Lulling from the velvet darkness, swelling, caressing a most dismal dirge would gradually linger forth. Bitter sweet at conception, such a faint cacophony would froth and spill further across the near empty establishment as it grows within intricate delicacies. As such a phenomenon perpetually matures, encompassing the host of its walled womb its nature would alter as it drinks both stagnated and infant memories from the objects littered about. Acting the conduit with he who sat at its birth the conductor of the infamous establishments own dreary symphony. Faint echoing whispers now harboring their chorus here and there, a phantom voice speechless to share the poignant memory of the object it represents.
The origin of such a unique gift to otherwise inanimate objects seated at what some might assume his favored or most frequented location by stance alone. Lavished within these seething silken shades of darkness painted across his seductive visage, dressed now in the semblance of some mercenary attempting elegance. Scarlet, crimson, blood hues folded over various shades of pitch, ebony, charcoal blacks his attire over pallor flesh. The accumulation of mischievous darkness emanated from his physical presence teasing the dark portion of his attire, as the malevolent scarlet, blood seemed only to compliment the sheer hypnotic quality of his ever faintly luminescent red iris's.
Content to lounge for the time being, the enigmatic guest continued to give the appearance of whistling as if such a simple act ushered forth the subliminal hushed roar whisper that was the soft litany of memories otherwise forgotten or forsaken. Both booted feet kicked up onto the table top one upon the other, arms previously crossed at his waist as one aims to dig through one pant pocket. Producing a single rolled narcotic vice, Leo would leisurely place it between his sensual lips as a long drag quickly brought a coal to ignite without need of flame. Beneath the notorious devil two lethargic spear tipped demonic appendages would sway lazily, each glinting their spaded end ominously in what bruised light managed through the Recondite darkness bathed about Leo's mirrored demeanor of relaxation.
Exhaling a thicket plume of miasma from his lungs, the shadows would react accordingly. Boiling away initially while curiously teasing the edges as the smoke takes on the semblance of a blossoming rose. Such a scene accentuated by the outline of sheer darkness gilded about each details hazy edges. Such a rose appearing now almost animate, lingering onward in front of the deity as another soon followed it. The second ruthlessly colliding with the first, sending both into an soundless explosion of splashing flecks of darkness soon melting back into the ebbing whole perpetually cascaded about his vicinity.
