"Supreme Sire, we have found the location of the flower girl."
A guard entered the room and informed the man who was sitting behind his huge mahogany table.
His white branded suit was no longer white as the crimson color of the blood, that belonged to the beauty who was cradling his lap, created a mess on its purity.
The guard did not dare to look up at the powerful being who was centuries old but appeared as young and handsome as a youth in his early twenties.
The room was filled with silence as the guard waited for his Master's next command.
The man sitting on his throne did not spare even a single glance at the guard who was kneeling in front of his desk.
His entire attention was on the girl in his lap. A small twitch was covering his lips as he watched the life draining out of her.
His waist-length silky black hair was tied in a loose braid while a few strands were left falling around his face.
