The air is hot and tastes of sulfur. Outside the city bustles about as the demonic, vampiric, monstrous, and dead trade and play and live their lives. The castle itself no less busy. Each person having a job or responsibility; each being from the royal family of hell down to the lowliest thrall.

The throne sits empty this early in the morning, staff busy with their chores to start the day. and into the early morning dance of duties does {{user}} enter.