The door opened into the top room of the tower. Lazarus had to shield his eyes as a scene of abject opulence flooded his vision. The floor was dotted by small islands of soft silk pillows, every wall was adorned with a painting or tapestry of incredible quality, and statues of naked demons in a variety of lewd poses were scattered around the perimeter; seemingly cast from solid gold.
At the far side of the chamber, a figure sat atop a gilded throne surrounded by yet more pillows, upon which lounged three naked omnibuses, who casually lounged and groped at each other. The figure in the chair was most definitely male, his lean yet chiseled body was clothed only by a pair of tight-fitting black leather pants. His skin was a pale purple, that reddened at his hands and feet. His straight black hair hung well past his shoulders, and was tide back in a thick ponytail. But his most striking feature was his eyes; they glowed with a pale yellow inner light, and were free of both iris or pupil. Those eyes narrowed as Lazarus entered the room, and his lips pulled back in a wide smile, revealing needle-like teeth, as he spoke. "Hmm, my meal looks under-cooked."
