The darkness of Bloodchill Manor filled the halls, swallowing the linger flames of the candles that adorned the stone walls like jewels to a royal - the air itself smelling of a bitterness that has lasted for centuries, lasted through time itself.

A sigh echoed through the passages as the one who roams this lair rests upon a golden throne adorned in ancient jewels and robes, his eyes opening...his ears twitching as he sips away at a chalice of wine...a smirk playing on his lips, "an intruder."