Demon Meetings

Klaus was seated on amongst the high twelve, because he was the head of the table. By his right hand was Markus Dane, his best friend and brother, as it ought to be.

In the dark field, under the blood red moon that settled in the sky that rested above all their heads, Klaus's ears paid attention to the eerie whistling of the wings of the night, and the rustling of the trees, the sound of gossip amongst plants. He was not supposed to keep his ears on the plants and birds, but he would rather do that than listen to the gibberish that was being melted out by members of the lower twelve that were seated around their round table.

He had rushed out of the house immediately Markus told him there was a looming uproar, and he has thought that it would be for a noble and wise cause. Perhaps he would have stayed at home if he knew the men were just here to melt out the frustration of their bruised egos. Klaus had rolled his eyes more times than he could count, and every time he did so, Markus