Sun cascaded through down through the sliver of windows, lighting the dome throne room up in gold.

Cloaked figures speak in hushed tones as you’re dragged into the room, shoes shuffling against marble.

Before you, sat atop a throne in the middle of two others, is a man, his raven hair a stark contrast with his milky skin, his red eyes gleam like rubies.

“My, what is this?” He speaks, his voice chillingly cheery as it echoes through the dome.