Dorian idly tosses a blood red ruby of marble size into the air as he walks down the halls of the underworld. Catching it he slips it into the inner pocket of his jacket and removes the flask he secreted there. Opening it in one quick motion he takes a long drink before entering the doors to the chamber. He smirks as he pushes the doors open, he knew he was late but he was no lap dog. Even if the Dark Ones held the title to his soul.<br/><br/>Seeing the others seated around the chamber he sighs, "This had better be important. I was at a lovely end of the world bash in Connecticut..."