[RP] The Shadowed Vaults

"First, I must slip through these bars. Take me through your shadowpath to escape this cell." Mahluk holds his hand up to whatever flickering and fleeting light penetrates into his small room, examining the mark on his hand with seemingly curious interest as one would examine a child's toy.

"Next, stand with me and take the life of a Gaoler. This is not intended as fulfilment, aside from your own desires." With an air of confidence unbefitting one of his state and status, Mahluk strides out of the cell. He holds himself high, hiding the fatigue that curses him to falter with every step. Naturally, he pursues the sounds that might be cause for alarm, knowing that he might find an ally in this wretched place.

"Then bring me into the shadows, that I might slip past any gazing eyes." Mahluk sounds annoyed at being corrected, which is not an uncommon tone in his voice. His golden eyes flash in the dark as he compels the demon.