Settling Accounts

At an unknown base, for now, at least, a heavy atmosphere hangs in the air. There was also a stench of blood that made anyone without any experience in this kind of field frown. 

Several men were bowing at his feet, some were shivering, and some held a maniacal devotion to their very being. In their midst, there was no lack of fanatical lunatics. 

Looking further, as the man stood next to his table, fragments of once cellphone could be seen in his hands and on the ground. His palm was also painted with blood. 

Amidst the tension and the silence, a horrifying and insane laughter suddenly echoed. It was so loud and without any reservations at all, but what was most terrifying was the lack of humor in it. 

"Good." He spat out as his laughter faded and so the glowed of his eyes became darker. "Come at me, Your Majesty."