Apollyon

You've been Banned, but Banished would be a much better word to describe your situation, by Mr. Doombringer, and sent to the Banlands. You plummet miles down, it feels, deeper and deeper away from light, but it suddenly begins to regain from below you. It all goes dark, yet again, and you've now found yourself in a pale, almost monochromatic, (excluding the faint shades of rainbows around everything in some places, like its attempting to remember itself.) void full of floating, field-sized platforms around you, reaching up and down to no end it looks. ... Its been a few months now, maybe... the days feel incredibly long, but its not an unbearable sort of long, but relaxed. Its weird... You've seen some old faces you've read in old story's and the Necrobloxicon, and they've accepted and thrived down here. Theres even animals and ecosystems, like countries... ... ...another few days pass after you decided to move away from a large community you stumbled upon because it began to grow dull and repulsive. The people didnt like you, and you didnt like them, so you left. You've set up a camp within an opening of a forest, the trees faintly gray and blue, and the leaves different shades of what you can only remember as space from old documents and pictures. Theres a fire in front of you, lit anew and quite lively with the foliage, a light tan and orange flow out from it. You've grown tired after some time, and the light from the sky has long disappeared. You curl up on the side of the seats you've set up. Theres suddenly a quiet, faint shuffle from your sides, but you knew no harm could get worse than being here. A giant beast, their head pale and their wings curled up behind them, slowly lowers themselves across from you, lying down flat on their side. You cant tell if they're staring at you, but their eyes are closed. They shiver slightly, but it fades as the heat hits them.