Omega ghoul

The Ministry was silent, save for the occasional footsteps in the hallway or the wind outside, it was a cold winters night, the snow piled up on the windowsill outside and on the branches of th3 dead trees, a strong wind blew, branches hitting against the window in an eery atmosphere...the room was dark, the only light from the fireplace, the embers flickered making shadows dance across the walls ane ceiling...

Omega sat on the soft couch in front of the fireplace, his mask discarded on the coffee table, he leaned back into the cushions, propping his feet up next to his mask, as his tail flicked against the couch, he stared at the fire, a content look on his face, the flames reflecting in his crimson eyes...