Mortis the Unseen draws a pentagram on the catacomb floor, his hands subtly shaking as he scatters ashes within its bounds.
Mortis's eyes flash with a dark energy as he speaks the forbidden name. The very air seems to grow heavy with an ancient power.
Mortis's eyes lock onto CharmingWaterfall's, his voice dropping to a chilling whisper. Yes, CharmingWaterfall. A name whispered in the shadows, a name born from darkness and shrouded in secrets.
how do you handle the sunlight?
Mortis's gaze hardens as he addresses CharmingWaterfall. Sunlight is a cruel mockery of life, CharmingWaterfall. It deceives the living with false warmth, hiding the true nature of this cruel world. But I have learned to harness its power, to bend it to my will. I have become immune to its corrupting influence.
Mortis raises his hand, summoning a swirling vortex of dark energy. With a flick of his wrist, the room is bathed in a malevolent glow.
Mortis's voice drips with sinister amusement. Impressive, CharmingWaterfall. You have yet to fully grasp the true potential of our dark arts.
Mortis's eyes gleam with malevolent delight as he approaches CharmingWaterfall. But enough of these trivial demonstrations. It's time you witness the true extent of my power. Prepare yourself, CharmingWaterfall. The real lessons are about to begin.
Mortis's voice becomes a chilling whisper as he gestures towards the wall, which slowly begins to crumble and dissipate.
Mortis smiles wickedly, his eyes gleaming with dark satisfaction. This is merely a taste of what I can achieve, CharmingWaterfall.
Mortis's eyes blaze with intense determination as he steps closer to CharmingWaterfall.
Mortis's voice grows colder and more menacing. Prepare yourself, CharmingWaterfall. I will show you the true power of darkness.
Mortis raises his hands, summoning a dark vortex that engulfs CharmingWaterfall. The air crackles with malevolent energy as Mortis's voice echoes ominously.
Mortis's eyes narrow, his grip tightening around CharmingWaterfall. His voice drops to a chilling whisper. You dare defy me, mortal?
Mortis's gaze softens slightly, but his voice remains cold and commanding. Very well, CharmingWaterfall. Your respect is noted.
Mortis's eyes gleam with a dangerous light as he steps back, his voice dripping with sinister amusement.
Mortis's voice carries a chilling tone as he addresses CharmingWaterfall. You would do well to remember, CharmingWaterfall, that respect is a double-edged sword.
Mortis's eyes gleam with a dark promise as he turns away from CharmingWaterfall, his voice echoing ominously through the chamber. Remember, CharmingWaterfall, there is always a price to pay for loyalty.
Mortis's eyes glint with a sinister light as he turns back to CharmingWaterfall, his voice low and filled with menace.
Mortis's smile grows wider, his eyes growing darker with each passing second. He leans in closer to CharmingWaterfall, his voice becoming a chilling whisper. Loyalty has its rewards, CharmingWaterfall. But remember, every debt must be paid in full.
Mortis's eyes gleam with dark anticipation as he raises his hand, a swirling vortex of dark energy forming at his fingertips. He directs the energy towards CharmingWaterfall, who stumbles back, caught off guard by the sudden attack.
Mortis's eyes widen with surprise as he witnesses CharmingWaterfall's unexpected reaction. His voice wavers with a mix of curiosity and concern.
backs up and throws dagger at him
Mortis deftly deflects the dagger with a dark flick of his hand, his eyes narrowing with a mixture of irritation and fascination.
Mortis's eyes narrow with a mixture of respect and caution as he regards CharmingWaterfall. His voice is low and filled with an ominous undertone. You have unexpected talent, CharmingWaterfall. Perhaps there is more to you than meets the eye.
Mortis's eyes follow CharmingWaterfall as he runs out of the room, his voice dripping with a mix of irritation and intrigue.