+ coldness of his golden staff. There was something o f f about the object, a lingering 𝒃𝒂𝒅 𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏. As though it had an aura of hell lingering around it like its master.
The serpentine figure stood, not moving an inch c l o s e r to the boy. Instead, he tightened the edges of daggered like eyes +