There it was again - that fear, that sweet, sweet fear that he could almost live off of. She was scared of him, and he supposed she was right to be.
"I am...not the queen. I am infused with her essence. I am her will on the world." Even as she spoke of departure, his eyes suddenly swirled with blackness, snuffing out the brilliant red light.
"Every death I cause is for her. The blood I spill is hers to bathe in. She promises power beyond any living creatures ken, and I will wield it..."
He stepped toward her, one single step, and the next words he spoke positively dripped with dark magic, imbued with the darkest fathomable parts of ones mind.
Powerful, inescapable fear.
"Those that share not in the darkness her wings create will drown in that darkness. Fear and shadow will reign supreme. These mountains will be bathed in the blood of man, dragons, elves, all who do not share in the darkness."
Another step. An aura like that of black fog rolled off his body, and those nearby could hear the whispers of the void, tormented and full of hate, crying out against the light.
His next words came in his own voice, but the display of power did not cease.
".....will you revel in the shadow, half-breed... or will it consume you? I will offer you this chance....stand with us today....or die tomorrow."