In a dark palace hall, the Howling Devil Cult Leader was sitting atop a skeleton throne with a content expression. His throne was made up of countless palm-sized humans and animal bones, all of them emitting light.
The man simply sat there, his tender white fingers lightly drumming one of the throne's handle pieces, sending out continuous 'dong dong dong' sounds which reverberated throughout the deathly silent hall.
"Begin."
"Again." The Howling Devil Cult Leader finally settled his state of mind. He seated himself properly on the skeleton throne then begun to display his secret technique.
