Blackwood looked at the figure that walked into the underground council room below the Cathedral. Alfred's golden hair seemed to absorb the light of the world whilst his blue eyes had a hypnotic effect on anyone he looked out, them not wishing to look away.
Blackwood couldn't help but chuckle when he saw him. 'His appearance must be blessed by Sol.' The air of confidence and majesty surrounding him was suffocating, his pride threatening to consume everyone. Taking a seat in the Archbishop's seat as if it was the most natural place for him, he interlocked his fingers and rested his chin on the arch he created with his hands.
"Greetings, Holy Men of the Church." His voice was as sharp as it was cold. "I thank you all for coming, but I currently am on a timer and don't really care for pleasantries and meaningless flattering, I'm not here to kiss your ass after all. So let us dispense with them."
