Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26571677-20190218105600

Lucius sat with hands clasped on the round table in front of him; his cane leaning on the side next to him. It was large, larger than necessary for the small meeting that was to calm, but was surrounded by images of opulence.

The room was coloured red with floral decorative patterns of golden yellow adorning the wallpaper. The tablecloth was of the same colour of the walls; printed down by a large glass circle atop of it; empty, yet awaiting some majestic meal that was of assured reason to come.

The restaurant was empty.

The restaurant was quiet.

The restaurant had cooks working overtime, happy to be paid triple even on a day off.

The restaurant was awaiting one more very important guest.

One that it did not know of.

His two guards stood outside the door; leaving him alone to his thoughts, as he'd ordered them to do so. He was a man of wealth, that was of no mistake; his suit was fine tailored, entirely black but for a blazing red tie neatly around his neck. He had greying black hair, slicked back and smooth. His face was wrinkled, but not for reason of stress, nor for reason of terrible old age; more akin to that of smiles, or of merriment in a younger age.

The leader of LUCIFER waited.

He waited with a blocky bottle to his side; tied in a red and black ribbon around its neck. Incredibly expensive scotch, incredibly rare, incredibly valuable.

Too valuable to be drinking, but with two glasses set either side regardless.

Two raps on the door signalled the coming of his guest.

Two hands pushing the door exposed the standing man to his guests, and he swept forward with a smile of old age and gentlemanly class; one hand outstretched to shake, and the other holding the bottle.

"I am Lucius Crowe. Many thanks for coming. Allow me to present you a gift of good tidings and hopeful aspirations." 