The Overlord's Ceremony

An old man sat on a throne like chair, a small cup in his hand, smoke came out of the cup running upwards. The content in the cup was hot yet he seemed to be enjoying it. He had his eyes closed as the smoke sifted towards him. His long hair cascaded down his back and almost touched the surface, it could create envy at his moment. Though his old features, he looked quite young and vigorous. 

He slowly raised the cup towards his lips and sipped some of the contents in the cup and smiled slightly. His red eyes glittered brightly. The red painted walls accentuated his demeanor at the moment. Only he knew what he was thinking that made him smile. 

"Whoosh" 

Suddenly, a black smoke filtered through the room he was and as the smoke faded, a silhouette dressed in black clothes with a mask covering the face appeared. He looked like a ninja as he sauntered towards the man in the throne.