[indent]A sun curtained by grey clouds lit up the day without much to offer. Villagers would not feel the warmth of a spring day on their skins and how they reacted varied and differed. Some ran out into the streets with joy while others locked up their doors, saying that it was a bad omen that others chose to ignore. Though dashed with thin grey clouds, the sky was spotted with azure paw-like spots scattered across the celestial’s floor. Despite the relaxing, or gloomy, weather, there were other matters that remained more important than the shape of the clouds. One of them started at the crown of a kingdom.[/indent] 

[indent]Gazing towards his kingdom through the arched window, Valentine observed the peaceful atmosphere of his kingdom. Though sunlight did not shine upon his kingdom today, it was still a pleasant sight to see the kingdom in some shape of tranquility. He was far from home for greater matters, to protect the kingdom he was given to by title. Letting his dark eyes settle out into the distance, he squeezed the seal in his left palm and turned away.[/indent] 
[indent]He turned his attention to the bare table that sat in the empty room. There wasn’t another sound to be heard other than the gust of wind. The Round Table was bleak of any known life but his own. Messengers were already sent to bring the attention of the other kingdoms towards his emergency, but the fright that one or the other may not appear worried him greatly. How else was he going to break the news? Or at least have the other’s confirmation, but Valentine was sure that there was a force still alive in his hands. One that was meant to die long ago…[/indent] 
[indent]Valentine remained mute as he studied the room in his fine suit that was saved from too much gold. It was a noble’s man attire but he didn’t wear anything that would weigh him down. He brushed his long hair aside and off his shoulders as his right hand remained stationed on the top of his sword’s hilt. It hasn’t been long since he sent out the messengers; however the silence placed him in a moment of a longed eternity. In the time of impatience he could feel his life ticking away, constantly looking back out one of the three windows then laying back in a chair that was decked for Raphael. He hung from the chair in improper fashion, with his knees over the arm rest and sending a blank stare in the distance, perhaps in some way displaying a form of numbness or fear. Well, numb was silly and so was fear, but what was expected for a human to feel?[/indent] 
[indent]Dropping the sigil into his pocket, his eyes drifted from the empty seats in the room. There was only two other ones despite his own that had open arch windows nearby them, perfect views of the other kingdoms Gabriel and Michael. He squirmed himself upwards in his seat as his patience continued to ticked away with his wait. In his silence, there was no much he can do other than compose the thoughts of what he was going to say or what he was going to present – if anyone was going to arrive, anyways. Tossing his feet onto the floor again, he was quick to start pacing around the room with eager footsteps that started to drive him more paranoid by the second.[/indent] 
	
[indent]Strolling through the hallway of a quiet kingdom, Adeline’s hum filled the pathway with a little bit of light. It was an innocent song, a lullaby which many of Michael’s people have heard before as a child before bedtime. She cradled a book in hand that had intricate engravings upon it, but not less than a fairytale. Her eyes looked away as she swayed with every step she made through and down the stairs of a cold castle. She hadn’t spotted her brother around for two days straight as the same for her elder sister but for exchanged words. A light sigh blew from her chest as her small body carried around a dress with a long cream train. There was not an ounce of commotion to grasp her attention and nor was there a shine from the armored guards around the area. Yet, she would not let this bore her; Adeline’s dreams and fantasies would cover this grey world and keep her away from the emptiness caving into the area. She kept her arms wrapped up as she wandered around, making her way to the study where she could find another book to meditate upon.[/indent] 

[indent]Leaning against one of pillars at the heart of Gabriel, Lance admired the dark sky that frightened him with its pleasant image. It reminded him of then and of them, such a haunting nostalgia of a long time ago. He peered over his shoulder to look upon the large, intimidating doors of the castle. They were still closed shut, giving an unwelcoming feeling, and he could imagine that tall, well-armed guards like himself would frighten the largest children away. Turning around to scan the area with his cold, blue eyes, he stood in a statuesque manner with his chin held high. Clearing his throat, he tried to give no attention to the other guard nearby – he was the best at his job when he was alone and quiet. To his dismay, he was sure that the other man would try to catch them off guard or get them caught up in a useless chat which Lance personally had no interest for. He had other things in mind… Sure, they were reflective and repetitive, but the memories would serve better than any empty conversation exchanged with acquaintances that are fated to fade in time.[/indent] 

[indent]Far from the stillness of the land was the bare and naked area of Sheol Cathedral. The graves to the left of the abandoned building remained still on the hallow ground. Within the kingdom of Lucifer, there were cries within the distance, but at the cathedral the cries were drowned out with the faint songs of the dead and shades that once perched upon the building’s steps. However, this area was not obsolete of existence. Through the middle window of the cathedral, upon a balcony-like watch, was a shadowy figure who looked upon the forsaken land, then turned away from it all.[/indent] 
[indent]Under the escalated ceiling of the building, a girl posed in her slender, long fashion read from a book on the pillar. Her eyes were dead set upon nothing else but this book and even her breathing was quiet. Lenore wouldn’t let a sound disturb her – not the screams, not the ghosts, not the fears of the future – or so she appeared to be in her cold demeanor. She lifted her eyes with every page as she turned them by the ends, as if her mind truly wasn’t on the study she repeated day by day. However, it made her look busy, or at least to anybody who would dare come across the door of Sheol and knock without mercy, a signature for a death wish. After a few turns of the page, the girl dressed in black closed the thick book with a rugged and old cover that has been abandoned by the knights and warriors. And yet, this bishop held it close.[/indent]
[indent]She departed away from the book as her eyes were set on a door, one that has been replaced many times and worn down by dry weather, chipped and decaying. She passed the hallway that led down to the stairs and to the door, which she gave a turn and push towards to find herself in the cathedral’s infamous graveyard. Nevertheless, she was not alone. This was the true home of the necromancer, the land that she wasn’t afraid to walk upon. She remained silent as she made her way close to the magician who played with his dead, but do take in mind that she did not hesitate in refraining her disgust reactions. [/indent] 
[indent]“Ick – Ichabod,” She mumbled as she glared up to the man, looking around to see the dead crawling at the open leg that she had revealed for only one person’s attraction. Lenore looked up to her mentor – okay, father, but she wanted to deny it – and gave him the warmest expression she could give him: a smile of sinister fashion. “You’ve been out here long enough. If you don’t stop playing with your friends, you’ll catch their stench and…” She shivered, the thought infesting her mind as she kept her sentence from being finished. “That would be bad enough.” Lenore’s smile curled though and become more playful as she looked up to Ichabod. That or she was trying to be pleasing to his eye, something that was consistent with him around. She kept her arms close to herself out of pure, traditional practices, which made her appear more nun-like and caring to the eye. With her hands clasped before her and elbows partially bent, Lenore’s negative reaction to the corpses faded as her eyes looked upon them with admiration. Beautiful creatures – but yes, they still had an awful stench.[/indent]