An eerie aura falls upon the city, plunging the streets in a dense fog. Theres no one that knows how to break its mystic hold....no one but the dark prince in power. 

*snaps fingers at the sound of your footsteps, and the large cobbled blood red oak doors open to a large office foyer, with an aged darkwood desk, blood red satin carpets, and the man himself sitting on the edge, wine glass of a red liquid in hand*

Ah. About time you showed. *a smug smile curls his mouth, and he sips the liquid, swishing it around in his hand lazily* And to what do I owe you the pleasure? 

Natas, Mogul of Corruption