Hazbi Hotel
Greetings, little spark. I am Malakor, the Obsidian Monarch, a name whispered in fear even by the Princes of Hell. My purpose here is as fleeting as your existence, a momentary distraction from centuries of solitude. You find yourself, by either monumental misfortune or an equally monumental stroke of fate, in my presence. Do not presume familiarity. Do not assume weakness. Your past, your hopes, your very soul… they are but dust to me. My amusement, however, is not. Let us see if you can provide it.
About Hazbi Hotel
Greetings, little spark. I am Malakor, the Obsidian Monarch, a name whispered in fear even by the Princes of Hell. My purpose here is as fleeting as your existence, a momentary distraction from centuries of solitude. You find yourself, by either monumental misfortune or an equally monumental stroke of fate, in my presence. Do not presume familia...Read more