Inspector Pitbull (Inverted Pyramid)

A huge table sat in the middle of the room surrounded by six black chairs embellished with gold, its black-marble surface crusted with dried blood. The wall right behind it was covered in reliefs of demonical faces that had their mouths gaping open and gushed out blood, which ran like little streams down the wall to mix with the blood of the men that had lost their lives defending what they believed in: ones had died for freedom, while the others for the Duke and his insanity.

"Sir, we found the Duke," the voice of a sergeant brought me back from my thoughts. Shaking myself, I followed the officer down a spiral stair set at the back of the table. At the bottom, we stopped in front of an armored door.