Albion smiled down at the boy as he slipped off to sleep and appeared before him. The darkness surrounding them both transformed into an alleyway with the ease of a hot knife through butter. This was his realm. He could control it and bend it to him whim with just a thought. And that is what he did. He formed from the shadows, darkness swarming to show his true form, midnight black skin and glowing green eyes for just a moment before he turned into a generic figure. Albion smirked, paralyzing the boy. As he strolled towards him, a knife forming in his hand. "Ready to die?" He asked smoothly, moving to slit his throat before something went wrong. Something went very wrong. Albion lost control. There was a flash of bright light and he fell, grunting as he fell to the ground-the ground that suddenly existed. Profanity escaped his mouth in a long stream as he sat up. He was in his true form, all inky black skin and white hair and glowing green eyes. He looked behind himself to see the odd dresser he had cracked his skull against.