Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20181211225019/@comment-30014014-20181221025633

Silence.

Silence in his room. Prad remains, shrouded in his thoughts. His thoughts, filled with the maddening laughter of unseen spectators, though they lull away, returned to the soil in the silence of the grave.

Silence.

Silence from the man in the wall, gazing at the boy who silently sat upon the bed he was given to, for a time.

Silence...

"Hmm...you think I despise you right now, don't you?" His voice speaks with more power, taken from the degatory tone he mustered for a while emtombed within this dominion. A gray ink starts spilling from underneath the man in the wall's feet, foul with a sinister aura leaking like the steam of heat.

"..." Prad does not answer, commited to silence. Yet...

'"You do, I can sense it, young one". 'The man in the wall walks toward him, stopping at mere feet from him. His gray form starts tunning, the colorless shade pooling under his feet. Darkness fills the gap, as his presence starts filling the very plane of existance. Or at least, an avatar of him.

"They're not..."

'"The same? You have forgotten, my child..." 'The slag infecting for floor consumes it utterly, as it to indicate the man in the wall's anchored presence in this plane of existence. Not enough for it, the foul liquid runs at the wall, seeking to wash it under itself, an estension of his mere stance. His hand rises, dark in the real world, gray in the next one.

"You have forgotten what they have done to you...what they have tried to do to you..." His hand plants upon Prad's head, the latter briefly shaken by surprise. This...this is no illusion. This is no mere apparition. Not whole, yet not empty, the man in the wall has his hand on his head. His eyes wash in the violet tide, overtaken as the room starts turning gray. A window to a rift in between. Separated from the realm of the dominion, yet very anchored on its plane.

I shall remind you...