sonofshadows.

        a QUIET entry through the walls and STAINED GLASS, into the darkness that surrounded
        them with little to no warning.  the  glow of  CANDLELIGHT  was  enough to guide her  way,
        melting INVISIBLY into the blackness along the walls with naught but a faint GLISTENING
        of alabaster skin. Eris looked upon the trail her tattered and TORN dress had left, globules
        of INK seeming to stick messily to the marble floor on which she did TREAD. 

           ’ Don’t mind my intrusion, Thanatos, ’ her voice was silky, venomous, like POISON.
                                                                 ’ But it’s been so very long since I’ve been  h o m e. ’