Sweden, somewhere in the wilderness...
Puzzler walked along the icy floor of the massive cavern, one he had been travelling for days. The legends had to be true. Puzzler's information HAD to be true, this had to be it's final resting place. Only after ten more minutes though, his suspicions were confirmed, thanks to the dozens of skeletons that littered the walkway towards an old steel door.
Ever so carefully, the trickster stepped over the dead, and gently opened the door. Puzzler would witness in a bit of amazement a luxurious room, all made entirely of ice. And sitting over in front of a frosty mirror was a woman, made entirely out of an intense red flame. Her monotone expression was possessed by that of a teasing smirk, as the steel door slammed shut behind Puzzler.
Between looking at the door in surprise, and looking back towards the woman, she was already floating face to face with the young man. "Mmm...Another treat, all for me.." The spirit giggled while looking Puzzler over, seemingly pleased. "Sorry..But I'm not the meal type darling.." Puzzler retorted, his expression was clearly intimidated, but his silver tongue was strong as always.
"Oh? You sure? Someone with so much negative emotion in them, I would assume you could feed me for a long time now. It comes off of you like a scent boy..The envy, the loneliness, abandonment." Puzzler grew more and more uncomfortable the more she picked at his emotions, yet remaining still. "If you like what you see here..Then you would absolutely adore the soul I have in mind for you."
She halted, just before she was going to stick her hand into Puzzler's chest. "And what makes you think what I like, mortal? You're an infant compared to the ages I have seen, so please humor me on how you think I wont kill you right now." She grinned, so did he. Suddenly grabbing hold of the scene and situation, Puzzler walked past her and folded his hands behind his back, admiring the cave.
"Envy, rage, loneliness, those are all appetizers compared to..Say sorrow, dread and compassion. All dripping with what makes a human a human, as you can tell from how I feel most of the time? Not the most moralistic person. But a hero on the other hand? Someone that has people he would KILL for? Now THERE is a feast.." Puzzler started to grin more before pulling out a green arrow, tossing it towards the woman so she would catch it and let it burn in her hands.
"Mmm..You do not lie boy..I can feel some of the emotion from the hands that held this..You might be smarter then I had first assumed." She held the arrow close like it was a girl's teddy, feasting off it's negative emotion.
"Now what would be smart for you my dear, is if you let me take you to it's source, something you could live inside till his heart is black and all he would feel are these wretched feelings for the rest of his life..."
"That, can be arranged.." She tossed the crisp arrow to her side, floating closer to the horned fox. "What do they call you, mortal?"
"It was once Spiller, but it's just Puzzler now.."