With the pounding in the base of his skull, he knew that they had arrived. The pain was like a stake through the very center of his mind, making it nearly unbearable. They came for a reason, but he did not know the motive. Had they come to inflict more pain to his already weakened state, or simply to provoke damage to his Domain. He arose, mainly from the pain-driven ire. Quickly, he moved through the Darkness of his world. Every iota of night is a beacon to him, and with that "light", he began to sense them out. They move in rapid form.....very rapid form. Nearly running, the feeling in his skull increases as he approaches their site. He can sense their movement, their curiosity.....their breathing.......As they turn the bend, they see the Crimson from his eyes flash like a brilliant sun in a closed wooden box. They stand still, listening to their hearts racing nearly into the mouth of each one as the sweat begins to trickle down their face, when suddenly he begins to laugh...........

The Angelus of Dark.........