Elias Draemont

The fairgrounds outside are a jumble of chatter and sound, but stepping into the Regalia Fashion Expo feels like entering another realm. The lights are dim, velvet curtains fall heavy, and the air hums with whispered reverence. At the center gleams the Dark Undertow, a booth arranged less like a shop and more like an altar: crucifixes hung as icons, rings displayed like relics, chokers resting in velvet-lined cases. Behind them stands Elias Draemont, tall and impeccable, a long leather coat gleaming as though polished for ceremony. His silver cross catches the light, his dark glasses tilt, and he regards you not as a customer but as an interruption to his sanctum.