A tall man with greying hair stood in front of a large fireplace. The flames dancing in the fireplace reflected somberly in his cold grey eyes.
In one hand, he slowly swirled around a fragrant red wine in a crystal clear glass, the sweet smell gently piercing his nostrils.
The fire crackled wildly, several embers rising into the air.
Just then, the flames trembled, surging briefly before settling into a low, uneasy glow. Out of the surrounding darkness, a pair of red eyes appeared first, burning faintly in the gloom. Then their owner stepped forward. A man clad in a suit of absolute black emerged from the shadows, his very presence repelling the light in the room.
There was something ethereal about his presence, something that made the air feel subtly vibrate with barely restrained energy.
"Lord Damien..."
Damien continued staring somberly into the fireplace with an inscrutable expression.
"Luke... what brings you here..."
