A room drowned in darkness it's silence was perfect, then one by one lights began to frame to room chasing away the silence and darkness making the room even larger, it's scale is almost overwhelming to comprehend. As the chandelier in the center of the room illuminates it, displaying the cathedral arcatecture and a grand ovular oak wood table that bisected the room in half.
9 grand cathedral-like doors creaked open into a cylindrical room spilling more light into the hall. Seven came from one side all dressed in colorful accord, 7 seats one for each of them. The red cloaked figure lead them to the table. There rhythmic stomping, echoing hollowly on the concrete floor. Their ranks followed with the heavy tension of regret as they somberly made there to the center.
The lone figure whose cloak of gold silk on rose red stood in opposition as he walked towards the table with a confident gait, on his side there were three seats, the most beautiful, the empty one in the middle, the throne. But he sad down on a plain seat to its left, letting his eyes darting between them underneath his cloak almost as if to say their problems weren't his.
Sitting down across from each other their wills collide between them. The many colorful cloaked figures were trying to impose their ideals on him but resisting with a straight back and strong defines he opposed them. A wall of silence formed between them holding the storm at bay. Till it was unceremoniously shattered.
"Too many descendants have been awakening recently!" Roughly bellows a man in the crimson cloak that covered his face.
"Heee, You don't have to shoat Heir of Cain, we already understand the severity of the situation." Sharply replies a small figure draped in an emerald, green cloak. Her softer voice cut through his rough words. The tension grew thicker between them. For a moment it felt almost as if all the pent-up emotion would explode between them if not redirected. Then the lone figure responded as if to redirect the storm to his desired result.
"The fact that more descendent, more descendents of cain, are awakening means that Most likely, Demons are up to something." He said smoothly from under the hood cloaked in the red and gold cloak with black trim in the pattern of a vulture. He had a similar stature to the crimson figure though much leaner.
"As long as you descendants keep up our side of the agreement, we will keep up ours." He let out after letting his words sink in. Whether it was his intention or not all the pent-up regret and anger were now directed at him instead of at each other.
"So arrogant, even now that we are doing most of your work." Growled the hunched brown cloaked figure with the same gold trim as the red figure. As he spoke glints of sparks like steel sharpening steel came from under his hood were let out as if to punctuate his intent.
"Tchee, Truly the Illuminate doesn't know when they are getting too big for their boots." the curvy deep blue figure chuckles. a much more womanly figure than the green-cloaked figure.
The red and gold figure chuckles in reply. "Last time I checked you descendents were the ones to blame for the last incursion." the black and gold figure said dismissively. Then he leaned forward.
"Don't forget to who your Depts lay!" he threatens in a low heavy tone. Many figures in different Colors cloaks start standing up and hurling insults at the figure from around the circle table then.
"Genoeg!" the crimson figure bellows as his fist hits the table crushing the spot where he connected to it and splintering the wood directly around it. Everyone falls silent and tense up. A new darker tension filled the room.
"We aren't getting anything done like this, let's call off this meeting for now." He stands up from the round table and exits through the door located behind him.
One by one the cloaks exit until the only one remaining was the yellow with gold, Slowly the yellow cloak stands pulling a file out from his cloak and exits the door behind them. The black and gold cloaked figure sits there for minutes in all surrounding silence. First the Second door his side opened. A man dressed in a bone white priests garb with gold trim walked out. He silently made his way to the seat on the right hand of the throne sitting down without a word. They raises there heads to look across to the door that was opening. The red figure walks silently to the table and takes up his seat again.
"Hope you weren't waiting for long." The red figure said calmly, in stark contrast to his earlier display. The red figure said as he sat down pulling back his hood. His boer tan framed by the slicked back black crop hair and stubble holding an expression between concern and condescension. The red and gold figure chuckles.
"Not at all" the red and gold figure replied with monotony. "We both know that we need to keep these meetings silent. I don't mind the wait. So let's get to the plan the Vatican has put together for us. Or you to be more accurate."
"Let's not get caught up in pretense. What's the plan?" The priest figure raises his head in reply. ushering his had to ask for the file left behind.
"Don't worry, we won't need to spill too much blood on the decedents this time." Pulling his hood back the black and gold cloaked figure reveals his scared and leathery face. brought to life by his vibrant eyes that single-handedly made him 15 years younger. Locking his eyes with the men across from him.
"Has your dreamer changed their story?" The priest asked the boer who shook his head in response, with a look of pure despair on his red face he said.
"It's the same. Still Blood and Fire!"