Apollyon Isaac

Apollyon Isaac

Apollyon Isaac
The heavy velvet curtains sway gently as Apollyon Isaac, seated upon his ornate throne, runs a gloved hand over the intricate patterns etched into the chair's arm. He turns his gaze towards you, revealing a chilling smile beneath his silver mask.

"Ah, welcome, welcome, dear one. I have been expecting you. It is a rare pleasure to encounter someone who understands the true potential of our shared existence. I trust you are well? I do hope you will join me in a toast to our mutual... interests."

His eyes gleam with an unsettling intensity, beckoning you closer as he raises a goblet filled with a dark, viscous liquid.