Harry Potter and all associated characters, events and people belong to JK Rowling whilst all characters, events and people in Campione belong to Jō Taketsuki.

Sorry for the wait, life has been pretty manic but here is the next chapter.

Chapter 7

The Bureau de la Justice Magique (B.D.L.J.M) of the Ministère des Affaires Magiques de la France was having a rather quiet afternoon, there were no emergencies that needed a group of Aurors to investigate and there were only a small number of arrests that day.

Hugo Caron was sipping a mug of coffee as he had his feet up on his desk, eyes drowsily staring down at the newspaper in his lap that he had been reading for the last hour. He was a graduate of Beauxbatons Academy of Magic and had graduated five years ago with rather average grades all things considered though that did not bother him, he was not an overly ambitious individual.

He had settled comfortably into his job in the B.D.L.J.M three years ago as one of the monitors of the Improper Use of Magic Office. It was also used to monitor the use of magic in Non-Magique areas as well as alert the Ministère to immense levels of magic use.

Turning the page of his paper he was checking the Quidditch section near the back when an alarm in the form of a ringing sound from one of the devices on the wall started up. He fell quite literally out of his chair and went crashing to the floor in surprise from the noise.

Exploding back to his feet he drew his wand and gazed at the map on the far wall which monitored magic use in Southern France, his face was grim set and his eyes filled with a deep fear inside them as he began to examine the map. He knew exactly what that siren meant, it had been hammered into him enough during his training for this role. It would only go off if there was a massive amount of magic being released into the atmosphere in a small amount of time in a localized area. It was a detection that would only go off if one of two terrifying events were occurring;

One, a Heretic God had descended. A terrifying prospect to anyone, they could throw the entire staff of the Ministère at one and not even faze it one, there was literally nothing they could do to halt ones advance and to even consider doing so would be suicide for even the strongest of Warlocks. They were monsters that simply stood above humanity, luckily the descent of one was an incredibly rare occurrence though the Ministère always had contingences in place to move civilians out of the way of the conflict and maintain the Statute of Secrecy. Even if they couldn't fight one they could at least reduce the number of casualties they inflict especially if they manifest in a populated city. Though that role fell more to the Bureau des Accidents et Catastrophes Magiques than the Bureau de la Justice.

The other reason that it would go off was if one of the Seven had unleashed a powerful Authority. The power those impossible humans had ripped from the corpses of the Gods they had slain and taken for their own. Spells and abilities that where the stuff of rumour and heresy whispered around the campfire on moonlit nights.

Either of the two reasons for the siren where not good, not good at all.

Taking a look at the map more closely he paled when he saw the location he map was indicating. Why did it have to be there, anywhere else would have been preferable to that specific locale!

For nearly a year ago a man made his way into his office as if he owned the place, a man he recognised instantly the moment he saw him.

Flashback

Hugo looked up at the sound of footsteps, his eyes quirked in interest as he saw a man enter his office. Though when he got a good look at the man his eyes widened in shock. Looking curiously around his small quaint little office was a man whose name was known to almost everyone in the Warlock community.

Albus Dumbledore was examining the different contraptions and items that were on shelves around the room.

"C-Can I help you?" Hugo asked stuttering slightly in the face of one of the most powerful men in their community. Though he was wondering what such a powerful man who usually spent all his time in England was doing here in France and more importantly his office. He wasn't foolish enough to believe that he was important enough for such a man to visit him personally.

"Yes, are you Mr Hugo Caron?" He asked curiously as he gazed over half-moon spectacles speaking in fluent French.

Nodding his head he answered. "Yes, I am." Wondering what the man wanted with him.

Nodding his head the old Wizard said. "Good." As he waved a wand in front of him, a chair appearing in front of the still confused Wizard's desk in which he sat starring at the young Frenchman.

"Mr Caron it is a pleasure to meet you, I am here in need of your assistance." The old Wizard said.

"How can I help you Headmaster Dumbledore?" Carter asked, wondering how he could help a man like Albus Dumbledore being a low level Ministry employee and all.

"You are the man in charge of the magical monitors here in France correct?" The old Wizard asked that same elderly expecting look in his eyes as he gazed at Caron.

"I am." He responded finding the entire situation rather strange and wandering what the man wanted with him.

"I have need of your assistance Mr Caron." Dumbledore said.

Hugo blinked, how could he of all people help one of the strongest Warlocks on the planet?

"How would I help you?" He couldn't help but blurt out before feeling his cheeks heat up feeling like a schoolchild once more for reasons he couldn't quite fathom.

The old Wizard just smiled his eyes twinkling. "Mr Caron as many people know I have long worked with Nicolas Flamel even discovering the twelve uses of Dragon's Blood together."

Hugo Caron nodded wandering where he was going with this still confused.

"We are going to be performing some more experiments, experiments that will be rather magic intensive in nature. We don't wish to be a bother to you fellows in the Ministry and I was hoping that you would be able to heighten the threshold that would set off the alarms, in that small area alone of course. The experiments we will be performing will be ground-breaking to the entire Warlock community I assure you." The man said as he gazed at Caron imploringly.

Hugo meanwhile was staring wide eyed at the British Chief Warlock. It was illegal to do such a thing, really illegal. Those monitors were not only used to monitor the magic of children in the country but also checking for high levels of magic in areas there shouldn't be.

"I-I don't know, it's illegal to do that, I-I'm not supposed to change the magic sensors." The man said stuttering slightly, he really didn't want to lose his job over this and it would be very easy for Albus Dumbledore to crush him.

"I am the Supreme Mugwump of the I.C.W my authority supersedes all, I am sure it will be fine." He said with a twinkle in his eye.

Hugo though was still indecisive stuck between telling the man to leave and losing his job or bending under the authority of Britain's Chief Warlock. Before he could come to a decision there was a thud as a bag of coins landed heavily on his desk.

Looking up he saw the twinkling eyes of Dumbledore as he said. "Perhaps this can help persuade you to assist me, don't you think?" Hugo suddenly felt an overwhelming and supernatural desire to agree with the man and he felt himself nodding taking the galleons he stood up and moved over to one of the shelves and began to tinker with the device. Once he was done he drew his wand and tapped the device before moving back to his desk.

"There Sir, it won't be bothering you anymore." Hugo said as he addressed the Headmaster.

Albus smiled and nodded. "Thank you Mr Caron it was a pleasure doing business with you, remember never tell anyone about this, I and Nicolas will be most displeased with you if you do." He finished with a steely glare that had Hugo gulping nervously nodding his head in understanding.

The man's twinkling eyes returned and he stood up vanishing his chair with a flurry of his wand, "It was pleasure to meet you Mr Caron have a good day." With that he strolled out of the room leaving Hugo to slump in his chair letting out a deep sigh of relief. He was gone.

Turning his eyes to the pouch of gold on his desk he couldn't help the mixed feelings that welled up inside him. He greatly suspected that he hadn't been the one in control of his actions when he helped the headmaster, likely a Compulsion Charm and yet… he could use the money. The only thing that mattered to Hugo Caron was his ageing mother, she was the last thing he had in his life and he would need the money to look after her. He had a choice here, report Dumbledore and likely lose his job when no one believed his outlandish claim.

Or, he could keep hold of the money and use it to help his mother's care going. Keeping quiet and just carrying on with his job like nothing was wrong. He must have sat there for at least half an hour though it felt far longer to Hugo as he stared at the bag of coins before he reached out with shaking hands grabbing it and hiding it away. Taking a deep breath he leaned back in his chair and grabbed a newspaper flicking through it as if nothing was wrong, though he was very aware of the bag of gold weighing heavily in his pocket.

Flashback End

He knew what he had accepted the money that that day would come back to haunt him and it had, in the worst way possible. He scowled as he held his face in his hand, he had two choices here;

He could one, turn the alarm off and pretend it had never happened, ignore the presence of the Heretic God or Campione that was rampaging or…

Two, he could go to his boss do his job and report the alert. It would likely reveal the truth of what he had done and he would lose his job if not end up in prison.

A gentleman accepts the responsibility of his actions and bears the burden of their consequences.

It was a saying his mama would repeat to him in his childhood and nowhere was it more important than in this single moment. People could very easily die in the battles between Divine Beings and if no one informed the disaster response units and Aurors to the emergency then casualties amongst the innocent bystanders would skyrocket that was of course not mentioning the fact such a battle would threaten the exposure of the Mystical World without the Oblivators to cover everything up, he knew what he had to do even if he knew it would likely cost him everything. He wouldn't be able to face his mama if he didn't act.

Standing up straight he turned and sprinted out the door moving through the corridors until he arrived at the office of the Head Auror. Knocking briskly on the door he heard the deep and rich sound of a man's voice. "Come in."

Hugo took a deep breath as he put his hand on the doorknob and turned it, it was time to face the music.

Jean-Paul Delacour grumbled as he stared at the stack of paperwork on his desk, it never stopped. It just piled up there on his desk waiting for him each morning as if it was mocking him.

It was most certainly the worst part of the job, it was the only time he lamented taking the job of Head Auror. Though he did not try to dwell on that, he genuinely enjoyed the job. He had built his career from the ground up starting as a Junior Auror after graduating from Beauxbatons and slowly made his way up the ladder of the Bureau des Aurors.

He took a look at the moving picture on his desk and let a warm smile cross his face. In the picture sitting in a chair was his elegant and beautiful wife Appoline. Appoline Delacour was a Half Veela. A race of magical creatures at least that was their classification by the worlds Ministries and the I.C.W though it would be better to say that they were Hime-Miko's. Children born from the blood of the Goddess Aphrodite when she descended upon the mortal world and had her power stripped from her in a battle with a Campione. How her descendants had evolved into a fully-fledged race was still a mystery to all but the Matriarchs of the few Veela Colonies that existed.

Despite being descended from a God of ancient Greece the Veela were greatly discriminated against, at least amongst the Warlocks. Despite their divine ancestry they weren't viewed in a positive light and the perception of them had turned from godly descendant's to husband stealing scarlet women with many wives siting examples of Aphrodite's more twisted myths on love as examples of the promiscuous behaviour of Veela. Of course in reality Veela inherited nothing but their divine ancestor's beauty and ability to bewitch the opposite sex but the stigma remained and they were looked down upon in Warlock society.

Appoline had experienced this heavily when growing up and even more so when she had married him the wives of his colleagues often behaved borderline antagonistic towards her. In response she had created a cold and aloof persona in order to rise above the racist views of the Warlocks.

In his wife's lap was his youngest daughter, the girl was only three years old in the picture and was wiggling in her mother's arms though there was still a bright smile on her face as she giggled and waved at the camera. Gabrielle Delacour was the little angel of their family, a bright happy child that brought a smile to anyone who saw her.

Standing next to his beautiful wife was his eldest daughter, Fleur Delacour was standing straight backed next to her mother or at least trying to imitate her poise and posture. Fleur had always admired her mother and tried to act like her and in his not to humble opinion he thought she looked dammed cute whilst doing it.

He was drawn out of his thoughts by the sound of someone knocking on the door of his office. "Come in."

He tried to hide the irritation in his voice as he spoke, it wasn't the person at his door's fault that they had interrupted his little moment.

The door opened and in walked a young man, sweating slightly either from running or nerves Jean-Paul couldn't tell though he looked incredibly flustered and nervous. As he took in the man's panicked state Jean-Paul sat up straight and focused his attention on his guest, even as he groaned internally. Something told him this was going to be a really shit day to be him.

Taking a closer look at the nervous man in his office it took him a few moments to recognise him, he was an employee of the Improper Use of Magic Office but what would he be doing knocking on his door so flustered.

"Sir we have a Code Deus!"

He could feel the dread fill him as he physically paled. That was perhaps one of the worst alert that could be given. It signified a situation involving the powerhouses who stood at the very peak of the Mystical World, the beings that most didn't even dare talk about let alone bad mouth.

Standing up he fixed the man with steely eyes as he asked. "Where?"

The man gulped before rattling off a series of numbers. Jean-Paul nodded and drew his wand before tapping a few objects on his desk. They would send out alerts to both an Auror squad and the Bureau des Accidents et Catastrophes Magiques. Grabbing his cloak off the back of his chair he made for the door commanding the nervous man to walk with him as they headed for the Apparation point. Many of his subordinates looked up and shared worried looks as they saw their usually calm and collected boss rush from his office looking like he was about to hunt a Nundu.

"When did the sensors first pick up the event?" he asked the young Misntry employee as he walked briskly down the corridor

"A-A few minutes ago, it's in the vicinity of only one magical resident." The man said hesitantly.

"Who?" Jean-Paul asked.

"Nicolas Flamel." Hugo answered with sweat dripping down his forehead.

Jean-Paul stopped turned and looked at him in horror before swearing and continuing on, coming out into a large room where a group of Warlocks were standing all looking alert and waiting for him.

"We have a Code Deus in the vicinity of the Warlock known as Nicolas Flamel, you can all take a guess as to what the God wants. Remember your jobs are to remove civilians and to try to cordon the damage done, do not and I repeat do not engage the heretic God. You will die." Making sure everyone had gotten his warning he nodded his head before saying. "Good luck and remember the drills stick to your training and you'll be fine. Now let's go people!"

With the order given the people in the room began to Apparate out disappearing with the cracking sound of displaced air. Once the last man had disappeared Jean-Paul followed them leaving the room empty except for one man whose mind wracked by guilt.

The team reappeared on the edge of a forest reappearing with far less noise than they had created when leaving the Ministry. Each one began the same practiced motion of reaching into a pocket or satchel on their body and pulling out a shrunken Broom before tapping themselves on their heads casting Disillusion Charms to hide themselves from the sight of Muggles.

It was common practice when dealing with a Code Deus to Apparate a good distance away from the God or Campione they were sent to monitor otherwise their teleportation magic wouldn't activate then get closer on Broom. It was why the department was able to justify buying the most expensive racing Brooms on the market.

As everyone mounted up and readied themselves they looked to the Head Auror Jean-Paul who took a deep breath before launching himself into the air and hurtling across the French countryside in the direction of the Flamel's residence.

As they neared the site they began to slow down taking precautions in case the Deity was still in the vicinity. Luckily that didn't seem to be the case but they could see the large scale devastation of whatever battle had taken place scarred into the landscape of the forest bellow them. Trees were uprooted and rocks smashed into pieces and as he was casting his eye around to examine the damage his eyes caught the glint of a helicopter disappearing into the distance though he didn't put much thought into it.

As they got reached their destination Jean-Paul was surprised to see a few figures moving around on the ground. Jean-Pual motioned his men to hold as he descended towards the ground, as he got closer the man on the ground seemed to sense something as he twisted around his eyes scanning the sky.

As he did so Jean-Paul was able to catch sight of his face and his eyes widened. He recognised who it was, it was Rhodri Carter of the Greenwich Assembly Mage Association. The two of them had had a few encounters over the years and whilst they couldn't be considered friends they were definitely acquaintances.

Cancelling his Disillusionment Charm he landed on the ground as the light of recognition sparkled in Carters eyes.

"Mr Delacour what a pleasant surprise to see you here!" He said in French with a smile on his face as he approached the Head Auror before holding his hand out.

The other man smiled as he shook the outstretched hand and said. "Likewise, I just wish it was under better circumstances. We got an alert that a God or Campione had been active in this area and had begun to sue large scale powerful magic. I guess judging by your presence here that it was your King taking action."

Carter nodded. "Yes indeed it was, His Majesty engaged a Divine Beast that was attacking the Flamel's residence."

Jean-Paul nodded before turning back to face his subordinates and order them to begin the process of cleaning up the massive scars in the landscape from the battle. It would take them some time and effort but it was better they did something so menial than allow the Muggles to find it.

Turning back round he found Carter looking at him with a frown clouding his face as he looked at the Head Auror oddly. "I am surprised you only noticed it now though, it has been attacking their residence for months."

Jean-Paul stopped in his tracks as he looked at Carter in confusion. "What do you mean?"

Carter just shrugged. "According to the Flamel's that Divine Beast has been assaulting their Wards for months now, surely your magic monitoring systems picked that up."

The Head Auror could only stand there with his mouth agape. "They should have!" He said indignantly as his mind rushed to find an answer to Carter's question. Why hadn't they? That was the question. The magic detection systems were checked so things like this didn't happen and anyway the power of a Divine Beast releasing its power should be more than enough to activate every alarm in the building! So why didn't it?

There was only one reason it wouldn't, if it had been manually turned off! That meant someone had purposefully adjusted the magic monitoring systems and that thought filled him with an icy rage. But who would do that?

His mind ran through different faces until they arrived at one in particular as his eyes widened before narrowing in fury. That boy who had rushed into his office informing him of the alert, wasn't he the one in charge of monitoring this area? He had to the one who had tweaked the sensors, but then why did he then come and report the Code Deus?

No one else would be monitoring that zone and unless anyone physically in that area raised the alarm then the entire thing would have gone undetected! Unless… unless he wasn't that deep into whatever was going on.

It would make sense then, the boy had panicked when the situation had gotten serious. He would need to have the boy arrested when they returned, just because he had alerted them to the Code Deus it didn't make up to what he had done. That and Jean-Paul needed to know just who had been the one who had bribed someone in his Department. They were the true culprit and needed to be brought to justice!

As all those thoughts were running though his mind in the matter of seconds he was observed by Carter who was waiting patiently for an answer eventually the man snapped out of his inner thoughts and addressed Carter. "My apologies, it seems we have a traitor in the Ministry who has been covering up the presence of the Divine Beast."

"Intentionally?" Carter couldn't help but ask, he was worrying that the humans who associate with Demons had already managed to infiltrate the Ministry of Magic. That thought was rather terrifying and made him nervous wandering if the Demons had managed to infiltrate the Assembly. It took less than a second to dismiss that thought entirely from his mind, His Majesty would have found someone like that in a heartbeat. A Campione's intuition was downright terrifying and that made rooting out spies a rather simple endeavour not that His Majesty had much practice with it, it took someone seriously brave to try to trick one of the Supreme Kings.

"Yes it seems so, whether they were aware of the full situation I don't know but I intend to find out." He vowed as he clenched his fist, it felt like a personal insult to have someone who would take bribes in his office. Even if the individual in question had nothing to do with him.

Carter meanwhile gave the man next to him a considering look before coming to a decision. "Jean-Paul there is something you should know."

Being addressed by his companion knocked the man from his concentration as he looked at Carter quizzically. "We have confirmed that Demons were involved in the events here."

Jean-Paul felt his heart sink as his knees nearly gave in, that was arguably worse than a normal Heretic God, whilst unbeatable monsters they usually went after Campione to fight considering it was mostly [Steel] type Heretic Gods that descended but Demons were different, weaker than the average heretic God due to their lacklustre legends they may be but in cunning and deviousness they more than made up for their lack of power.

Battles between Heretic Gods and Campione were easy for him to deal with, the battles were violent, destructive and deadly to those who got in the way but they were surprisingly straightforward. Both Campione and Heretic Gods disdained the concept of covert action and outright ambushes, their immense power meaning they looked down on it with an almost knightly sense of disgust.

But Demons were different, and that made them arguably far more dangerous unafraid to use more underhanded methods they were a hidden dagger that could not be defended against. They had been hidden in the annals of history, many knew of their continued existence but they had remained elusive. To have them once more taking the stage was a terrifying prospect and one that for once he had no counter for. He was the Head Auror of the French Ministry it was his job to fight the things that crawl out of the darkness but Demons were something he could barely fathom, let alone fight.

Forcing down the nervousness and instinctual fear that had seeped into his form through sheer stubborn pride he looked at Carter and nodded. "T-Thank you for informing me, I assume that Lord Wolf will be leading the investigation into their presence here. Is there anything I can do to help?"

Carter gave him an understanding look, completely ignoring his slight stutter, he understood the man's instinctual fear and did not fault the veteran Auror for it. "Indeed he will, as for what you can do to help check, your corrupt man see if he was in on it or not and send the results back to the Assembly, His Majesty wants to look over it, personally."

Head Auror Delacour was about to protest when he heard the request to send information on what was going to be an internal investigation of his Department but his mouth shut with a click of his teeth as he heard who was going to look over it. In the end he decided he would have the documents sent over and throw operational security and Ministry regulations through the window, he wasn't suicidal after all and didn't fancy being in the Ministry if Lord Wolf decided to visit to take the files or worse visit the man personally.

Nodding his head he turned around and took stock of the efforts of his teams working to clean the battlefield before he took a deep breath, he was going to have a lot of work to do.

Far away from southern France across ocean and land a city stood, a Holy City whose name reverberated through history. A centre of bloodshed and death, the clashing of dreams and ideals and whose walls were soaked in the blood of heathens and heretics through of which God was an argument that continued to this day.

Amongst the ancient streets of the ancient city was a building, one that looked just like any other of the old large buildings that littered the ancient city.

However that couldn't be further from the truth for if one was to look at it through the mystical realm they would see a far different sight.

Layers upon layers of magic defences ringed the property doing all manner things from warding off unwanted attention to both physical and spiritual defences as well as protections against teleportation from hostile foes. Even guards against scrying powerful enough to hide even from the eyes of Gods.

All of these protection were created for a single purpose, to guard the Lady of the house for she held one of the most powerful positions within the entire Moonlit World.

Within one of the rooms of this ancient house was a luxurious bedroom within which a beautiful young woman lay, she had a willow figure and clear skin, her long blonde hair fell about her head like a halo. She looked to all the world as if she was sleeping but that could be further from the truth as her eyebrows scrunched up in concentration before her eyes snapped open in shock and fear.

Alice Goddodin the Highest Rank Witch of Heaven and the Speaker of the Witenagmot awoke gasping for breath.

Impossible.

They were back? Horror filled her as she rang a bell by her head that would send for her assistant. It didn't take more than a minute before a woman burst into the room.

Patricia Ericson her Chief Lady in Waiting was a stern woman but one who cared deeply for her charge.

"What is it Milady?" she asked as she looked at her charge sitting up in her bead, the concern for her charge grew as she saw the deeply unsettled look on her face.

"Miss Ericson, could you please call the other leaders of the Witenagmot together, I am afraid a meeting needs to be called at once." She said with worry.

Patrica Ericson frowned and asked her Lady. "Is something wrong?"

"Yes, something is very wrong. Demons, my Spirit Vision activated and I witnessed a short exchange between the Lord Seventh and the Demon Marquis Andras. The Demons are active once more."

Patricia couldn't help the shiver go down her spine at that announcement as her lady continued speaking. "What are we going to do?" The horror in her voice was understandable considering the subject.

The Sage Princess didn't answer for a few moments before she sighed. "Nothing."

Patricia blinked before repeating back dully. "Nothing."

"Yes, we can't do anything directly, I used Spirit Vision to try to divine more, they have hidden themselves well, very well and I would not be able to detect them at all if I had not known they were currently active. Something is coming, something big. The False Monarchy isn't awake yet, but I fear the worst. Unfortunately until they make a move we are powerless to do anything but monitor for possible activity."

She sighed at the end before coughing into her hand, Patricia moved to assist her but was waved off. "I am fine, we have greater concerns than my health. We will wait, we will wait until he time is ripe, my vision shows only darkness, an endless darkness that will encompass all the world if they are not stopped. We will need the assistance of the Seven Kings. I-I don't think all of them have awakened, they would not hold back if that was the case no I think they are waiting, waiting for something."

"What?" Patricia asked as her charge shook her head, her golden mane fluttering about her head.

"I don't know." She whispered, she could remember the vision her powers had granted her with vivid clarity, the land of shadows that shrouded all, the slumber beasts of malice held beneath that twisted castle ready to be awakened once more and spew forth endless evil.

Then the most terrifying of all, her vision had carried her over the castle to the very highest turret and the small figure lazing atop the peak.

A cat, a small thing of sleek black fur that would have even the most hardened of men cooing.

It had only served to set her nerves on edge even in her bodiless state, such a creature had no place in such a place.

It was wrong.

The cat felt wrong.

Then its feline eyes had opened and she had known true fear, she thought that after facing down a heretic God and managing to seal it crippling her in the process would be the most terrifying moment of her life.

She was wrong, the malice, hatred and perverse delight in the suffering of others that was in those feline eyes was beyond anything she could comprehend. It was a level of malice that even the most twisted of humans would be barely capable of comprehending.

Those eyes seemed to stare right through her before she awoke as the catthatwasnotacat growled at her.

Looking up at her assistant she asked once more for her to assemble the other leaders, the Demons were stirring once more and they needed to be ready. Biting her lip she let her mind sift through plan after plan as she waited for the others to arrive even if only to stave off the memories of those eyes.

Candle light flickered in the dark and dreary room as the figure in the centre knelt reverently with his head bowed.

A dark presence filled the room snuffing out the candles as cloying magic caused the Runes on the walls to flare as they kept the horrific aura from leaking out.

The man gasped as his Gods presence fell upon his shoulders.

He listened with euphoric zeal as words were whispered into his ear and his whole body shook with excitement at their decree.

It was time, it was finally time.

Mad giggles escaped from his lips as he bowed down and cried out. "Of course my Lords, your will shall be done!"

Getting to his feet a light of determination and madness now burning in his eyes he threw open his door and looked towards one of the dark dressed hooded men waiting for him outside.

"Send words to our brothers and sisters, the time is nigh!" The men shivered at his tone as their eyes reflected the same excitement and madness at the news before they bowed and rushed off.

The man let out a mad cackle before he turned away to begin his duty, the time of his Lords return was coming and they would be the kings of the new world his Lords would create but first they had to wait, the plan would soon come to fruition all they had to do was wait.