"Ah! Your most right, where are my manners?" He spoke before stepping out o the darkness which covered him. He was a young man with dark shoulder length hair which clinged to the sides of his face. He looked like he was in his early twenties but there seemed to be an aura around him that he had seen more violence and evil than any ancient war veteran ever had.<br/><br/>He poured the expensive wine into the glasses with a content smile on his face. It was as if he was immersed in a fantasy that he had craved through all of his life.<br/><br/>"I've gone by many names," He began as the blood red alcohol poured into glass. "People tend to refer to me as the most horrifying criminal they can think of. Such as; Ripper, Lucifer, Fagin, Kruger, Voorhees, Phantom...but I prefer something more original." He spoke before stepping forwards and bowing to his two guests.<br/><br/>"I am Moros." He spoke with the same pride in his voice before handing out the two full wine glasses, "You probably haven't heard of me...that's probably because no one wants to admit that I exist.".