[i][b][color=7ea7d8]Alastor Daeva
Dark Lord's Castle[/color][/b][/i]

It was late already. The servants put off the candles as they retreated, leaving the castle in an almost absolute darkness. No sound could be heard, other than the storm raging outside. 

He should retreat as well. But he, the Master of the castle,  wouldn't leave his study before one of his guards came to give him an exhaustive report of all the events of the day. He wouldn't be able to rest until he knew the exact position of the enemy army, and until he had made sure that all his soldiers were ready for any possible attack. If anything were to happen, it definitely wouldn't catch him unguarded. The Lord liked to be in control of every situation. Nothing stressed him more than not being able to predict was going to happen next. He needed to know everybody else's position and next move. Even in his own castle, everything had its order, everything responded to a certain logic. Nothing was there without a reason. 

A lightning illuminated the sky, and two big dogs barked fiercely until their Master ordered them to calm down. Then they just lay at his feet, still growling at the smallest noise. They would protect their Master. They were loyal only to him. And he valued that. Alastor didn't have many people who would give their lives for him or for his ideals. Many of his followers only yearned for what he could offer them; the prize of the victory. Women, wealth, power... But he didn't care. He had a goal to fulfill, and those of a weak will were nothing but pawns to be sacrificed. Though he wouldn't betray those he trusted. But all that didn't matter right now. He was too tired to think about such things, he just wanted to retreat to his chamber already. 

The man got up from his seat and walked around the room while he waited for someone to show up. He was growing impatient, and it was better not to make the Master wait.