A lean, dark haired man with pale skin and short black hair was sitting on the floor of a luxorious penthouse suite. The smooth, black door had the number 1094 and under it was the name Hic Habitat Scientia stenciled in gold. The room itself was quite large and open, the living room had a sofa and a 72" television. The whole suite had black marble floors. The man was carving runes on his floor, old, old, mystic runes. Runes that were powerful enough to summon what amounted to gods.
As he finished the last marking, he blew off the dust and stood up, straightening out his black suit and tie. His mouth was curled into a knowing grin and his golden eyes alight with satisfaction.
"Revenge, Revenge, come out and play..." He called softly.
The runes glew with a blinding white light, summoning the embodiment to that location and preventing it from leaving.