Clack clack clack…
The sound of unhurried and hesitating footsteps rang in the hall. The Pope dared not to look at the figure in front of him who was already emitting such a cold and dangerous aura.
"Ramir is here, reporting to his Mightiest, Lord Raven."
"Look up Ramir!" The voice which sounded alluring yet dangerous rang on the Pope's ears.
The Pope, Ramir, shuddered; he did not dare to look up yet he also did not dare to defy the Lord's order in front of him.
With great perturbation, Ramir slowly looked up, his eyes witnessing how Lord's Raven changed two times.
The first one was that of his usual facade, the face of the ancestor… the prince of the first Vanderford Clan.
Second was another face, that of deep purple hair looking like a fallen angel.
