Elder Black

There were many secrets in this world. For this world was populated by the bad more than the good. The normal and moral were framed as abnormally immoral, and the ungodly things were praised as godly. It was strange to be doing the right thing, and what was considered good many years ago – in the days past – was now considered as queer. Shadows were meant to dominate the night, but for some time now, it was the shadows that dominated the day.

In the dark confines of one of several hideouts that kept the deadly and dangerous spectres of this world hidden, a large man with the physique of a brute minotaur, was kneeling before a man hidden in the shadows. The man who was kneeling, as stated earlier, possessed an otherworldly physique. He was dressed in a suit and though that elegant piece of fabric would have transformed any person into a scion, it did not that for this man. He merely looked like a beautifully decorated brute. He was so large that even the large-sized suit looked like a