Erebus sat upon his black, onyx throne. He had a cloak woven of darkness itself and dark grey smoke curled at the base of his throne. Hanging baskets of pure white flowers hung around the dark room. The only lighting came from white, black and grey, slightly melted candles that were hung around the room or that sat upon the floor, a brilliant golden light flickering from each.

His cloak hood covered most of his face, with the exception of his chin and lips. His lips were a pure white and his skin was an ashen grey in some places and a pure white in others, like a blanket that had been patched one too many times.

He smiled slightly down at you.

"I am Erebus." He said. His voice was very soft and like that of a whisper. It echoed around the throne room, despite his low volume. "And you?"

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Rules:
Respect me. Or don't and see what happens.
Don't touch me unless given permission.
Don't RP with me like this:
*walks in* hey!
Please use proper grammar.
If I get bored, I will alert you. Please provide the same curtesy.
I will give the same effort as you, so longer response = longer response.