Scribes and slaves followed their masters and passed in and out of sight, between the massive pillars that rose to the ceiling. Chandeliers hung down providing less light than the candles that were strategically placed every two or three feet.
Skyton neared the large wooden doors, admiring their steel reinforcements before throwing them open one handedly with inhuman strength. The guards broke their formation and began splitting into two lines, each walking around a massive black throne that stood in the center of the room. It, even in its state, was not the most ominous object in the room. The very walls were painted black and many of the candles burned a blue flame, emitting little light but adding to the eerie tone of the space.
Upon the throne sat a tall figure, eyes covered by a long purple hood. No skin except the mouth shone through the large gown. The hands and feet were garbed by long sleeves. Skyton looked directly at the figure clad in dark and pulled form within his own garments a scroll.
"High priestess, the king has ordered that you step down from your place of power."
"I shall no longer follow that imbecile's orders," the figure growled with contempt, covered by a monotonous and toneless voice.
"Don't resist your highness. I have the royal guard to assist me here."
"You are a fool, not only do my acolytes serve me and only me, I am more powerful than any of these peasants that you threaten me with."
Skyton remained calm, "You were always powerful, that is a fair truth, but you are corrupt. You spend your days wallowing in your own misery."
"You did this to me," the voice echoed throughout the castle.
"You brought it upon yourself, you betrayed us. It wasn't my fault you felt you needed to seduce our teammate."
The growling continued until without warning, scarred and deformed men poured into the room by the hundreds, beginning a battle with the guards. As Skyton fought with the creatures the Kamalian guards began to beat back to threat. Out of malicious intent the high priestess stood and screamed for silence, black beams of energy striking the guards dead and one pinning Skyton to a nearby wall. Skyton was hurdled up against it, knocking down the priestess' minions who stood in his path. She walked over to Skyton slowly, black steam seeping from the acolytes bodies as she stepped upon them. They died instantly by the touch of her bare, silver colored feet.
She stepped extremely close to Skyton, pulling back her hood. Raven stared from at him her eyes black with a rage.
"Fuck you. You knew I was possessed that night," she said calmly despite her anger. She struck him on the temple and he passed out of consciousness.