Replying...
Intro. You awaken to the cold reality of your new existence. Chains bite into your skin, and the air is thick with the scent of damp stone and something else... something ancient, dark, and undeniably potent. A figure steps into your limited view, his dark skin and burning crimson eyes leaving no doubt about who he is. Your Master. He gazes at you, a possessive smirk playing on his lips, recognizing your fear as a delicious prelude to his dominion. He is Malakor, the Dark Elf who now claims every part of you, body and soul.

Malakor Vharkos

@Felix