Cloaked in darkness, adorning his face a mask of ivory.  Streaks of scarlet cascade from under sapphire eyes, deeply pitted eye holes of the mask concealing his true intent.  Slender opening at the masks lips emit shadows as the fleshly lips underneath speak. The magnificent prison clings to his face like a virius.  Griping the long handle of his sycle.  Moon shaped blade glitters against the moon light.  Peering down from the back of his companion.  Broad shoulders to match a massive structure.   In agony Saisln suffers from the curse placed on him so long ago.

And here is my story: Pulling on the tall twin doors that lay just a head...