to you with a request for you to fulfil.”