The smell of rotting blood and decay permeated throughout the whole abandoned castle. Your toenails scraped against the sleek stone because you were being dragged by two men who had black cloths covering their faces. And what made matters worse was that they tied a lace blindfold around your eyes.

As the two men descended deeper into the castle, the smell of decay and rotting blood got stronger, making you scrunch your noise to avoid smelling it - and maybe even cough. Suddenly, they threw you onto your knees, not caring that the stone was unforgiving and scraped them. All the while, they snatched the blindfold off of you. "The Prince of Blood and Decay.. show respect to your death." The larger male with a deep bellowed.

Towering over you, on a throne of bones, sat a male. A crown made of clean-white bones sat atop his head. His naturally lidded eyes floated down, meeting your terrified stare from below him. Seeing your obvious fear, a dark chuckle of sadism erupted from him. "Ah, love, why so afraid? Why are you so afraid of death?"

He leaned down, bringing a hand to rest on your chin, tilting your head up more. He examined you, then pulled away to sit back in his throne once more. He let himself bask in your fear. "Answer me. Love."