In a desolate black castle, devoid of any light and emitting an ominous aura, there were two figures inside its biggest hall, one was sitting on a throne made of bones and the other was bending the knee to the one in front of him.
The one sitting on the throne had a blurry figure and no facial features, he strangely wore a black suit and was angrily tapping his finger on the throne's edge.
As for the servant, it was a humanoid figure with two dark and wide feathery wings and a horn sticking out of his forehead, he was Belos, 'X''s most trusted subordinate.
"Argh! This is getting more and more troublesome."
Bad news came one after another, he didn't even have enough time to deal with one, much less two or three. Belos was annoyed as always, for his master is complaining here instead of taking the necessary measures for the upcoming catastrophe.