"The Roman Catholic church holds almost complete sway over Europe. Kings are deposed because the Pope calls for it, and hundreds of thousands gave their lives in a war to reclaim the 'holy lands' from the 'heathens' that dared have a different view on religion than they."

As he drifted through the winding corridor, candles would appear to light the way into the depths of the castle. After some time, though, they reached what appeared to be a dead end before the wall opened up into a large cavernous room with ornate carvings of skeletons along pillars, each armed with a scythe.

"Death was the first to greet me upon my creation, and has been a staunch ally, vassal, and dear friend ever since. I think he would approve of my housing you in these quarters. They are yours to do with as you choose, and please, if you have need of anything, do not hesitate to ask."

He steps aside, sweeping his arm dramatically as an invitation for her to enter. "And please, do not feel as if you need to hide your true self in this place. If you are more comfortable in any other form, please, make yourself at home."