A moment of quiet reflection was so rareĀ as of late. However small, Michael appreciated them. It took away the constant stress that the preparations for the holy war would bring. There, in the silence of his study, away from the prying eyes of humanity, Michael finally knew peace.
His voice came as a low hum, a single eye opened, peering at Lucian. No other living being would dareĀ come so close to him, for they sensed the danger. The strange, inhuman aura that surrounded himā like a small sun.
He cradled his glass of wine, watching Lucian closely. His smile reached those strange, serpentine eyes.
ā Is it my attention you want?āĀ His voice could almost be compared to a song.Ā ā Well, you have it. My full, undivided attention.āĀ