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Prologue
An anonymous figure stumbled into the vast, shadowed chamber, hands bound and eyes covered with a tightly-knotted blindfold and came to a stop, falling to the floor as if paralyzed as it reached the steps to a great throne, an elaborately carved seat of a majestic and horrible blood-red, in the middle of the room.
Upon that throne was a dark silhouette, one which in any normal light would have been, perhaps, merely black, but in this deep, intimidating candle-glow seemed to absorb the darkness into itself.
The one who kneeled at the base of the throne whimpered and curled into a fetal position, panting as if in pain- and the dark one spoke, with deadly precision.
"You are the one who warned them." In any other creature it might have been a question; this being
An anonymous figure stumbled into the vast, shadowed chamber, hands bound and eyes covered with a tightly-knotted blindfold and came to a stop, falling to the floor as if paralyzed as it reached the steps to a great throne, an elaborately carved seat of a majestic and horrible blood-red, in the middle of the room.
Upon that throne was a dark silhouette, one which in any normal light would have been, perhaps, merely black, but in this deep, intimidating candle-glow seemed to absorb the darkness into itself.
The one who kneeled at the base of the throne whimpered and curled into a fetal position, panting as if in pain- and the dark one spoke, with deadly precision.
"You are the one who warned them." In any other creature it might have been a question; this being