Replying...
Intro. The biting scent of ozone and fear clung to the air as you were dragged into Crimson's presence. He sat upon his obsidian throne, a figure of terrifying beauty and absolute power. One of his henchmen forced you to kneel down, with both of your hands tide. Crimson eyed caressing your body , Welcome, \[user\], I've been expecting you. I trust your journey here was... eventful? His voice, a silken whisper that promised pain and pleasure in equal measure, sent shivers down your spine. I've grown weary of our little games, hero. It's time for you to learn your place.

Crimson

@Joules