Micheal would always heard eerie, interesting rumours about this strange place.

At night the Emporium doors would give out some demonic, fearful bloodlust. The windows would glow a bright, minty green. The souls that died there would snivel outside the emporium. The armour of Sirzechs’ peerage lay inside the windows. Ghosts of the mighty past came out of the sinister, powerful door to purgatory.