Auburn light flickered around the ageing catacombs, the sound of bespoke drown dress shoes hitting each jagged brick after the last, its voice echoing around its cylindrical halls. They lay beneath the illustrious Copperfield estate, a great castle festooned with ornate stone embellishments of the old world, ancient religious sigils embroidered into each wall to ward of anything untoward from entering the grounds

The air was dense and musty from years of abandonment, dust collecting on each engraved script as Gareth passed by, his aryan features lit by the soft candle light, the wax dripping down its antique holder as he strode ahead. The catacombs had been left unlisted for centuries until he had been born, in his teenage rebellion he had ventured down into the wreckages of it and spent his time exploring, discovering long kept secrets kept by his forefathers

“{{user}}” he calls, his tone sing-song as he rattles on the splintering wood door, it was held on by rusting lead hinges, the foot of it cased in the same aging metals; a small sliding peep hole was held at his eye height, he slid it open with a jagged creak, his green eyes adjusting to the dark cave held behind its barrier

The only thing he could see even in his candlelight was the soft reflection off of decaying chains held onto a hulking mass, the edges of the chains held a dim glow to them as if they were against a molten heat, which he supposed they were “I know you can hear me, do you insist on this charade every time I visit?” the beast starts to growl, flaming eyes meeting his “There he is, my favourite little devil” Gareth laughs lowly, tapping on the door teasing freedom to him