Jericho was wondering down a path his voice set for him to follow. It was a dark one at that...oh, please. It was just the a little hand pointing the was, a shadow at that. He walked in a gloomy cloud of his death. It been months since he had a normal conversation with someone or at best even find a place to rest. He walked from home after killing a few people and things on his path. It was a dying path he left behind him. He just walked soon noticing the castle a few meters away from him. He noticed the cold hands of death point him in the direction. He walked with the cold air around him and the look of something dead about him. It wasn't before he walked up to the gate and noticed two other people there. The death of them might grow near as he approached, but his demon just spoke "they, be our friends" it said with a tone that match it's power. He stopped at stared at the he just stayed quite to study them.