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Alexander Summers

Imortal Soldier

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Taglio_Degazelli

So begins...

Alexander Summers's Story

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He hesitated. “Honestly? Mostly, it was boring.” He shrugged, uncertain. “There wasn’t much to do. I was left alone, except for lessons. If I messed up during them, I was punished.” He hesitated. “Sometimes I was lashed. Sometimes I was simply left alone, and hungry.” It had been mind numbing, for the most part. He fell silent. “Belial was not cruel. Taro wasn’t. But any attempt to leave was met with...increasing resistance.” He shrugged, not comfortable. “It progressed from wards to magical cuffs to always having one in my room, until I stopped trying.”

As for the records, even thinking of those was incredibly upsetting and he wrapped his arms around himself. “I don’t know who did it. Whoever they are...whoever they are I hope they are caught and sentenced to death.”

“You said escape was met with increasing resistance, can you tell us what that was like? Did you eventually succeed?” She asked him noting his discomfort, but pressed on anyway. They needed to at least reach some form of resolution, even if it wasn’t what everyone desired. The urge to side with the prosecuting parties was strong, but the evidence wasn’t exactly in their favor either. However, Brandon had admitted to being turned by whom he hadn’t said though.

“We ask because for a period there was a lot of unrest from the Dragon Court of a missing fledgling, one who as others claimed they had been told did not have their hunger under control.”

“I have better control over my hunger than any fledgling they had ever seen before. Belial sang my praises on that, at least to me. Then he’d go and tell Taro that I was out of control every time I fed!” That was more upsetting than it should be. “I have had control over my hunger since I was 11 and trapped as an Everchild before whatever...whatever magic undid that curse.” He jerked forward and Molly swiftly moved in front of him, hugging him to her. Brandon clung to his old babysitter, breathing heavily as he tried to get himself under control.

Kasimir watched with some concern. “...let’s give him a moment.” He murmured to the other two. “He is a victim in this tragedy.” He murmured and kept an eye on the two vampires being tried. Taro looked distressed, eyes on Brandon whom he had seen as a son. Bel was looking steadily more angry and obstinate.

“Of course.” June nodded to Kasimir. She was more used to speaking with those who had been the criminal, not the victim of the crime. “Take your time Mr. Hammerstein.” She said to Brandon, looking over at the young man held in check by one of the Dallas branch’s sergeants. June was surprised that Bronson had shown up, given it wasn’t a mandatory event, but then again the woman had grown rather close to the family over the years. “Continue whenever you’re ready.” June added gently, reassuring him.

Meanwhile Agathon observed the pair of vampires where they stood, watching the pain and horror flit across Taro’s face while Belial’s expression grew more sour by the moment.

After a moment Molly moved back, and red eyed, Brandon continued. “I tried for three straight years.” He said and then sighed. “Then gave up and played the dutiful son until they relaxed enough to remove the guard on my suite. I was able to escape then. I probably was the missing fledgling.” He acknowledged and closed his eyes. “I can’t think of any others it could be.” He admitted. After a moment he sighed.

“I went into hiding then, sought out my aunt and laid low until it was safer.”

“Thank you Mr. Hammerstein.” June said, dismissing the man. “Look into having a guard posted on his property..” She whispered over to Agathon who simply nodded in agreement. They had been concerned with the fall out from this entire incident, and after hearing many of the details had been right to be so. “As far as I have observed, everyone’s story lines up, and be thankful they have hardly said a cruel word of either of you.” June remarked looking over at the vampires. “They have simply stated the facts, and have been as truthful as they are able.” She added finding herself beginning to have some sympathy for Taro and whatever mixed up situation he had found himself in. Humans and other creatures, mortal or immortal seemed to have a special talent for creating complicated messes.

“Next witness please.” Agathon stated motioning to his page to escort Brandon back and bring the next in.

Milo shuffled in, looked to his parents and flinched. “Mother… Father…” He murmured and Belial choked at this and then hurried to the stand, reaching out to Milo. Milo swallowed and nodded at them, then stepped back from the edge.

“Milo Rahal, you stand before this court as a witness to the charges laid against Belial and Taro of the Dragon Court. Will you take an oath that you will speak the truth in front of this court?”

Milo spoke, his voice strong, accented thickly with an Egyptian origin. “I will.” He repeated after Kasimir. “I swear to Ra, to whom I am sworn, that the evidence I shall give shall be the truth the whole truth and nothing but the truth.” He did not waver, and Bel watched with wide eyes. Taro seemed to be most effected by Milo, and the minute the swearing in was finish, spoke, rapid fire. "Ya beny, mada tef'eleyn hena? Aequitas we Maria yemken an yekwen fey werth besbeb heda!" Son, what are you doing here? Aequitas and Maria could be in trouble because of this!

"Ana asef alab, weqd d'ewet, wana lem mesa'edh tet'emh, b'ed kel shey', heta eda ma rayet akhey alasegher.” I'm sorry Father, I was called. I did help feed him, after all, even if I never saw my youngest brother. He spoke, rapidfire to his father, looking his father in the eyes as he apologized for his part in this trial.

“Yeghefr lh ya abeny. Kel shey', kel yeghefr lh da'ema." Oh my boy. All is forgiven, all is always forgiven. Taro promised reaching out, only to drop his arm to his side. Milo wiped at his eyes.

“Taro, men hew heda?" Taro, who is this? Bel broke in, looking between Milo and Taro in confusion. He didn’t recognize Milo, except as a minor member of the court who had been tagged to help out with Brandon.

Taro was silent a moment before he answered. "... aben heqwey." ...the son of my loins. Milo was his child by blood and by siring. While he wasn’t one anymore, he had been born a vampire.

"Milo, can you tell the court what happened?" June asked motioning for Agathon to say out of this next round of questioning. They had been switching off, taking every other witness, but this time she wasn't about to let the sour faced mage take a turn at the helm. He seemed intent on causing more upset than anything. "And please, take your time." June added

Milo nodded. “Shortly before my Maria, my daughter, was born, Father asked for my aid with a fledgling.” He said and hesitated. “Belial...Belial had turned him, I was told, and Father always trusted me to be discrete.” He always had. “He asked me not to ask questions, but to simply procure meals for him regularly. He thought fresh blood would help with the fledgling’s blood lust.” He was quiet a moment or two. “I only ever caught glimpses of my newest brother. I didn’t know him before, and didn’t realize what was wrong.” He said, uncertain. “We weren’t to talk, not really. Brandon was heavily isolated.”

“Of course, discretion is important.” June agreed as she urged Milo to continue. “You say that you didn’t realize what was wrong, what makes you say this?” She asked. That was an interesting thread to pull on, and perhaps it would lend itself able to shed some light on the whole sordid situation that Belial had created for himself.

Milo considered what to say next. “Father had no fledglings that were not independent. I was his youngest child, other than Ty, who is human of course. I was born dhampir.” He admitted, voice quiet. “I had never see Father or Mother with a child, and the step from dhampir to vampire was not a large one for me or for my now deceased twin. The only fledgling I have ever known is my own husband, and he spent some time in isolation himself as he grew used to his abilities.” Milo shrugged. “I assumed it was by choice, or for his safety.”

This was an interesting turn of events, one that was certain to generate a great deal of discussion at a later date. “This is all very interesting, thank you Milo. I have no further questions.” June said with a nod of dismissal. “Now Belial, how are you feeling about your earlier statement? That all dhampires should be killed at birth?” She asked mildly amused at the discomfort that this would likely bring for the vampire. However, she did not expect an answer either way as Agathon was already eager to get all of this over and done with.

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June suspected that he’d already made up his mind, but could very likely change it with the next round of testimony.

Milo lingered a moment to speak with his father, reassuring the other he loved im dearly, before he was gently ushered away by a page. Bel glared after Milo and then up to June. “It has not. Milo, whom I did not even know was born a dhampir, was clearly an exception...one that my husband needs to explain...soon preferably, given, apparently, an affair occurred.” Taro shrugged, not feeling too guilty over this. After all, it had given him two wonderful boys, a son in law, and a granddaughter who he spoiled rotten.

“A pity.” June remarked, seeing that Bel’s answer was exactly as she had suspected it would be; the vampire was completely and utterly unrepentant. While she had no intent on breaking up their relationship herself, it seemed that they were doing a good job of self destructing in the Council’s main chambers themselves. “He seems like a son who is very devoted.” She mused before motioning for Agathon to call the next witness. If the pair had been keeping track there was one individual who had yet to speak before the Council as both witness and victim, the Warden who had been involved in the entire mess from the start.

“Warden Catherine Nadya Dumitrescu-Hammerstein, you stand before this court as a witness to the charges laid against Belial and Taro of the Dragon Court. Will you take an oath that you will speak the truth in front of this court?” Agathon questioned, addressing the woman who had entered and taken her place without much ceremony in front of the council by her full name and title.

“I will.” She answered calmly despite the turmoil she felt just below the surface. “I swear to you by the guidance of Gaia and Chronus whom guard the veil, that I will speak to the court the whole truth and nothing but the truth.” She finished before taking her seat.

Catherine had not wanted to do this, and had tried to see if there was a way to manage things outside of court, but unfortunately her position didn’t allow it.

Kasimir watched her for a moment and then spoke up. “Warden Dumitrescu, could you tell us when you first became aware that Brandon had been turned?” They would start with that. After all, it had come before the torture, according to the rough timeline they had assembled. He was interested in hearing her answers. Then again, he could admit to himself a fascination with her that didn’t bode well for the dragon court’s leaders.

“I had returned briefly from her majesty Tatiana’s courts where I had gone after the death of my nephew, Brandon. At the behest of the Council I was to answer inquiries into the fires that had destroyed the headquarters in the Ellum neighborhood in Dallas. I had stopped by the old site trying to recollect to the best of my knowledge as to what had happened.” She began not terribly eager to relieve those memories or feelings again, especially in front of the Council and her torturers. “I don’t know how he escaped, I don’t know why he was there, but he found me.” Catherine explained looking across the chamber at Bel and Taro. “I could have sworn that it was a cruel trick.. A ploy maybe, as I haven’t made many friends within this profession, and I had been there when he… passed. But it wasn’t.” Catherine explained, returning her attention back towards the Councilor’s seated on their bench.

Kasimir nodded at this. “And you believe he sought you out? Is this when he informed you who his sire was?” He asked, trying to be gentle. This couldn’t be easy and Catherine was a victim here too. Though that she thought someone would use her dead nephew against her so was abhorrent...it was also not far off the mark, given some of the cases thrown her way.

“I believe he did, but I don’t know what help I would have been able to provide at the time, and yes he did inform me as to who his sire was. I can’t say I was happy to have him returned, living or undead. He had stated many times throughout his illness what his wishes were to both myself and his uncle.” She answered slowly. Catherine kept reminding herself that she wasn’t someone who was testifying as an expert, instead she had been victimized by the crime itself. Putting herself into the place of the victim felt humilitating and degrading, worse than anything else she had ever experienced.

“Thank you, Warden.” He murmured and considered what next to ask. “Can you tell us about the events that occurred the night you were tortured?” The fact that he had to ask that was difficult enough and he was not happy about it. As far as he was concerned, Belial would get the coffin, as a much worse sentence than death.

She nodded silently as she pulled her thoughts together, “That night… the Dragon Court had a gathering, the first I had been to in years since Brandon’s death. I had not gone with the intent of confronting anyone or doing anything, as that would have been unwise on my part. I had appeared out of deference and instruction from her majesty that it was worth keeping channels open, even if I could at times find this court… distasteful. The fae can be predatory, and are not above using mortals or others for their own gains at times, however the vampires always seemed more intent on flaunting their power over their next meal or their belief that they were gods among men.” Catherine began, suppressing a shudder at the thought of the vampire courts. She had done everything she could to find a way to avoid them, to not have to play their brand of crude politics.

“That night… I showed up, I spoke with many people, Rahal, Taro and Bel included, about a rumor I had heard circulating about a missing fledgling. I was mildly curious if anything, but not terribly interested. Speaking with Rahal, I told him that I thought I suspected that the fledgling was my nephew, and he grew briefly angry at that thought.” She explained remembering the priceless tapestry that had very quickly burnt itself to ash in the wake of the mage’s anger. “Taro or Ra took notice and informed Rahal that there would be punishment… I couldn’t condone it, even if this was considered the norm. We had an exchange of words and he dismissed me to the rooms that they had so graciously provided.Understandably I was frustrated, and angry,” Catherine continued.

“That night they had had their usual.. Ugh.. feast laid out, and Bel or Isis had tried to entice me knowing full well that it’s rare that I even.. Instead I opted for wine. I had only had two glasses, but by the time I reached my rooms I was beginning feel disoriented.” She could very clearly remember the hallways lurching, and floor spinning as she had made it to her room. “After that I blacked out.”

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Kasimir nodded and watched uncertain. This next part would be hard, but if he acknowledged that, it would only upset Catherine greatly. Perhaps a brief tangent, rather than cutting to the meat of it. “Thank you Catherine. You said Rahal grew angry. Why would this attract lord Taro’s attention?” Simple anger wouldn’t suffice after all.

She sighed briefly, “Taro grew angry because while had the fire been intentional.. He likely would not have cared. This.. was unintentional. Magic released wildly, without control, especially Rahal’s specialty, chaos, can be dangerous and unpredictable at best.” Even she knew how dangerous the lack of control could be, especially if one let their emotions get in the way. “Many of us who are at the higher end of the proverbial food chain know the inherient dangers in loss of control.”

“Yes, the court is familiar with the after effects of Rahal losing control…” The mage’s drunken spell casting was a nightmare and a half to clean up after and they were all glad he rarely got drunk. Had he been a drunkard, they would have bound him tight. “Thank you for the clarification.” He murmured and then continued on. “Can you tell us what happened when you woke up, warden?” He didn’t really want to ask that, but knew it needed done.

Catherine grimaced at the request, she hadn’t thought things through this far. It seemed rediculous that she hadn’t, but her experience with witnesses and Council trials was limited. “When… when I woke up, I was bound hand and foot… to some cruel device in a dark and windowless room. For a time, I drifted in and out of conciousness.” She said swallowing hard and taking a breath before continuing. “I sat there? Hung there? I don’t know how long before he came in… he.. He.. then tore away my… my clothing and began to whip me.” Catherine said quietly as she struggled for words, clenching and balling her fists in her lap where she sat.

Kasimir nodded, trying to remain stoic. “Did anything else occur? Take all the time you need.” He murmured, trying to be gentle. He wouldn't push her, if she didn’t want to say more. She had been pushed enough tonight. He felt bad even asking, given they had a the evidence they needed to prove that more had occurred.

She kept reminding herself that she had been through worse and than worse had happened before. “Yes… he asked me if I knew where his fledgling was, if I had some how convinced him to leave his precious mummy’s side.” Catherine said vehemently, glaring daggers towards Belial. “And when I said I didn’t know? He continued to whip me, each time more violently than the last. The thing is, I had only briefly spoken with Brandon, I didn’t know where he had gone… what he’d intended to do.” She then drew a deep breath, trying to force calm on herself, trying not to remember the anger of the situation. “Eventually he grew even angrier with me, calling me a lying whore, how I was useless, a disgrace, and how I should have been killed as a child.” Catherine continued steeling herself for the next part. While Broadmoore had been a horrible place to be, at least little in the way of physical harm had ever come to her.

“He then wrenched my arms down and held them in place, asking me again where Brandon was, telling me not to deny it… I said I did not know… for each… he removed a nail..” She said, her voice wavering, remembering the excruciating pain and humiliation that had been inflicted.

That was more than enough of that. He didn’t want to hear an ounce more of the torture, and from the reported injuries there wouldn’t be much more. “Thank you Catherine. Can you tell us if Lord Taro was there?” Or was it only Belial? That was what it sounded like.

Either way, this was harder than he thought to listen to, and he was unsurprised to see Molly now by Lex to hold him back if needed and keep him, for now, quiet at least. The woman hadn’t been required here, but it was good she had come. If nothing else, she seemed to understand how the victims would respond.

“Belial was the one who determined how he could drug me,” Catherine said thickly, voice heavily accented. In her opinion neither one were terribly innocent, and both had played their parts in this whole debacle. She had avoided their court out of fear that something like this would happen, to herself, or someone close to her. Now it had, after an attempt to play nice politically, to assure the pair that the Seelie Monarch was willing to extend her confidence to the pair as potential allies; especially since the court was quite cloistered in it’s nature. “And Taro was the one who tortured me…”

Kasimir fell silent. After a moment, he nodded. “Thank you Warden. Sergeant Bronson, could you escort the warden to the back.” He said, voice flat, even. He would not show his anger in any other way. Molly nodded and silently approached Catherine, ready to walk with her to the back when the other was ready.

She knew better than to hug and touch, though once Catherine was away from the council, she likely would give the other a brief hug regardless.

Catherine stepped down from the stand and left with Molly. One of the Council and MCU’s longest serving officers who had likely seen the worse of the worst, had been very much subdued when she had taken the stand. Her choices of clothing had been somber and serious, with her hair neatly styled; but that largely been an attempt at trying to get through what she’d have to sit there and recount.

“What say you now Lords Taro and Belial?” June questioned as she watched the chamber doors close behind Catherine and Molly. “I don’t believe my Warden, much less the wife and daughter of a former Councilor would lie on the stand.” She said eyeing the pair with great disdain.

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Taro held his head high. “While it is true I lashed her, I did not torture her. It was a simply punishment and once over, I left. Bel was to release her.” He met their gazes head on. “But I see that we went too far.”

Bel glared at them. “She’s a dhampir! Warden, adopted daughter of a councilor, it hardly matters.”

June frowned seeing as Bel and Taro would likely be singing the same tune throughout the entire case and proceedings. “The Council will now convene to discuss the current matter at hand. In the mean time, you will be sent to separate holdings until such a time as the council and it’s court deigns necessary to retrieve you.” Agathon spoke before sending the pair off much the same way they had been brought in.

Kasimir watched them leave and sighed. “Both deserve the full punishment, as far as I’m concerned. However it’s clear, for the most part, Lord Taro was negligent...except, it seems in the beginning of the torture.” It was a complicated case. “We also need to keep in mind the power vacuum that would occur should both be punished. We’ll need to beef up local MCU offices thanks to this case.”

“Agreed, however one has to remember that Brandon still has the potential to possess a psychic bond to his sire. Unless there is the potential to sever that without damage, then punishment to the full extent of the laws isn’t wise.” Alexander said speaking up for the first time since he had lain into the pair of vampires that had stood before the Council. “He’s right, and you’re right about the power vacuum.” June spoke as she nodded in agreement. “As much as I want to make them pay for the harm they’ve inflicted, we need to play this very carefully. For now I recommend sentencing them to at least fifty to a hundred years in Broadmoore, they can handle and keep those two separated easily.” She added while Agathon simply nodded. “Coffins are difficult to manufacture for what we’ve threatened… however there are other methods.” He said as he steepled his fingers in thought.

Fifty to one hundred years in Broadmoore was tantamount to being sentenced there indefinitely, given the conditions. Kasimir considered this. They would have ended up in Broadmoore after the coffins anyway, due to insanity.

“Broadmoore may be the best choice in this case. In the mean time, someone can work with Brandon to check for any potential psychic connection and break it.” Carefully, of course. Besides, it was likely a good idea to keep an eye on the young vampire, given his past and his connections.

He would rather the coffins regardless. “Still, there is the power vacuum to consider as well.” It was a dangerous thing, leaving the vampires to fill in the gap. Taro and Bel had ruled for centuries at this point. He didn’t know how long it would take for a newcomer to arise in power.

“And whom do you suggest Kasimir? Because in case you haven’t noticed.. We haven’t employed many psychics in the last few decades.” June commented plainly. She’d seen the records, few if any individuals were willing to apply or even undergo the training required. Instead they’d opted for more private sector or civilian jobs, preferring to blend in with many of the mundane. “The power vacuum.. Will be difficult to deal with, you’re correct. We can however force them to name their successors.” Agathon pointed out. “By naming their successors, we eliminate a good deal of the chaos.”

“We have time in finding someone.” he said firmly. “Even if we have to search the private sector to do so.” and he suspected that they would. June was right. When it came down to it, the only two psychics he knew of were victims of the two vampire lords.

“We’ll have them name successors then.” He agreed to that notion well enough. It was a good one and he supported less chaos. “And that should help lessen the chaos. There will still be in-fighting, but at a much lower level.” Which was good. MCU and the council didn’t need to deal with the amount of chaos the vampires could cause with ease.

“We’re in agreement then.” Alexander said with a brief nod. He wanted this over as much as the rest of them. “Time is something we have with this one thankfully.” June added knowing that one way or another that this psychic bond Brandon possessed with Bel would get severed. Thankfully they would be working with something other than a normal human’s life span. “All in favor of forcing Taro and Belial to abdicate and name their successors, as well as imprisoning both within the confines of Broadmoore, say aye.”

“Aye.” Was the answer from most everyone, Agathon, June, and Alexander included. The vampires would not be put to death, but they would most certainly wish they had been.

They had Kasimir’s aye as well. The solution felt lacking, but they were right. Brandon, never the most mentally sound of boys, did not need to undergo psychic backlash. Look at what happened with Sergeant Bronson, after all. The better part of two decades had passed and she was still mildly unstable at times.

“Good. Now should we call the pair back or?” June asked leaving the question open ended. Even as the more junior of the group, she knew her stuff and usually took just as much enjoyment as the others in letting the guilty hang themselves on their stories and lies. “We’ll have to sentence them sooner or later, as much as I know you gentlemen dislike it.” She wasn’t sure if that was a truth or not, but decided to err on the side of caution, hoping it was.

June gathered that Alexander would like to see Belial and Taro suffer, if only for the harm they’d brought to his wife. But, the immortal seemed to play his cards close, never really revealing what his next thought or move would be.

“Call them back, Agathon.” Kasimir said simply, not the one to work the spells that allowed the court to handle prisoners and the like. He may have the spells committed to heart by now, just from sheer repetition of hearing them, but he never used them himself. “We’ll sentence the pair and get this over with.” He needed a stiff drink after this trial. He hated listening to descriptions of torture, hated it more coming from the woman he could admit to himself at least, admiring deeply.

Agathon nodded as he uttered the words again, pulling the pair of vampires back into the court. “Lords Taro and Belial of the Dragon Court, the Council has now reached it’s decision.” He said as soon as the two appeared in much the same place as they had before. “As was stated earlier, should Council find you guilty, your fate will not be kind.” Agathon continued as he pulled a slip of paper out from beneath his vest and clearing his throat. “The Unseen Council here by orders you to name your successors and abdicate from the roles of Lord Ra and Lady Isis.” He announced. “In addition, the Council also finds you guilty on all accounts of infractions against the law; reaching beyond the borders of life, enthrallment of another, and assault on an officer of the Council. For this, you both will be imprisoned, separately, within the confines of Broadmoore until such a time as Council deems it necessary to release you.”

An eternity in the madhouse. He knew well what being sentenced to Broadmoore was. It was a life sentence, and vampires lived a long time indeed. There had only, to his recollection, been one person who had escaped that place and she had outside aid. No one came out of that place, and they were well suited to handling even powerful vampires. Quietly, he spoke.

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“Karim Oshidary.” He answered. “He would make a good Lord Ra, and has enough power to hold the court together.” Karim cared about the dragon court enough that he would ensure it remained into the next generations, and he had the power to back up his claim. Still, he was not the most powerful vampire in the court. The others simply were not leaders, not truly.

Belial looked to Taro, not happy. “You are accepting their sentencing?”

“We have no choice but to accept, my rose.” He said simply. “And I have no doubt that it was only this, and not death for the sake of our children.” He murmured, and pulled Belial close. “Behave, darling. Behave or it will be worse.” He warned the man firmly. He kept Bel against him as he looked up to the court, knowing they may not be allowed to remain so close in Broadmoore. No matter that Bel had certainly brought their lives down around their ears, he did adore his husband. “Traditionally, the new Lord Ra chooses his Lady Isis. However, it is my suggestion that Samira be chosen. She had the power to back up Karim, and a head for navigating social waters smoothly.” Bel sighed and turned and buried his face in his husband’s chest, clinging to him.

“Karim and Samira will be good leaders.” Bel admitted. “They don’t have our tempers either.”

June groaned inwardly at the announcement, this was either going to be a success or utter failure. Her bet was on utter failure knowing the temperament of the Dragon Court. “Very well, so be it.” She said with a nod to Agathon who had remained for the most part strangely silent throughout this whole thing. In all likelihood, the mage had his own thoughts and opinions about how this was being handled, and how he would have taken care of it himself. “I will say this and only this, a final death is too good for either one of you. You have willfully chosen to journey down the path that lead here, either by ignorance or simple stupidity; and I hope that your stay in Broadmoore, while it may not be enjoyable, that it encourages you to think.” The mage spoke coolly. This whole trial had been what amounted to a three ring circus, and he never wanted to see either one of them in the Council Chambers again; either for good or bad.

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The letters had appeared sometime in the night, and while most of them dismissed them as the work of a mad man, at least one Councilor was suitably concerned. June read the letter again, trying to grasp what the man meant. No one had possession of the person he desired. "That man is crazy." She muttered tossing the letter aside before reaching for the phone on her desk. The veil would be fixed soon, far as she knew the fae were working quickly towards that. "Who ever said we had this Matu person." June said to herself as she thought for a moment.

She did however know of Nadya, but that didn't mean she had possession or really even controlled girl. This was going to be a problem, as it appeared that there was some amount of cultural misunderstanding going on.

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Had it only been on one door, he would had dismissed this. Unfortunately, the sharp eyed councilor had noticed it on more than one, and had heard the whispers. Most of them would dismiss it, but even one mad man could cause entirely too much danger. To that end, Kasimir sought out June, whom was likely the only councilor to feel similarly. As often as they clashed, at least they agreed on some things.

He knocked on the door and opened it, standing in the doorway and holding up his copy of the letter. "I take it you received a note as well?" Everyone else had.

The setting changes from Mythical Crimes Council to The Arena

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Laura had dropped Nadya off earlier in the evening to get ready with the rest of the company, before heading back home to get ready and get dressed herself. The two tickets that Nadya had received were split between her babushka and Laura, who would sit in the reserved family section; with the rest of the group agreeing that paying for a box wouldn't be all that bad of an idea. The price had been reasonable, especially since there would be such a large group of them.

Catherine had just been released from the hospital the day previously, and had persuaded Alexander to come with her to the recital. Stating that just once they could do something normal that didn't involve work for either one of them.

June had reluctantly agreed to come, although she was distracted with the issues at hand that Council had refused to recognise.

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The music began, and Nadya, ready, joined the other three cygnets where they were waiting in the wings, each with nerves enough to render them all silent, each looking almost exactly the same as the others. There were meant to be identical after all. The dance began and the company dancers, the prince, all went on as their turns came, all dancing as their parts called.

The prince was celebrating his coming of age with his friends, and many peasant girls. His mother arrived, and informed him he should be wed soon, and so she had organized a ball for him. The celebration ended and the prince and his friend spotted a group of swans. They proceeded to hunt them.

Too soon, their part came on and the four danced on stage, hands clasped across each other’s bodies. In perfect unison they moved sideways across the stage, performed sixteen pas de chat sideways and up and down the stage, as they carefully moved, each the same as the others, and finished their dance by breaking apart and scattering to four corners, jumping as if to fly, only to fall gracefully to the ground and kneel there.

Done, the four girls joined the other swans in finishing the act, before they hurried backstage. Nadya’s eyes flickered out to the audience just a moment careful to remain in step with the others only for her to make it behind the curtains and peak out where she could not be seen.

“I-is that fire?” She whispered to the dancer nearest her. Coming in from the exit was smoke and the red-orange glow of fire. Eyes wide, she ducked fully backstage and sought out the stage manager. “Miss, miss, I think I saw fire.”

“Shush, little ballerina, and go join the other swans again. It’s just the glare of the lights.” She was instructed, the manager blowing her off entirely.

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They had all been suitably impressed with the work Nadya and other's had put into their roles. Especially what had gone into the four girls pas de chat and their roles as the cygnets. It wasn't the easiest thing to do, especially since the music moved so fast through the movement. Over all, the act had gone smoothly and they were all waiting for the next act to start when the vaguest scent of smoke began to waft through the auditorium. "Do you smell something?" Catherine asked turning to Alexander with a frown. "No?" He replied with a frown, rather unsure of what his wife was asking. "It smells like smoke, it's faint, but I smell it." She said assuring the other.

Meanwhile, Laura and Nadya's babushka were excitedly discussing how well Nadya had done. "She's spent so many hours in the studio!" Laura beamed.

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Nadya stared heatedly at the stage manager and hurried through the other ballerinas to find a stage hand. It wasn't like she was able to check. She found one and tugged on his arm. "Listen, I thought I saw fire at the exit across from the stage. Please, can you check?" She asked, looking up at him with big soulful eyes. Luckily, there would be no costume change for her.

The stag hand frowned and then nodded. "Alright, I'll go check. You'll miss your cue if you don't join the other girls in line though, so hurry over." He said and slipped out the back door. Nadya nodded and took her spot in line with the other dancers, now rather worried about fire.

Babushka beamed. "You can really tell. And she's so talented, to get a role as a cygnet too. I'm so proud of her." She was too, and she had clapped enthusiastically at the end of the dance fo the cygnets.

The fire had spread now. Each exit now had smoke seeping under it, a red orange glow visible in the cracks between the doors and their frames.

Nadya went on stage with the other swans and danced, only for the dance to fall apart rather rapidly as the other dancers noticed the fire now too. Eyes wide, Nadya stared, head on a swivel as she checked the exits. All the ground floor exits were on fire. Only of the older ballerinas called out, eyes wide. "Fire!" Why weren't the sprinklers coming on? Why hadn't the fire alarms rung! Nadya looked out to the exits and froze, uncertain what to do.

"Oh no..."

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"See, smoke." Catherine stated rather matter of factly to Alexander as she started to stand up from her seat. This was not the sort of thing she wanted to be doing right after getting discharged from the hospital. The fae had fixed the holes, rips, and other jagged tears in the veil while she'd been out, but it hadn't been an easy process. It was a difficult thing to mend and mend correctly, and if done wrong could completely change the fabric of reality. "So you're right. So much for a night at the opera." He said laughing at his own joke, while his wife shot him an annoyed look. "It's a ballet dear... there is a difference." Catherine chided her husband as she surveyed the burgeoning chaos below them.

"Right, right, of course dear.. I'll go take care of our little birdies down below, while you go with June and get everyone else out of here." Alexander said offering his wife a quick peck on the cheek before disappearing behind curtain separating the box seat from a corridor. His main goal would to be at least figure out how to get one of the exits open, and some of the people out that way before resorting to any other crazy tactics.

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Nadya swallowed and looked around. This wasn't time for panic. It was scary, yes, but she had been through scarier. "Hey." She tried, but none of the others were listening. Eyes narrowed, Nadya tried again, this time shouting. "HEY!" The other ballerina looked at her. "Go check the back entrances. Those lead straight outside, right?" One of the girls nodded. "Hurry, but don't run." Running got people hurt, that's what her teacher said. "If it's safe, someone come back here, and we can let the audience know."

So far the upper floors could still escape, she noticed, and hopefully make it all the way to the exits. There was no telling what the fire was like through those doors. Nadya grabbed two of the male dancer. "Come help me get the stage stairs out. If we can get out the back we can get the audience out the back too." She dragged the two over, working quickly. the stairs weren't wide, but they would let people join them on stage. The girl watched as the smoke built up. Much of the upper levels had disappeared already, or were leaving, but it looked like the lower levels were trapped.

The preteen bit her bottom lip. Her friends would be safe. There were on the upper levels after all.

The girl didn't know that the fire had spread to the stairs outside the lower levels, blocking off one stair case entirely.

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The fire raged.

The flames danced.

The smoke seethed.

A figure stood amidst the flames. It draped itself in dark and tattered robes. The fringes were frayed and wispy, as if woven from the acrid smoke of the fire. Though the embers lapped at the edges of the figure's robe, they did not burn. He shimmered in the orange and angry red light that bathed the hallway like a mirage, but the terrible void beneath his hood was too empty to not be real...

The figure sniffed. It sounded like the hiss of a snake or a raspy breeze in a cold graveyard. Thanatos could feel it. The threads of fate pulled at him - leading him to his quarry. He extended his scythe. Its shaft was dark, brittle, and scorched, while the blade shimmered with moonlight. An hourglass, ordained with silver filigree, hung from the scythe's head on a delicate chain. Pure white sand, like bleached ash or ground bone, trickled through the glass ornament.

The bottom was nearly full.

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"This definitely brings new meaning to yelling fire in a theater." Lex thought to himself as he quickly dashed down the arena's stairs. Pulling a handkerchief out of his pocket he covered his mouth from the smoke. "Someone call the fire department!" He yelled as he passed a group of people trying to make their way out of the arena. There wasn't much he could do from the inside, except hope to help unblock one of the stage exit doors. "Here, let me help." Lex said finding one of the male dancers struggling with the heavy stairs to the stage once he got down to the arena floor.

Between the two of them, and a few other by standers who had been enlisted to move them. "Everyone, on stage! If you've ever wanted to see this up close and personal, now's your chance!" He yelled over the din of the crowd.

Meanwhile, Catherine and June were going through checking the exits. They weren't supposed to be locked or chained shut, but it seemed that some of them weren't going to be budging by normal means. "This was planned." Catherine commented tersely to June.

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"Oh thank goodness. You came with Miss Catherine. Is she okay? Is Babushka okay?" She asked, fretting. The girl lingered to help people up the stairs. The stage stairs seemed to be the only one not on fire from where she saw. The girl licked her lips watching, terrified, but certain she could stay a bit longer and help. She swallowed and looked around, then paused and whirled, staring up near Catherine and June. Eyes wide she whispered. "Makru." She knew that aura, somewhere deep in her, the same place that she knew June because of that wasn't clear to her normally at all.

Makru was indeed there, calmly strolling through a set of doors that had been opened from the outside. With a smile, he ran his hand along the seats as he walked, seating each on fire. He walked toward Catherine and June, apparently calm.

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"They're all fine. Let's get you out of here." Lex assured her before ushering the petite girl back towards the rear of the arena. Watching the seats begin to catch fire, he frowned. "Alright everyone, I need you to move single file towards the exit. One at a time, no pushing, no shoving! We aren't in grade school anymore... okay well some of you might be... but still!" He said pointing towards a door at back that had been rammed open by a few dancers with a piece from the set. "Oh, and mind the gap!" Alexander added mentioning the possibility that what they had opened was a loading dock.

"Come on June, I don't want to stick around for this." Catherine said motioning for the Councilor to follow her towards the newly opened exit. This had not been her idea of an evening out, and it was beginning to feel like there was a target on hers and other's backs."Go on ahead Catherine, I'm going to make one last sweep for people." June replied shaking her head. "Besides which, better me than you."

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Nadya nodded and slipped out the back door, careful of the drop. She watched, worried, waiting until she heard her Babushka calling her name. Concerned, Nadya hurried to find the older woman, reuniting with her safely away from the the danger zone of the theater. "We better stay here, Babushka. They've gonna want to make sure all the ballerinas made it out safely." She said firmly, and hugged her friend.

"Of course sweetie. And we don't want to go anywhere without your family. Let's find your guardian, okay?" She assured the other, and they began to search the crowed for Laura, calling her name.

Makru smiled, pleased at them. "Go ahead, Warden." He said simply, close enough to be heard. "You've got little Matu to check on after all. Though your husband already made certain she got safely out." He kept his eyes on June. "Councilor Blackwelder." He greeted cheerfully. "Relax. No one will die tonight." Though the theatre would be badly damaged. "I have better control over my fire than that."

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"Die? Funny, because you've likely injured a couple hundred." June replied standing in front of Makru crossing her arms. These mages were beginning to get on her last nerve, especially when they'd attacked the arena, full of innocents. "As smart as you.. theoretically are, I'm surprised you don't remember the rule about non-combatants." She added tersely.

Catherine thought about contradicting Marku, but said nothing, and instead climbed the stairs to the stage and ducked out the door. "Well, that was an interesting dance recital." She said to Alexander while he helped her down from the loading dock. "Yeah, I never thought ballet would be so hot." He replied with a snicker. Bad puns and all, most of them had come out unscathed thankfully. "Lex, June said she was going to look for anyone else.." Catherine told her husband with a frown, unsure of how well this was going to turn out. "You worry too much Cat, she's fine." Alexander said squeezing his wife's hand reassuringly. Alexander knew that likely June would have little trouble with Makru, but if she did knew when to retreat.

"Nadya! Oh thank gods!" Laura said running over towards Nadya and her babushka.

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"Nothing serious, I'm sure. Modern medicine is a miracle, you know?" He said and laughed. The fire began to steadily die down, the seats extinguishing, and one my one the fires at the doors lowering to flickers, then to nothingness. The damage was extensive. "As much as I hate my father, orders are orders. and I do love fire."

He looked her over and sighed. "I was sent to bring a message. It's very melodramatic, in how he wanted it delivered. Hence, the fire." He grinned and jerked his thumb over his shoulder to indicate the damages. "Nadya Alexeev, formerly Matumaini, better be there tomorrow, or he'll unleash his sons - that's me and Kissare - upon the city's vital services."

Nadya beamed and hugged Laura once she arrived. "You're safe!" She declared, clearly happy. "That was super scary Laura. I don't like being in buildings that are on fire." It was a new dislike. "I'm glad you're okay."