Somewhere in the world. A man with long red hair that danced behind him like flames was sitting on a giant red throne decorated with flames and phoenixes.
This man was carrying a red feather fan. The temperature around him was so high the air simmered like haze and blurred his figure.
He looked down with barely hidden arrogance at the man kneeling before him. This was Vermilion, the red prince. Nobody alive knew his real name anymore.
Next to him stood a women with long black hair. She was dressed in a beautiful coat. Her cold disdainful voice echoed across the hall.
" You stand before his highness, the king of fire, the blazing lord of the red skies, the great king Vermilion. State your name." The kneeling man answered in a quivering voice. " Sb.. Sbonga, my lady."
" What's you purpose for seeking an audience with his highness, sir Sbonga." Her voice was cold and monotonic.
