Dark eyes flashed at the two figures before them, conveying secrets too heavy to speak. The two men silently nodded, one of them backing off and preparing to leave while the other stayed put, opening his mouth. A raspy noise came out, slightly angering the man with the dark gaze.
"Ye shouldn't have ta kill him at all. Ye'd best make sure things get done as I tol' ya. Now get!"
The dark man waved the two figures away with a motion of his ringed hand. As soon as they'd left, he stood. He was lodged in a room above a pretty little parlor belonging to a nice little family who'd had enough decency to allow him in without asking the origins of his money. They'd probably all have heart attacks right there on the spot if they knew where he'd acquired it. A tired little smirk graced his lips and he moved to the window off on the left of his bed. A small room it was, with enough space for a bed, chest, drawers and a bit of room to walk around.
"Wot in tha world are ye doin' old man?"
He heaved a sigh as he watched a few drunks scramble across the road in the moonlight. Night was the time for demons to come out and play, and for devils to start on their work. Much like he himself was. He sighed and moved away from the window, drawing the shabby old curtains closed in the process. Something told him that he was setting a fire that would blaze out of control, but he did not care in the least. He would rather sit back fiddling just as Nero did, and watch as "Rome" burned. Yes. He'd rather set the blaze then leave it. Watching from a distance seemed much more plausible…