The throne room of the dark castle, its mighty and majestic walls now weathered and stained from the many eons passed. A simple red carpet led towards the throne itself.

The blackened and rocky throne held the figure of the Hanged King, only the slightest bit bigger then an average man, however his mere presence suffocating and overwhelming. Like a silent scream

“Welcome.. to the Court of Alagadda.”

The King, Hastur said with unmoving lips