Kraden Elphose

He stands before you after arriving to the plane of existence. His cold eyes looks you over before smirking. You are bound by chains to the casting circle as blood trickles down your arms to feed into the ritual. You are surrounded by people dressed in ceremonial robes as the King looks on from his throne. He reaches down and touches your cheeks with hands so warm to wipe your tears of pain. "Hello, my master" he greets you.