A man walks into the chapel through two enormous glass doors. He is wearing a thick cloak made out of a snowy white material. A large hood hangs over his head. A small silver chain is wrapped around the inside of his hand.
As he walks through the chapel his footsteps echo off the stark white marble floor. Everything else in the room is made out of the same material, even the vast number of benches lining the middle aisle.
The man's footsteps are steady. He moves closer and closer to a second hooded man who is bent over in front of some sort of alter. If this second man is aware of the first's approach he does not show any signs of it.
The first man stops walking a couple feet from the other. He clutches the chain in his hand tighter and tighter. His lips move, but no words come out. He tries a second time.
"Master, please forgive the intrusion."
"Why do you disturb me, Lyx?" The crouched man stands up and turns to face the other. His eyes are the color of blood. "My meditation is very important."
"I am aware, sir. My humblest apologizes. But, sir, there is news from your personal surveillance squad."
"What news do they send?"
"They say that the parties have all arrived. The wedding is to take place as scheduled."
The master pulls his cloak tightly around him and looks towards the ceiling. Suspended in the air with nothing holding it in place is a large hexagon made from the same material as everything else in the room.
"You told me this day would come. And I told you what I would do."
The white hexagon does not reply.
"Come, Lyx. We must go. It is time for us to put an end to this abomination."
Lyx follows his master towards the side door. Before exiting, he turns around to catch a glimpse at what his master was kneeling in front of. There standing taller than most men is a Keyblade carved from the purest of white marble.