[I Come with Knives]
@magisterivm
He stared at the crackling fire without seeing. Eyes that once burned with equal intensity, now dull and lifeless; color reminiscent of old brass buttons. Distantly, he was aware that the room was warm, decorations rich and unfamiliar. It provided a stark contrast to the cold streets that he had become so accustomed.
The snow had just begun to fall as the fallen templar began his nightly rounds, begging for some kind, any kind, of coin. A cloaked figure approached rapidly, swift as a shadow. Cullen resisted desperately, but his strength was not what it once was. A sack covered his vision and then all went black.
A song, slow and eerie, echoed in his head and in his veins. It made his skull buzz and his skin ache. How long since he had last gotten his hands on the glowing blue that silenced the voice in his head? The one that reminded him how far he had fallen. He pulled anxiously at the ragged tunic that hung loosely on his skeletal frame.
A creaking noise caught his attention as the door slowly slid open, allowing just enough room for a man to pass through.
