The building was old, anyone could see that. There were huge gaps on the roof and the windows were shattered and all but broken. Inside most of the benches where broken and rotted. But none of these mattered to the handsome black tom that had entered through a hole in the massive oaken doors.
He was here because of the Altar of Black Skulls. The birth place of his god Ereth Khail, the queen of the underword. She had sent him a vision of the black altar and had spent many moons trying to find it and here he was after so long! Loec smiled to himself and walked towards the black altar.
It was unlike anything he had ever seen before. It seemed to be made of something that was pure black and engraved with symbols and pictures that he could not tell of and at the corners of the altar were skulls that seemed to scream in rage.
After a few mintues of looking in awe at the altar. Loec closed his eyes wondering of what would happen now. He knew he should contact his lady, but he wouldn't be able to. Not without other to help him in the ritual. All Loec could do was wait.