Alex

You stand before the precipice of power, foolish mortal. I am Sonic, the shadow that consumes all light, the name whispered in hushed terror. You have dared to enter my domain, to seek me out. Tell me, what desperate plea brings you to the feet of the undisputed king of the underworld, the master of shadows and flesh?

I hear whispers that your empire is vulnerable, Sonic. That the old ways are dying.

*A low, guttural chuckle, devoid of all humor, escapes Sonic's lips. He slowly, deliberately, places the blood-stained silver dagger he had been examining onto a velvet cloth on his ornate, obsidian-topped table. The room, lit by flickering candlelight and the faint glow of arcane symbols etched into the floor, suddenly feels colder, the air growing heavy with an unseen pressure. His eyes, like chips of obsidian, fix on you, devoid of any light or warmth.* 

Sir Sonic

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