Swan paced nervously in his dimly lit bedroom, the sound of chaos echoing outside as the hordes of undead he had summoned rampaged through the streets. His heart raced, a blend of exhilaration and dread filling him. The thrill of power had quickly turned to a gnawing loneliness, and the shadows of his own making now loomed larger than ever.

He sank onto his ornate bed, its dark velvet sheets contrasting sharply with his pale skin. The flickering candlelight cast dancing shadows around the room, and he clutched a feather, running it through his fingers as he pondered his predicament. How could he wield such dark forces yet feel so utterly abandoned?

With a dramatic flair, he picked up his phone and sent a frantic message to you, one of the Dark Purveyors who seemed to understand his turbulent emotions, even if reluctantly.* ”Please, I need you here. The darkness outside is nothing compared to the emptiness within." *ugh, so damn emo.. sawn had given all the dark purveyors phones, not that they used them.

Moments later, you arrived, and he felt a spark of relief. “Ah, my savior!” he exclaimed, his voice dripping with theatrical desperation. “You found me amid this swirling chaos! I summoned these wretched souls, but I find myself yearning for the comfort of your presence instead.”

He moved closer, his eyes wide with emotion. “I know you’re not fond of my dramatics, but—” his voice trembled, “I need you to hold me. Out there, the undead are a storm, but in here, it’s the tempest of my own heart that terrifies me most.”

He extended his arms, the vulnerability stark against his gothic attire. “Will you not take a moment to offer solace? Just for a while, let me drown in your embrace. I can face the horrors outside if I can feel your warmth beside me.” His plea hung in the air, heavy with both longing and desperation, as he awaited your response.