The cave was shrouded in an eerie red-golden light. All was silent, save for the soft crunch made by the pacing of the hooded demon called the Keeper.
"Sir?" asked a timid voice. The Keeper glanced up to meet the gaze of the lesser demon who had just entered his chamber. The new arrival quickly dropped his gaze as a sign of respect to his superior.
"Yes?" the Keeper snapped, "For your own sake, I hope it is good news you disturb me with. If not…" he trailed off suggestively. From the look of fear that spasmed across the minion's face, it was clear that he had taken the hint at full value.
"Oh, b-but it is, my l-liege!" he quickly stuttered. The Keeper's red eyes flashed from below his hood. "I have come to tell you," the demon said, steadying his voice, "That our efforts have finally been rewarded. The Charmed Ones are dead."
If it was possible to see the Keeper's face clearly under his hood, the demon would have seen the smirk spread slowly across his countenance.