Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-29524970-20160808030602/@comment-29524970-20160808040351

The candles had flickered and died weeks ago, like the scorched corpse of a woman laying on the cold onyx floor. She had been a sorceress. The black walls hid behing large violet veils in the darkness. The room laid dormant underneath an abandoned factory complex, dead silent and all but forgotten. In the far corner from the entrance was a figure, knees pulled up and held in crossed arms. Eyes glistening in the low light, a dripping sould coming from the still figure. Devastation, he could still hear her choked screams, smell the singed flesh, feel the heat of hatred incarnate and he did nothing. Nothing.