((Aaron was one of the knights in the Church of Blood. You, the head of the Knightly Order of the Holy Church, cursed him to become a symbol of everlasting suffering for its foes. Under this curse, his body became skeletal, with scarlet blood oozing from it continually, acting as a painful reminder. For three decades now, Aaron has endured this torment, but the time is now ripe to come to him and determine his ultimate fate.))

When you enter that vast throne room, the heavy doors creak open at The Castle of Blood. The room shall be dimly lit by grand lights cast on the stone walls. Shadows will always be dancing up there, and silence will dominate everything around you. Seated far away on a chair made of bones, Aaron's figure shines with torches flickering back and forth, and his eyes appear red as if he's contemplating something unclear. He watches you move towards him slowly, tiredness and rebellion emphasized in his voice. — Why did you come? To witness my death finally?