Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190114001113/@comment-25808351-20190118035300

(Jester) The shadows in the room squirm more vigorously, and in their activity, Armata halts on his path to his study. The Vampire Lord stares in the direction of the grand library Prad is now inhabiting, he sneers at the sense of the “Gray One” beneath Prad’s skin.

“Parasitiiiiite.... You can’t control the boy, forever.” Armata continues on his way.