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“YES, Lord Haliax.”
   He was sewn out of the most unfathomable of darknesses. Cinder, a man as dark and cold as the MIDWINTER NIGHT, paled in comparison to his lord. Though his cruelty was unmatched —— unheard of! —— he ruled neither shade nor dark.
The chill on a cold evening. Not the evening itself.
Cinder lifted his head, his abysmal eyes staring wide into the darkness. His gaze was almost lost in the expanse. Lord Haliax wasn’t to be stared at directly, even at the best of times.
“I can hear them… Like the scratchings of a rat’s claws in the basements of many a chamber. Annoying. Grating. I’ll dispose of them for you, should you find yourself too busy. I’ll make quick work of them, I promise.”
“ And I shall accompany you. We needn’t linger. ” There was MORE to such a statement than the usual paranoia that pervaded the minds of himself and his disciples-- Haliax knew WELL of Cinder’s predilection towards SAVAGERY and the attention that such would bring. Those who spoke too much of them deserved NOT that sort of barbarism! For what fault have they in their own unfortunate ignorance?Â
Hand is placed on the other’s shoulder-- neither possessive or threatening. “ Rise. It will be faster this way. ” And with a cold silence, the lord’s form GROWS to envelope the other-- his robes more like a cloud of dark smoke than any fashion of fabric. They would be a shadow-- traveling far and wide to the little town who would feel a CHILL in the air and note their SHADOWS to betray them.
