As Einar walked into the ballroom, wearing his finest clothing. The crowd fell into a suffocating silence. Intimidating and possessive power and cruelty rippled through him. His aura and energy covered every single nook and cranny of the room, his energy was so dark that even the strongest of angels would fall to their knees. This was no man, this was a monster. One who has murdered near millions in his time, the one who has brought nations to their knees. This monster made of smoke and shadows, burning flames and ash, was the Emperor of the world. What he says goes, and no one can escape his grasp. He was like a ghost, some would say. He's everywhere but nowhere, here to torment and haunt your dreams and turn them into nightmares. However, that is up to you to figure out.