The Creeping Darkness

"You may come in."

The moment this deep voice echoed within the very dark room, and beyond, a door slowly creaked open.

The intruder was a man with slick brown hair, with bright green eyes, and a very classy outfit—a black waistcoat on top of a formal shirt, black trousers, and a neat tie.

All in all, this man in his early thirties was very handsome in every sense of the word.

He was Aldred Winsley—Broker for the KariBlanc Group.

At least, that was what his identity demanded.

"Greetings, father." He bowed his head the moment he came in and closed the door within the dark office.

"Sit."

Aldred obeyed instantly, moving past the comfortable couches that stood at the center of the room, but moved towards the chair in front of the man's desk.

The man he called father—Lord Blanc of the Obsidian Council—sat calmly behind his desk