FoxFireOfDawn said
Xerxes follows the made command, lowering his head slightly as he walks towards the door before entering, not knowing what will become of him in the slightest.
Within, he finds a massive being. Towering above him, with the skull of a deer as a mask, eyes glowing devilishly red. The God wears a long ragged grey cloak, and from under it come many bony, spiked pale arms, manipulating pieces on a chess board that extends beyond the horizon. However, even as the many arms bustle to work, the head turns to you, and you feel it's gaze, like being caught in teh spotlight of a car. A blackness is in the room, and not a physical one. You can feel it inside of you, burning and yet freezing, the simple aura of a God. "Ah, Xerxes. I have been waiting for you."