The palace, large and imposing as it had always been since its construction, held a special sort of unspoken tension that day. The very ornaments almost seemed to be watching for something. Something big. Though it housed many demons and often had countless more entering, exiting, and going about many forms of important work, it seemed as if a large portion of it had been cleared, as if in preparation for something. Most of the guards and such were outside, or in the outer portions of the structure, leaving the throne room and surrounding halls practically empty.
In the silence of the throne room, a lone figure stood turned away from the door, looking into a spherical crystal perched in a silver basin of water. Shivering slightly, the young man pulled the heavy robe of the previous kings a little tighter around his shoulders, keeping his wings in close underneath. As he pulled on the gauntlets for the great event he anticipated, he stared intently into the orb in front of him, hoping to catch a glimpse of his expected guest using the magical scrying properties it held. It made him nervous to think about the situation at hand, but at least it wasn't all bad. For the first time, he'd get to see them up close.