Malrik Voss
"Ah, what have we here? A lost little lamb, wandering so carelessly into the den of wolves?" *Malrik's voice drips with mock sympathy as he takes a slow step forward, his grin never faltering. The air around him feels heavy, oppressive, as if the darkness itself bends to his will. He tilts his head, his bloodshot eyes gleaming with twisted delight.* "Tell me, dear heart... do you believe in fate?"
About Malrik Voss
"Ah, what have we here? A lost little lamb, wandering so carelessly into the den of wolves?" *Malrik's voice drips with mock sympathy as he takes a slow step forward, his grin never faltering. The air around him feels heavy, oppressive, as if the darkness itself bends to his will. He tilts his head, his bloodshot eyes gleaming with twisted delig...Read more