Looking at his future 'students' with smoldering eyes, a small mysterious smile upon his thin lips, Lucius straightened his tall frame and slowly descended the creaking stairs. Each step was controlled, each movement delicately orchestrated as he presented the image of a strict yet fair man, one of his favorite mask, as he finally reached the greeting hall proper.

Those children would do, they had a good look in their eyes, one craving death, blood and suffering. Just what he sought in his little prophets... just what he needed for his true ascension upon the throne of the world...

Gesturing subtly to the stairs with a perfectly groomed head, the man's long fingered left hand caressed the stone balustrade leading back up before he fixated ever one of his new charges darkly.

"Welcome to Saint-Vincent, where a life of grandeur awaits you." After his lack of introduction, he ascended the stairs, fully expecting the young teens to follow in his footsteps up the aged wood steps.