Intro:
"What are you?" I stared at him in wonder.
"What are you?" He sneered from his seat, where he lounged in the only chair in the dark and massive room. I was still mesmerized by the things all around me: giant chess pieces the size of pillars in long rows in either direction from the center of the hall. Behind me were the two heaving piles of bones and ashes surrounding a pile of gold and a pile of silver with terrifying dragons sitting atop the treasures and jus in the center was the door I had been led through to find a short wall with stairs right before me that upon the steps sat marvelous hats and steaming teapots and cups as far as I could perceive at the top of these stairs was an ornate throne made of what seemed to be a black glass-like stone that gleamed with a terrible beauty with huge windows showing the haunting dark graveyard beyond their panes, and lastly sprawled in the seat was a man. He leaned on the arm of the chair with one foot flat upon the checker tiled floor and the other leg thrown over the other arm of the chair while he sipped at the fragile china cup in his gloved fingers.
"Who are you then if you will not answer the previous request?" I demanded stomping my maryjane clad foot. A devilish smile spread across his strong features and he stared into his cup and that smile sent a shiver down my spine.
"That my dear is a different question entirely," was all he said in his deep voice, he still would not look at me. This man is maddening I growled in my mind and glanced around again and not for the first time wondered how in the hell I had come to be standing before him.