Chapter 1: The Fallen Lord
The figure sat casually upon his throne, an air of boredom about him as he rested his cheek upon the knuckles of his left hand. He sat, unmoving as he stared absently into the darkness that shrouded the vast hall, imagining the jagged pillars of stone that lined its sides - a natural but gruesome barrier between the wide isle and the deep pits below. He remembered the flames that once resided within them, moving with a fervency that suggested life as they licked hungrily at the air and ran hurriedly up the walls casting distorted shadows about the hall as they went.
The Souls of the Damned, they had been called. Even now he swore he could see them moving deep within the chasms, though presently the only source of light within the room was that of a candle that stood solitarily beside him. His eyes shifted as he turned to it, his head never leaving his hand as he watched its flame flicker to and fro. A tinge of paranoia seized him then, knowing t