Loki walked through a hallway, his steps made a perfect rhythm, he was headed for a large door that was at the end of the hallway.
After every step he took, a torch came on and lit the way, a red carpet with golden embroidery paved the way to the door, and stepping outside this carpet was not allowed, as magical formations lined up the sides.
His face showed no expression, which was a first, after all, he was always doing what he wanted when he wanted, but now was different.
He got to the door, it was made of dark metal with engravings more ancient than time itself. He took a deep breath to calm himself and then placed his hands on the door, the door immediately started opening.
The grinding sound of gears filled the air, and it opened to present a hall inside, a massive one.
And inside were ten seats set around on twisted platforms. They were made of dark marble and a symbol sat at the top of each one, the figures sat on them as well, each one distinct from the other.
