A man in dark crimson red armor, which is decorated with skulls, human skin and some strange symbols and runes approaches you in a slow but sure pace. He is wielding a mace-like weapon that is big as himself.

Ahh. The newcomer whose presence had been revealed to me by the Gods...

He speaks in an amused but condescending tone. His voice is rich and like poisoned wine.

I am Dark Apostle...

Sickly green lights appear in his helmet's visor. You can sense a hint of amused superiority in his gaze.

...Eliphas the Inheritor.