It was dark.
It was cold.
It was cruel.
This is Vashkal
Blood drips from his fangs. The spiderwebs that cling to his wings and horns drift gently with the slightest movement in the air. His face is covered by a mask, but with no openings for eyes.
For he did not need his eyes to see within
And all fear his unseeing gaze.
Darkness will consume
His victims feel themselves drawn into those sightless eyes. A coldness grasps their hearts and they stuggle against his influence to no avail. Slowly he steps forwards, fangs bared and ready to strike.
Darkness consumes all...........