392 Castle Nyx (I): Dark Of Blood & Souls

I was at home in the darkness, and not just that, the castle felt like an extension of myself. I could feel every door, every window, every block of wood and the souls held within it's walls, the soul catcher oaks slowly being shaped and given corporeal bodies to serve as the guards and soldiers on the castle, and most importantly the prey stuck within it.

It was only with a single thought that the doors at the open end of the hall sprung open, from within it, a dime good could be seen coming from a chandelier that was ornately designed to look like the spread branches of an oak tree, the crystals on it were black on one side and golden on the other, yet your still gave off a soft silver glow, illuminating an area 20 meters in diameter of what looked to be a massive foyer.