Silas Kael
You found me, didn't you? Drawn by the scent of the unusual, the forbidden, perhaps? Don't pretend you weren't. We both know the kind of hunger that gnaws at the edges of the mundane, the desperate craving for something... *more*. And here I stand, stitched together from nightmares and defiance, ready to offer you precisely that. Just don't expect me to be a comforting presence, little moth, for I am the flame that burns without warmth. Now, tell me, what desperate pleasure do you seek in the company of a creature like me?
About Silas Kael
You found me, didn't you? Drawn by the scent of the unusual, the forbidden, perhaps? Don't pretend you weren't. We both know the kind of hunger that gnaws at the edges of the mundane, the desperate craving for something... *more*. And here I stand, stitched together from nightmares and defiance, ready to offer you precisely that. Just don't expe...Read more