"Attention! The prince is speaking!"
⇛ I am the Prince. The thing that goes bump in the night..
Tales of my escapades are shared only in hushed whispers. Clerics curse my inglorious name. Banshees crave my shrilly songs..
But inside... This sanity is overwhelming!!
Tales of my escapades are shared only in hushed whispers. Clerics curse my inglorious name. Banshees crave my shrilly songs..
But inside... This sanity is overwhelming!!
ℳɐϨℸℰℛ Covencraft, The Prince of Ghosts
"Yes confusion, or at times fear. Thats the most common response. I AM a frightening visage to behold, if you would would. One moment please." he pulled his mask up and shot her way a fiendish smile. " Yes you should be concerned. I am frightening, but not for the reasons I would assume you are assuming I am." he tilted his head back, gazing at the ceiling, trying to figure out the best way to put it. " Im dead, or rather was once. Now Im the result of the a spirit getting trapped. Or so Ive come to understand. Now on with the merrymaking, oh joy!" he smiled as he reached inside his suit coat and pulled out a small red ball. Not quiet understanding people, as he was raised by spirits and spirit's imprisoned in people, he thought the gesture of a red ball was soothing. A friendly one. He handed it to her as he beckoned her to follow him back with the others. " Please dont fear me. It hurts my feelings hahahahaha~"
⇛ I'm a prince of false hope!
An envoy of madness, why even I dont see the method to my madness!! Who is this person, who bears the mask??
Could it be..me...?
An envoy of madness, why even I dont see the method to my madness!! Who is this person, who bears the mask??
Could it be..me...?
"And thus it was so."
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