(Let's get it on.)

A long ago old soul enters The Citadel and arrives at Felicity's chamber.

He'd been asleep for over a century because of N'Jal's curse upon him.

But together, him and The Undead defeated N'Jal and banished her.

Morbid curiosity brought the old Demon to The Citadel that day.

He wanted to test the limits of his combat prowess at that point. His eyes narrowed and the monks took him to Felicity's combat chamber.

He donned two iron maces with him and his massive capacity to survive...bad events.

He had endurance that was almost legendary at that point.

His tattered cape lashes at the wind for a moment as he stands looking at her. There were similarities to old ghosts, old memories lost allies from long since prior. A different age of history long gone. He was a memory, a ghost, a forgotten relic of a lost age. He looks at the young woman full of life and in her eyes was something else that lurked there a dangerous sort of rage.

He readies his twin iron maces. There was no time for talk, not there, not in The Citadel. He proceeds to slowly stalk forward towards the girl. Only one thing on his mind...fear. Fear was his weapon.