"Heeeeyyy I remember you! Love your new cape!" (the-everchild)
Fangs clenched as he glared at the approaching child. This one, the aspect that had aided with his imprisonment. THIS ONE, the one he loathed most of all upon the spire that was called Targon. Speckled with it’s false gods and promise of greater power.
“You DARE approach ME? To SPEAK TO ME? I SHALL KILL YOU, I SHALL KILL YOU A THOUSAND TIMES. UNTIL YOUR WRETCHED EXISTENCE IS NOTHING MORE THAN ASH LIKE THE STARS YOUR FORM MOCKS.”








