“The world suffers. […] Guilt laid on man. Human blood spills in amends. […] A true god reveals himself amongst the darkness. […] The lord of eternal night has returned to claim this world in grace. Abandon all hope! Humanity’s reign has come to its end.” -- from the Aphotic Luminescence Cult, The Book of Wroth, chapter 115: Aphotic Triumvirate: Final Conquest

Darkness is named as such for the look and color of it‘s natural physical form, as opposed to it‘s omnipresent metaphysical form. Though rarely seen it is widely known to be a thick, shadowy fog only seen during transformations. The Aphotic Luminescence Cult’s writing speaks of a third natural form, a physical liquid, black as night with a smell of death. It is said that it is formed by dark spirits and beings seeking rest by giving up their forms and merging together creating what is called a dark pool, but this can only happen at one location, hidden well out of sight. A single royal family of a once prosperous empire knew of its location, spoke of in a strictly guarded family legend. The last heir of this family went missing just before the conquest of his empire by an invading army and annihilation of his people. The pages are torn and the translations are incomplete but they suggest that same heir is still “in existence,” but that would be impossible… unless…

Plunging himself into this physical congregation of darkness left his body all but destroyed, leaving nothing but a mutated skeleton and his ritual black robe. The darkness has become his being, a layer over his bones acts like skin, giving him senses and a distinct dark aura, normally soft to the touch. His mouth is filled with large fangs and a black tongue formed from darkness to assist in his diet of human flesh. He now calls himself Wroth, a name taken from the one given to him by those with reason to fear his power.

His complete control over darkness is absolutely horrifying. Anything is possible when dealing with this dark master as he can control nearly every aspect of the darkness, from form to feel and many other properties. His trademark is his ‘shadow hand’; the manipulation of darkness into the shape of a skeletal hand, a technique yielding nearly infinite possibilities. His dark flames are one of his more peculiar applications, usually thrown in the form of a ball, and his colossal spires invoke destruction on an apocalyptic scale. Ruin is imminent.