Archibald Cheshire, Prince of Nihilheim.

Prince, that was the title that he had taken up over Nihilheim. Cheshire had wished for his people to not see him as their ruler, but more as their leader. He had hoped for the ability to communicate with the

Once more Cheshire had awoken alone in his chair. Once more the nightmares had robbed him of his sleep. The fire had long since died and its light had gone with it. Leaving the lounge illuminated only by the night

The throne room lay dark as Cheshire rested within the seat of power. Its darkened iron and wood rising high over him like a shadow as he rested his chin against the knuckle of his hand. Things had not gone well

The mouth of hell was open wide tonight. As the void prince stood alone within his bed chambers. Hunched over a desk, bare hands gripping at the wood till his knuckle bone tore through the skin of his hands.