Alvarel sat huddled in his throne, a shadow of his former self, the demonic images in his mind had taken hold of him, he was without reason and without cause, he cried out in angush and threw a candle stick through one of the stained glass windows, it smashed the glass and plummetted to the ground below. "GET OUT OF MY HEAD!!!" He shouted, one of his advisers tried to calm him "Sire you must calm down!" Alvarelpushed him to the ground "DON'T TELL ME WHAT I HAVE TO DO!!!!!!" The man scattered to his feet and ran out of the chmaber leaving Alvarel in torment, he turned to the other men "We've lost him, he's not even recognisable anymore, we must send the armies and control them ourselves, Alvarel is not capab...." he was cut off as a long sharp knife was thrust into his back, Alvarel stood behind him Smirking, his eyes followed the advisor as he fell to the floor, he licked the knife clean and then dropped it, it twanged on the floor and then he looked back at the men, "he was weak!, you won't be!"