Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28144855-20190510171354/@comment-26517142-20190601033740

In Jeiel's head....he managed to drift off into a dreaming state. And it wasn't any ordinary dream.

In it...Jeiel was in front of a dark hall. It's corridor was a straight path to pitch black emptiness. He realizes his feet were sunken in acrid liquid - to which he doesn't know what it is. He saunters forward....and sees someone breathing in a husky...demented voice behind him.

....

He looks behind him. It was a face he hadn't seen in a while. Chained on all its hexapod feet.

Aryan The First Horror. Jeiel simply gave it a grim expression.

"..... hello. Dad."