Keiko Yukiyama's Story

That lone eye zeroed on Bray's, narrowing slightly. "When you were assigned undercover, you didn't have a family, Brayden, so using that as an excuse just caught you in a lie."

"As an undercover agent of this department, you were expected to continuing to turn in reports by whatever means necessary until the assignment was called ended. I apologize that my predecessor forgot you, but by simply abandoning your post without informing us, you deserted your duty. And, given that you did so in secrecy, means you hadn't intended on checking back in at the office." Coldly stated and dryly spoken, the bearish man drilled in on James, his scowl deepening.

"As well, we still haven't found a trace of your partner assigned with you."

Leaning closer, Thaddeus glared down on the smaller man. "Where is he?"

Zosimos arrived via police cruiser to none other than a riot outside of the Wing City Police Department.

The sun had just set, and special accommodations had been made to facilitate the Trial of Zosimos by Wing City and the TNG. This was a hugely controversial trial. While the majority seemed to cheer and jeer for justice to be brought down on the neck of Zosimos, there were small groups of extremists who had come to support the elder vampire. A barricade had been set up to keep the crowd back, cops in riot gear staring stonily out into the crowd every few feet. Some of them were bigger and wore armor that didn't match the others- these were members of the Forces Vankoryth. Lest the allotment of the WCPD failed, they would be there to ensure Zosimos didn't escape.

The elder vampire of the Sangue di Bistreo, Zosimos, stood accused of a number of blasphemies, by a number of forces on Aslund and greater Terra. A part of this tickled Zosimos, to have all eyes on him. He didn't mind the hate. Unlike Casren, he relished it. They could hate him all they wanted. In his own mind, the vampire considered himself superior.

When Zosimos turned a member of the Van Helsing family against their will, it was applauded by many within the Vampire community. This was unfortunately after a treaty between mortals and vampires was made. Those who care about that sort of thing were mortified, upset, and called for justice. He didn't check the crowd to see if any of them were present.

As for feeding off of murders in territories under truce, who was to tell him what to do?

Last but not least, Zosimos figured it rubbed Daemala the wrong way that he was more politically strong than she. Not in this position, for certain. He was being scapegoated. There were many who advocated for the total takeover of vampires. The Masquerade was to be reimplemented was it not? Was he not simply behaving by the rules of the night?

The flashbulbs were so bright it was if the sun had made an appearance. He was lucky artificial light didn't burn his skin. With his head held high, Zosimos was ushered dragging chains by two large vampires. Back in the police cruiser, a sorceress in the front seat focused on keeping the magical weaves of suppression on Zosimos. He was to be booked, processed, and carted off to the courthouse for trial.

The mob roared as Zosimos and his escort disappeared into the Wing City Police Department.