The wine in his glass was a thick sticky red. It looked more like blood, maybe it was blood. He'd bring the glass up to his lips gently pressing the thin red lines against the glass before taking a sip. As the liquid slid into his mouth he skimmed the room, surveying the people that surrounded him and had surrounded him, everyday.
He sat the tall stemmed glass beside him, ever so gently, he then arose from his chair, lifting his weight with one hand.
"Standing in around in these halls is getting so boring, I think it's time we ought to have... a little fun," His well known sinister smirk spread across the pale marble, of what he called sking, decorating his face with with pure, evil, desire.
As he began to pass through the halls, the heels of his shoes made an audible clanking sound that filled the entire room.
He reached for the handle on the door as is fingers touched the shiny gold metal he stopped and took in a deep breath.
"I want some new members, even if that means removing some of the old ones." the words created an obvious scent of fear in the room, this didn't bother him though, with his head held high he left, without another word.