A flicker of something like guilt, or maybe disgust, crossed his face.
Then, without warning, a voice crackled through the speaker system behind him, light and mocking.
"Admiring the view, are we, Director?"
Aethel didn't turn. His jaw tightened.
"Honestly, every time I hear your voice, I can't help but feel like I'm speaking to a ghost..." He narrowed his eyes. "Young Master Kai."
Footsteps echoed softly behind him. A tall figure emerged from the hallway's shadows, sunlight catching on hair streaked deep brown and silver. As he stepped forward, the overhead light revealed a face both striking and unsettling, one eye a deep crimson, the other a vivid green, set in features that teetered between handsome and unnerving.
He smiled, wolfish and cold.
"Oh, come now, Director. I told you already, Young Master Kai is dead."
He spread his arms theatrically.
"The name is Helexor. Or better yet, an Apostle of the Abyss."
