Sanguenon's head hung in his hand, tendrils of hair the color of pitch laced through his fingers. His position upon the Black Throne a familiar one. It had become a prison.<br/><br/>"We should watch..."<br/><br/>Sanguenon's lip curled as he scoffed at the notion. Why? It was hopeless.<br/><br/>"Yes it is... I told you it would be...even still I would have you see it.."<br/><br/>Sanguenon snarled and rose abruptly from the cold stone of his throne. He would argue no longer, and if he was truthful to himself, he desired to know.<br/><br/>Long graceful strides carried him through the depths of his fortress. Many doors were passed that opened only to him. Finally he arrived at the Chamber of Sight. A gateway like none before it held fast before him. The depiction of a hideous demon at the center cradled a scarlet stone in it's toothed maw. Sanguenon's eyes flushed red with blood as he invoked the insidious power within. A misted blood began to emit from his hands and spiraled through the air to cover the stone, which gorged eagerly. Once it had it's fill, the iron lattice securing the chamber door drew back with a scream.<br/><br/>The Chamber of Sight had but a single pedistle at the center of the octagonal room. Which was occupied by a spherical orb. The outside was as glass, though the interior was opaque. The sphere was clutched tightly by a dark iron hand, sculpted in an iniquitous likeness.<br/><br/>Holding both hands out to each side of the orb, Sanguenon repeated the nefarious incantation that gave him power over blood. The orb feasted eagerly, he could feel it's odious hunger calling for more. Sanguenon snarled at the shameless appetite, then abruptly cut the supply, the blood fading from his eyes as the spell ended. The orb wailed in displeasure but Sanguenon remained unmoved. A moment later the opacity shifted to a clear image.<br/><br/>It showed him a place that he struggled to forget. A poignant reminder, indeed. Nostalgia threatened.. "Be not sorrowful, this too shall pass.." Sanguenon remained pensive, and continued to watch.<br/><br/>Faira may notice, a simple piece of double folded parchment sealed in red lay on her bed. Should she examine the seal, she would see an intricate depiction of a demonic visage, mouth agape displaying a forked tongue.<br/><br/>The note was simple, yet intriguing if not suspicious. As were it's contents.<br/><br/><i>Empress Faira Valaina</i><br/><br/><i>Your troubles are more inescapable than you know. I would have you spared from this fate. <br/>
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May the light of the moon guide you on our darkest day. </i><br/><br/>S-