Dragon God Newt

Seven figures stood tall in a C formation in a dim lit room. They were waiting for a very specific person. An individual whose entire presence would permeate throughout the room, an unseen figure but influence so vast that there would be instances of mental breakdown. The figure had yet to arrive but the thought of his presence would be enough to keep the seven figures in line.

Yet, one of the feisty ones of the seven blurted out " Hey isn't it about time for the start of the meeting where is the master?

"Hush now Metron do not ever speak of master in that manner, it is his choice whether to arrive at whatever time he so chooses, Always remember that fact, he has never been beholden to any of us, Within the hood we wear I doubt even if he is mortal being at all"

And as just words were spoken, the candles that were keeping the room lit in any capacity began to flicker and went out completely, heavy footsteps could be heard from the outside of the room, presumably from the stairs that would lead directly to the room. The figures stood in a way that they had never before, it was unnatural how they stood, even a dying old man with spinal injury would have tried to stand upright in any way possible. Any doubt of the master's humanity had disappeared in these men's minds, it was impossible for a mere human to have a presence like this and thus a hooded figure stood in front of the now pitch-black room.

"Ah I'm quite sorry for how long I have kept you men waiting, I am truly sorry and especially to Mister Metron,who seemed to be particularly irked about my apparent lack of punctuality" From behind the hood two gleaming crimson eyes stared straight at the figure apparently named Metron.

The figure who had hushed Metron was about to go unconscious with the malice behind those eyes. " What a freaking monster, even I the great Motone cannot resist slumping in front of those soul slaughtering eyes. I can't imagine what Metron must be going through right now"

Just as Motone had said that Metron curled up like a ball and evacuated his bowels through his mouth, and slumped in his own filth, A single stare had reduced to man to sleep in his own filth, it was immediately clear who the predator and the prey was from this instance .

"Nonetheless, a worthless crap of a maggot who can't even withstand the sight of my eyes is not worth a single ounce of my time, get this filth out of my sight immediately and chop his head for me" The figure with the crimson eyes ordered in such a way that all figures scrambled to get the job done. The utter tomfoolery and disgust that this apparent Master felt towards the hooded figures was palpable.

"These people" he thought, "I am a fool myself, to have believed that this group of dimwits would be anything but flies and worth my time considering the severity of the discussion I was about to hold.

"After I personally cleanse every ounce of this room, I have to get the meeting roling, there is no way of stalling these talks in any way" Those bright crimson eyes now squinted hard in thought, "because there is unimaginable bloodshed coming" whispered a voice behind the 'Master'.