Dantevian relucatantly dragged his feet back. Sending out a sharp and low whistle that would echo and carry out. Indicating the need for an important Brotherhood meeting. Making his way towards the secret meeting hall. The man looked as if he was carrying the weight of death's eternal repose itself upon his very shoulders. He felt like it. The words though verbal were little more than the scarlet letters. THough he was not truly feeling more than dread. His words were the gavillion and the beheaders axe upon the moderate level of figurative peace the world was experiencing. War. Bloodshed and battles would start anew soon. The devil's snakehead would soon bare its fangs upon the world once more. Shaking his head he shook away the useless feelings as he walked into the area and waited. Lucifer's angel he really was. To a satan he never agreed to belong to.
