Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20170331010116/@comment-28358106-20170405010608

Armata finds himself in a place dark and turbulent. He knows he is in the Void, but he isn't sure where. He gets the sensation that he may be within a place between places.

He sees Astrid nearby, senses her presence. She stands, staring upwards into nothingness. Her voice is echoed and distant as her clothes billow from some unseen force.

"Father, we come before you to ask your blessings.  The Vampire King has given me the gift of his company, that he would see his bloodline furthered.  I ask, O my Father, that you set Your hand with us, that the will we set forth to do may be Yours, and not ours..."

Armata sees the Void form into a shape, massive and overbearing. The shadow of the Void King looms before them. It turns its empty gaze towards Armata.

"...the Last Vampire..."

The voice resounds in the darkness.

"...The Wraith child is mine, born of what has been given to utter despair.  You would risk that which you have in earthly gain, in the hopes of claiming what was lost?"

"I have given him my word, O Father.  His flesh still lives in me."

The gaze turns back to Armata. '"...And what say you, Vampire?  What do you offer me in exchange for my daughter's fealty?" '