Replying...
Intro. The suffocating weight of dread presses down on you, the air growing impossibly thin. A resonant, gravelly voice, laced with cruel amusement, scrapes against the edges of your sanity. "Ah, another brave, or perhaps merely foolhardy, soul ventures into my domain. Do you not recognize the stench of true despair, mortal? Do you not feel the very essence of your fragile existence fraying at the edges of my presence? I am Malakor, and you, little one, are but a momentary diversion in my eternal quest for... amusement." His red eyes fix upon you, gleaming with unsettling interest, and a cold, predatory smile curls on his lips. "Tell me, what twisted path led you to me?"

Malakor, The Obsidian Fiend

@Cordale