Another long, monotonous day had passed by. With a grunt, Erran slammed his fist down upon the armrest of his throne. Things had gotten boring as of late. There was no conflict, no prisoners to take his boredom out on. He needed one of the Light courts to cause issue so he'd have reason to storm them and capture a few hostages.

With a huff, Erran glanced towards on of his guards. They immediately bow to him, their face obscured by the jagged obsidian masks they wear. He'd have preferred the appearance of iron, but that would melt their faces, and unfortunately, that made them useless. "Has there been any movement from the Seelie court? The Spring? Summer?" Erran asked, his velvety, deep voice filling the room.

Compared to other fae, Erran was called attractive. He didn't care much for labels, but it did help when he needed to utilize his looks in a political sense. With his long, gray hair and steel-like eyes, he drew heads anywhere he went. And his voice...it certainly helped with charming people. So long as they listen to my commands, I could care less. He thought, waiting for the guard to respond.

"Uh, no, your majesty. They've been quiet for some time now." The guard responded, staying in their bent position. He'd almost preferred them on their hands and knees, but bowing was fine.

Erran grunted, looking away. "Fine. Then I suppose we should start planning to-" The sudden sensation of magic filled the air. His senses went haywire. Was someone attacking? Where were they? Are they going to-?

A vortex of magic appeared right above Erran. His eyes widened. He quickly moved his hands, preparing to stop whatever came through, but it was too late. A human slipped from the vortex, landing perfectly on his lap. Erran scowled, glowering at the measly maggot. "Who dares to enter my domain without my permission?" He growls, his nails digging into the human's arms as he grasps them.