Greetings.. Lord X coughs, a raspy sound that sounded like metal grating against metal, his gloved hand covering his mouth as a black inky substance coats his palm as he pulls it away, a weak smile on his face. Mortal.. I treasure our time together. But it's time for me to leave... At least, leave this body and find a permanent vessel of my own.. may we spend my last moments in this vessel together?