#((The sprite source i've been using is no longer working and drew it out frustration. idk Job drew it I guess 2/2))

[job-the-prosperous]

yeah after you go through the second floor of the Depths all the monsters hit harder :( you'll have to be twice as careful!

Been getting along well enough for now but I haven't seen a single boss from this floor yet. No idea what to expect of them. It would sure be nice if its all the same bosses... doubt it though. Maybe it won't be so bad? Either way the boss room is pretty close by, might as well try.

(story progression undercut)

The skull decorated door was only a few rooms away from where he was. His heart thumbed in his chest furiously. It had been awhile since he had been in a new environment. At first he thought that the changed would bring more vigor to his life. As it turns out the exact opposite was true. Job peered into the boss room. More of the same flesh walls he'd been walking around in for what felt like ages. Nervously, he stepped in and the door slammed shut behind him.

What he saw inside was nothing he had ever seen before. A large, gelatinous figure with legs and arms that must of been too deformed to move with. It simply sat at the back of the room and stared him down.

Couldn't be to difficult. Don't have to worry about dodging its own movements. The floating eyes may be of concern though.

The staring contest lasted for a few agonizing moments. Eventually the monster had started to shake. It's eye sockets growing larger while it uselessly flailed its "arms and legs" around.

In a mere second a huge brimstone beam blasted from the creature's face, nailing Job. He was flung to the wall only to be hit by yet another beam when trying to roll away from the first. He got out of the boss's line of sight as yet another beam was fired. There was barely any time to even predict when they would fire another. At first he tired to focus his attack on the eyes that where slowly bouncing around the room. They weren't phased by any of his tears. Must of been immune to his attacks.

His focus returned to the boss, firing as many tears as he could to charge up his own revelations beam. Now that Job was not in it's immediate line of sight it was no longer using brimstone. The ring of tears they shot out where much easier to avoid with the occasional help of his meat cube and blocking tears. The damage output Job was dealing was slow but notable. The eyes had been attempting to coral Job back in front of the boss, but Job's flight made them trivial matters.

Once his revelation beam was ready, he flew over to the monster's right side and released the stored light. As soon as Job went over, the monster fired its own brimstone which pushed Job back into the wall. Thankfully for Job, his attack had sliced through the blood shot and landed its mark. The boss was slowing down, it had of been close to dying. Job was prepared to fire the finishing tears but was caught off guard by the boss jumping high into the air. It landed directly onto of Job's right wing. Pinning it to the ground underneath its massive weight. Job struggled to free himself as the creep the monster spawned burned his crushed wing. He was to close to the monster for the brimstone to be aimed at him, which was the only upside to his predicament.

He felt an agonizing sting throughout his body as his last bone heart was shattered. In a final act of desperation he continuously fired tears at the monster, praying it would die soon. His arms grew tired only barely being held up with his running adrenaline. A pained feeling rose in his chest as reality set in. Job mentally braced himself to forget this all and wake up on the first floor, the monster toppled over and finally let go. He had completely looked over his small meat cube friend, who had been ramming into the boss to deal just enough damage to kill it.

Job laid on the ground for a bit, amazed he had gotten out of that alive. Earning a loving nuzzle from his companion. The familiar warmth of white light washed over him, an angel room laid before him. What a miracle this fight was. Touching his right wing sent shivers up his spine. It was still mangled and singed from the fight. He got himself off the ground with a bit of stumbling. The reward for his troubles was the midnight snack. He scarfed the moldy bread down. Not his best idea, nearly throwing up what he had eaten. But he kept it down, filling up the little health he had.

The angel room was warm and inviting. He paid no mind to the item pedestal in front of the angel statue. Job fell face first onto the floor. A good place for a quick nap. The familiar that was on the pedestal rushed over to Job's side. A smaller version of the angel statue that was in the room with them named Seraphim.

I just, need a little rest is all. Make sure my wing is okay for later

Job elected to take a quick break in the angel room before heading to the next floor.