Just another normal day in the Chruch of Everlife...

Vancartha was sitting in one of the chairs with his legs rested up against a table. A sigh escaped his lips as he just studied one of his rings he wore and just admired the beauty of it. Hmm. I wonder when my next victim will come to me. His crimson eyes were still focused on the ring he really did enjoy to admire on a time that was rather boring to him. He lowered his hand and sat up slowly in his seat and he stared forward at the door with an impatient look across his profile. His fingernails tapped on one of the arm rests on the chair in a rhythmical pattern. Any day now...