Sitri twirled a chess piece around his fingertips as he awaited Zepar’s return. He sat in a padded chair, complete with arm rests. His face scrunched behind his mask as he pondered his next move. The building around him resembled a church that had been long abandoned. Several vines climbed the crumbling walls and many of the pews were overturned or crushed. Okobach laughed insanely. Sitri’s eyes flickered from the board to as close as they could get to Okobach’s general direction behind him on his right without turning his head. “I know it’s involuntary Okobach, but I can’t help but feel like you’re laughing at me. “ “Itsssss becausssse you’re atrociousssss at chesssssssss” Akuma said with a genuine, hoarse laugh. They sat behind Sitri on his left, legs and arms strewn across the stairs next to the pulpit. Sitri turned to glare at Akuma with brazen, blue eyes. Akuma glanced in front of Sitri towards the door and hissed. Turning back to face the front, Sitri noticed Zepar enter the church. Zepar was a short, balding man whose weight was a little on the heavier side. His grotesque grey skin drooped as if it was going to fall off his bones at any time. “Zepar! Explain to me why our Kuollot numbers are so lacking! I distinctly remember tasking you out to gather more hosts.” “Sire, the hosts have been rejecting the Slivers. We have been unable to acquire more.” Roaring with rage, Sitri flipped the chess board in front of him and stood. Pieces spilled about across the floor, some rolling under pews. “If you think that excuses your lack of results, you’re sorely mistaken. Perhaps I was foolish to assume you were up to the task.” Sitri scoffed and crossed his arms. Okobach picked up a rook piece that somehow managed to land next to him and giggled. “You’ll have your army Sire, I just need more tim-“ “Enough excuses! I don’t want to have this conversation again! Leave now before I change my mind about your second chance!” Sitri’s voice boomed across the chapel, echoing off the walls. Particles of dust fell from the roof as he spoke. Zepar looked apprehensively at Sitri before bowing. “As you wish, Sire!” He quickly scurried out the front door as Sitri kicked the fallen chess table, sending both it and nearby pieces sliding across the tile floor towards the door. After the chess table came to a halt next to a pew, Sitri placed a hand over his mask in disgust. The Citadel’s Oligarchy would not be pleased to hear about his lack of progress with their army, although Sitri had no doubt that Zepar had been updating them about their situation during his time there. As Sitri turned to face the altar in front, he hesitated, pausing briefly to glance back at the front of the church. “You know I can sense you right? Come out...”