Saint Virgin.

Votigern was having one of his usual parties, it was these celebrations that kept him sane and in control of things, he was on the topmost floor of the Goldcrest Tower, one of his many acquisitions. The inside was painted in obsidian colour, there was a high table where he and a few other distinguished guests sat. A few steps down was a very large space where the other wooden chairs and tables were littered about.

A glass chandelier with lit candles hung just above their heads. The glass windows were shut for it was late at night, the curtains were red with streaks of gold and they draped the windows. Save for the red carpet that draped from where Votigern sat to the large grand entrance the rest of the floor was made out of glass marbles still in obsidian colour.

The men and women gathered were people of different calibre and all walks of life but if Votigern was entirely true to himself, the guests in attendance were mainly low lives and truants, these were the kind of men who foll