Kalendra: Hunt for the Nocturnus

Prolouge

"Servant," says a dark voice sitting in chair towards the dark side of the room. The chair is stained and aged. It has red felt covering the seating area. The figure is wearing a dark suit with many buckles and buttons. He has a grey, aging face with long, pointed ears. His eyes are grey, not unlike a blind man. He calls out again,"Servant!". The mahogany door on the far side of the room opens. A short man with black hair wearing a red suit steps out holding a dim candle. He speaks in a nervous and low voice,"Yes, your greatness, what is it you desire?" The man in the corner stands, walks towards his servant and stares down at him. The master's hair is grey and withered. He speaks in an agitated voice,

"I desire a meal, servant."

"What does my master desire to satiate his hunger?"

"You know exactly what I want."

"Yes, your grace. I will fetch your dinner."

"Hurry now, servant, or you will make a fine enough meal."

The man returns to his seat, chuckling while he walks.

"I long for the day when my kind may return to the true world as its real masters and farm the humans like cattle," he says to himself. He grumbles curses at the dark, "Now the only things standing in my way are time and the sun itself."

The door creaks open again. . .