Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20170301124403/@comment-30014014-20170608142752

"So soon?" ''the dark man's voice is shaded with darkness, echoing like a comm radio. His feet rise on the floor, slagging with ink. Said ink turns into a straight line, going up the roof between them and the distortion.''

A veil rises from it, shaping into a transparent wall of darkness, intending on projectile denial should the traitor try for their lives well before he is made manifest.

He raises his hands slightly, in a claw state, uttering in a glacial voice "The abyss is waiting...".