Damian would stand in the middle of a green field, wearing an entirely black suit except his blood red shirt. He snaps his fingers and a throne appears behind him, Damian takes a seat and sighs. "I need some action. Let's see..." Damian would use the his spiritual influence to draw anyone close to his position to him. "Let's hope they are strong, aye, Darklings?" and almost on cue, the Darklings emerged from the shadows around their master.