Scion sat in front of a plain-looking black office table, it held only one stack of paper. The chair of the office owner was vacant, but he sat waiting. He gazed outside the glass windows of the floating structure, looking at the glowing city below. He was currently in a black and gold suit, his wings were nowhere to be found.
-I can't believe a have to work under this asshole, I could have gotten the job done, just needed more time.-
The door of the office opened and a man walked in. He was adorned in a shiny white suit that matched the color of his hair, two black horns stood out of his forehead, they amplified his devilish handsomeness. The man walked gracefully, his shoe making a clicking sound as he approached the table. He suddenly stopped midway, he turned, and walked to a white couch, sitting in a relaxed position, he spread his arms and crossed his legs.
"Is that the proper way to meet a guest, Michael?" Scion asked, he stood up and faced the man.
