Reuel Ashcroft
~Fortuna City~
A thick fog pervaded over the old city, architecture from centuries past, classical and beauteous, carved out by skilled artisans of unknown origin. Statues of strange and unusual figures decorated the front of many large buildings and the streets were quiet as they always were, even with so many people walking about. This tucked away city held secrets going back even before its own founding, and with each passing night those secrets would be peeled away by it's blasphemous residents, and then washed to ash by the cleansing fire.
The sound of the church doors swinging wide open would bring all within to pay attention to the invader and interloper. What appeared to be a convent would turn their heads to him, and a priest of foreboding presence at the far end. Their eyes rested on the man in the black coat, with silver hair reflecting the dim sunlight of the outside world as the sun began to set, and eyes that hid a true nature.
"Who are you to disturb my sermon?" It was clear they didn't know who he was, but of course, he knew who they were.
"Ahhh, to be honest I've been hearing you guys coming here every week you know? I was too shy to join you guys, but today I've mustered up the courage, if I could have a seat for today?", his mannerism was affable, yet there was a veneer of condescension. He shrugged his shoulders as if shaking off the stiff tension of the situation. Of course, he knew what he was saying, this was not any normal convent and gathering... Every one of these people here were getting ready to brandish weapons and magic, the moment they heard him say he had been hearing them here every week.
"Every...?!" The words connected in the priest's mind, a blast of dark demonic magic flew from their hand. Cleanly it appeared to strike this mysterious newcomer, but as the attack cleared, the man still stood there, unaffected. A mysterious inky darkness disappearing from around him as the smoke cleared. A devilish smile forming. The entire convent was now getting up, brandishing weapons, some of them showing strange symptoms or exhibiting unusual appearances. The priest himself began to break out of his clothes as a black furred form began to take shape, wings of velvet and horns, a classical demon one might find on the front lines.
"I know not who you are, but you are a fool to have revealed yourself like this, we shall wi-...! Huh?" A single flash of black, like taking a freshly inked brush and doing one stroke across a canvas. The eyes of the ill-fated demon rested upon the man again, a black inky scythe in his hand.
"When did you...!?""Sorry, I'd let you finish, but it looked like you might make things messy. But don't worry, your precious convent is in good hands", the demon unable to utter yet another coherent word gargled and roared until he was nothing but dust and darkness. The attendees of this convent looked from their priest to the man at the door, fear rippled through their bodies.
"Don't even think about a change of heart, everyone here's gotta die. Loose ends and all that", and with little ceremony the closest few were cut down by a thin black blade, appearing only a moment, spattering blood to the next in line as they fell to the floor. Two small silver blades glinted from his hands as he got to work.
Hours later...
A scene of carnage sat before the small cloaked man, his eyes wide in shock, and then very quickly followed by fear. His eyes followed the blood and corpses, the destroyed benches, all mixed with empty cloaks and clothes and weapons, cheap and otherwise, as well as the signs of magic being used through marks along the walls and floorboards. Sat upon the altar where the priest used to... Exist... Was Reuel himself, despite the handiwork and bloody result, he appeared completely untouched, as if he had just appeared here among the carnage after the fact.
"Well, took you long enough, I had to entertain myself for a little while...", he dusted himself off and stood up, walking towards him.
"Of course, so long as your family is not involved in this cult, they are safe from me too... Well, now that you've seen this you know it's time right?" His tone was mildly threatening, the condition of their cooperation. He had something on all of his informants that let him bend them just a little. This man was but one.
"Y-yes... Mr Specter... ", he seemed to shrink away but it seemed to simply be his nature. This was Reuel's informant... Or at least, one of them. He has a couple others, but this one seemed to be the most reliable in the movements of the cult leader, and that was exactly why he had contacted him today.
"Very well, then go about your day as normal. When you see your great leader, simply activate this... And then run", he handed the man a small satchel, containing a bunch of what appeared to be silver marbles.
"Crush it in your hand and drop it, it will emit a unique smoke... Everything else is out of your hands", he pat the man on the shoulder before walking out, this church was hidden in the hills just within the city's perimeter, and so the view of the city of Fortuna lay before him. The sun was rising, and by next sunset there would not be a single KKK member alive.
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