A man stands before a lit fireplace with a grim expression across  his face. He wears a black Tuxedo with shiny black shoes, each one having the crest of a gold-colored lion on its side. He wears a ring with a similar design on the ring finger of his left hand, the eyes of the lion having a white and black jewel in them, left and right respectively. He is rather handsome, in his mid-thirties at best, with matted black hair, styled in a corporate fashion.

    In his hand is a letter written in cursives and deep black ink, it read;

"Cain,

     I write to you now with a heavy heart. Your wishes and schemes have led to your impending demise. In no distant time, the order of Enoch have sworn to have your head on a silver platter, "mark of the beast or not".

  Master, you must reclaim your lost glory as the true beast of revelation! If you wish to live, meet me at the Confusion's Spire when the moon sits arched in the sky."

                                   -Your humble companion,

                                        Lady Light.

  Cain strode slowly to his study where a large window stood and stared through it into the open night sky. Stars were scattered across the dark sky, and the moon sat there, arched in the sky.