The newly crowned King tapped his fingers clad in jeweled rings impatiently against the old oaken table, something he planned to replace as soon as his unwanted business was finished. Several priests in dark black cloaks stood before him concentrating on a ritual. Red magic flared from their palms creating a circle between them, a black star graced the floor under their feet. Suddenly the lights went out and the priest stopped chanting, the room was filled suddenly with shadows. Servants rushed to fill the candles with new flames but even when they did tendrils of darkness wrapped themselves lazily around the king's hand. The King removed his hand from the table and rested it on his own legs.
"It's about time don't you think?" He asked the room with distaste, his voice thick with ego.
The shadows pulled back until they surrounded the feet of a dark figure between the priests. They stumbled back, away from the thing that had been summoned.
"Don't you mean it's about time you paid what you owe?" The figure asked, his dark eyes raised in cold malice to those of the king.
The Kings lips curved in an evil smile.