Chapter 12

Slow dripping, seconds between each thick splash, was the only sound.

No light had shone in this room for more than half a century. In a rock-hewn throne sat a being of horrid intentions. He wore only a thick black robe, and a few rings of an odd, yellowing ivory. His eyes saw darkness as spectral-blue radiance. He had never seen the sun in it's entirety.

The cavern around him appeared to have been carved out of obsidian, but it was really more akin to blackened stone. Spikes and spines of it jutted out of the floor, ceiling and walls at various lengths. To his left, on the arm of the throne, was a large goblet, carved of the same material as the black stone that surrounded him, somehow retaining the same spiny nature as the walls. Before him was a long table, scattered with random assortment of dinnerware, including a matching double for the black goblet.