[center][h3][color=000000]Death's Door[/color][/h3]
[color=9e0b0f][b][color=000000]B[/color][/b]lustering[/color] flames roared into existence, filling the scorched innards of a brick fireplace, casting a warm hue onto a dark and empty room. Sitting on a massive estate was a rather old castle that held many rooms, hallways, and on this particular evening, a host of demon possessed humans. Among the various rooms, bed, bath, or otherwise, was a rather dark study, lit only by the flickering glow of fresh flames lapping up the chimney. The room was empty and cold until it became filled with a ancient and chilling presence. An unseen force slowly turned a velvet and oak sofa chair sitting just in front of the fireplace toward a small mahogany coffee table. The same mysterious force began pouring a kettle of tea into a small porcelain teacup which also appeared out of nowhere. The tea set was clean and white, detailed with a silver trim and filled with a steaming auburn liquid. 

Within this large manor, those that hosted demons inside themselves which had been invited and now searched for answers or what have you, found their rooms or conversed as it would seem. The culmination of these souls drew the wayward attention of an observant shadow. A shadow that now enjoyed its tea before the crackling flames that lit the room of the study. Despite the fire, the room did not grow any warmer. In fact the air was chilled like the inside of a fridge. A light coat of frost began to coat the doorknob that led to the study, and the hallway that led to it became cooled and a tense aura lingered in the air.[/center]