In a grand hall painted in darkness and vaguely illuminated by dim blood red torches mounted on the walls, an eerie silence prevailed. A long, majestic round table stood at the center of the room and at the heart of that round table burned a furnace of unending crimson flames, its glow barely revealing several distorted and inhuman faces lurking within the shadows.
The round table had twenty three seats and behind each seat hung a portrait of a demon flanked by two dimly lit red candlelights.
All the seats were occupied except one and even the candles flanking that portrait were extinguished.
"Haborym is dead... Can someone explain to me how that happened?"
The voice came from a man whose seat was directly opposite Duke Haborym's. He looked human for the most part and wore a crown, however his hands were claws gently tapping against the fur desk while waiting for a response. Each time his finger struck the table, some of the other dukes shivered with eyes full of fear.
