As everything went on normally, a particular winged fellow was seated on a shabby throne. The throne had acquired damage over time due to the very many battles he has fought, and the throne room was no better. It seemed as if a simple punch could bring the whole building down. His crimson eyes contrasted with his pale skin and silvery hair. He let out a sigh as he stood up, heading towards the gigantic door serving as an entrance to his throne room. As he walked towards the door, three pairs of white wings appeared on his back and a pure black casket appeared in front of him. Above the casket was an emerald cross that seemed to gleam with power. He stared at the casket, his gaze softening a little as he placed his hand on it.
"I am going out for a bit, Lilith." He said, kissing the cross.
Upon reaching the door, the doors opened up, as if alive, giving him way to pass. He got out of the throne room and looked around at the hallway before proceeding.
