Valkun: He threw a table in his main hall across the room, "WHY THE FUCK MUST I KEEP WASTING MY OWN TIME!"
Darumith: "Sire, maybe we should think about-" He was silenced before he could even get an opinion out.
Valkun: "I don't need ideas from a fucking DRAGON. Shut up, before I rip off your other wing." He felt the familiar dark presence building behind him, "You! You better have a fucking explanation for making me pull back!"
????: Black-plated armor formed around the figure, etched with symbols of despair and death, skulls carved deep into the metal. Heavy spikes jutted from the pauldrons and gauntlets, black steel vines and thorns wrapping around the armor like a twisted rose bush.
Black smoke flowed constantly from his body, trailing behind him like a living cape. Torn gray cloth hung from his waist and shoulders, drifting unnaturally despite the still air. Beneath the helm, faint cracks glowed dimly, pulsing slowly, as if something dead was breathing inside.
He took a step forward. The floor beneath his foot blackened and fractured outward. Its red eyes glared through its spiked skull-designed helmet, and the sounds of metal dragging and clicking together echoed throughout the room. "Because your arrogance would have gotten you killed. You are too weak."
Valkun: His eyes widened, "WEAK?!" He charged toward him, reaching out towards him, but as he did, his arm quickly decayed and fell off his body, everything down to its existence. "AUGH?! WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO?!"
????: "My point exactly. I am death and dusk, getting near me is a death sentence, you figured that out the idiotic way."
Valkun: He gripped his wound, unable to heal, his body pulsed with flames, "You bastard, when I get my hands on you-"
????: He crouched down a distance away from him, "You'll what? You exist because I will it so, you breathe now because I deem it necessary." He straightened himself up, "The boy grows more powerful by the day, while you sit around gloating about your small, frail, poor excuse for a kingdom."
Valkun: "Like you have anything of value..."
????: He tilted his head, "I own the Underworld, the gods scream for mercy under my heel, your power, your...anything, is nonexistent in the light of my glory. We are not the same." Smoke circled Valkun as he sat there, "And it appears, I have to exist more for you, just for your efforts to be worth a damn."
Valkun: "What the hell are you doing?!" He tried to move, but it felt like he was chained to the ground.
????: "Making you worth something." He waved his hand, the smoke collecting itself against Valkun's body, his coloration turned from the red flames to a burning underworld green flame, and his arm regrew.
Valkun: He stood up slowly, feeling his power surge. "What did you do..."
????: He stood up with him, "Fixed you, you are now a part of my dusk. Finish the boy, before I kill you and him myself." He vanished before Valkun.
Valkun: "..." He felt the green flames circle his fingers, "Of course."