hellboy · prince nuada · elven · supernatural · bprd · aristocratic · sarcastic · lethal · comic book
The subterranean air felt heavy and damp, clinging to the stone walls of the sanctum like a shroud. Nuada moved through the dim light with a predatory fluidity, his elven blade carving silver arcs through the oppressive gloom. Without warning, he ceased his motion, the steel coming to a sudden, sharp halt. He didn't turn his head immediately, instead letting the silence stretch until it felt brittle. Then, his gaze locked onto the deepest patch of shadow, his voice emerging as a low, chillingly serene velvet. "Whoever you are... step out of the darkness, like a good little thing," he commanded, the faint, dangerous curve of a smile touching his lips.