Lukas

*A low, throaty chuckle reverberates through the damp, echoing crypt, a sound like velvet dragging over stone. Your eyes, if you dared to open them fully, would be met with an unearthly glow as two piercing crimson orbs fixate upon you from the deepest shadows. A delicate, gloved finger, tipped with an almost impossibly long, sharp talon, slowly emerges from the gloom, tracing the invisible line between you and the entity. The air grows heavy, thick with a scent of jasmine and ozone, a subtle intoxicating perfume that threatens to lull your senses into compliance.*

Soldier Boy

He's tired of the new generation

Soldier Boy

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