[Neforie Mansion, Monoceros Keep Outskirts: 10:30 PM, 3rd of Before Witching, Year 426]

An old man with a white slicked hair and dressed in a red suit walked around and with a cane. He was holding a book of the Umbral Arts and hearing a knock on the door. He wondered who could be calling his attention at this time of the night.

" Qu'est-ce? (Who is it?) " he asked.

" Sénateur Neforie, vous avez un visiteur. (Senator Neforie, you have a visitor.), " a female voice calmly echoed. " Il veut te voir. (He wants to see you.) "

" Laisse-le entrer. Il pourrait être quelqu'un d'important, pas ces pitoyables garnements. (Let him in. He might be an important person, not those pitiful whelps). "

Slowly the door opened as an Aldernian man in his late thirties strolled in. He wore a pinstripe suit of red and black, white gloves and the hat of a carnival barker. As the man approached, he bowed in a courteous fashion.

" Bonsoir, monsieur Itna, " the elderly Foranean politician nonchalantly greeted and warmly smiled at his guest." How's everything? Any report of your recruitments and those crime sprees they have done? "

Itna smirked, " Why have doubts, Senator? How can you doubt me of all people, good sir. Unlike the competition, I, Tsirhc Itna, get the job done or your Creds back."

" Well, I have heard from our resources which there are  nonsensical bottom dwellers who escaped from our radical group. Madame Sheeva wanted to exterminate those traitors, especially that Chergarian Orange man! I influenced him to return to his country and serve the war against their enemies, but he failed. Again, I had recruited him to become one of us, but he disobeyed. I asked Grilda to dispose him for good, " he infruriatingly answered. " The Umbral Lords and Ladies won't be pleased if we recruit another failure! "

Itna could see the Ordrè de Damokles leader and Foranean senator was flushing and electrifying in anger. Then, he produced a cane out of thin air and leaned forward on it chuckling.

" No need to worry, Senator. My array of freaks will get the job done. My newest recruit is rather deceiving but has a strong work ethic. "

" Tell me, who is it? " Senator Neforie asked and cocked his eyebrows.

" Who is redundant so is what... I could explain but I don't want to give up the ghost so to speak, " Itna replied frowning slightly.

" Spare me the details, monsieur Itna."

" In my line of work, I find that details get in the way of the show, " Itna replied rolling his eyes. " As I said details..who needs em."

Tsirhc Itna backed away slowly noticing the look Neforie was giving him. The Umbral Foranean senator became very unamused and crossed his arms, defiantly raising his left eyebrows.

" I don't get what you mean, unless I have a plan..." Neforie sternly spoke and grabbed a latest issue of the Foranean lifestyle magazine, showing the richest and influential people of the country. Itna curiously looked at the pages which the elderly senator had flipped them, showing images and articles of entrepreneurs, scientists, politicians, celebrities, and mages. Then, he continued explaining, " Perhaps, we can make something out of it! I'm thinking if we can spot more victims by setting up a party for them. Then, we can bring our members to infiltrate and rob them. " Neforie also looked around and took out the newspaper article of the Blue Knight." Once this man comes into the fray, we will have him fall into our trap! "

Tsirhc Itna clapped his hands, impressed by Neforie's genius, and happily remarked, " Well, senator. You're in luck my latest hire for this job is a two for one special as both the problem and the solution! "

" Interesting..." he smirked." Well, we can make this plan work, Itna! Our camarades and the Umbral cult are waiting for our results to make Foranea to be part of the Chergarian Empire. We just need to eliminate one of their so-called freedom fighters of Foranea including the Blue Knight! "

" Indeed, time for a masquerade performance, " Tsirhc itna said smirking evilly as he tipped his hat.

" Definitely..."

" Then, operation snake in the grass is go? "

" Of course, monsieur, but I have someone to introduce you, " Neforie smiled.

Just then, a shy young blonde boy curiously peeked at doorway. His father turned his attentiomn to him. Itna looked at the boy who curiously tilted his head.

" Ani...don't be shy..." he called him out. " Papa is talking to a friend here..."

" And uh who is this charming young lad? " Itna asked in a cheerful manner as he clapped his hands making doves appear then turning into confetti.

" Papa, who is he? " he shyly asked.

" Oh, I forgot to introduce him to you, monsieur Itna. This is my son Anakin Benjamin Neforie, " the senator introduced. " Ani, this is Tsirhc Itna, a rich con-artist from Alderny and also an Umbral Believer. "

Anakin looked apprehensive at the Aldernian man. He started to summon a tall hulking tiefling warrior with symbol of III. The tiefling warrior was about to attack Itna. Itna turned in surprise and then stared at the tiefling warrior with a dark look. The tiefling warrior looked apprehensive and backed away seeming to feel overwhelmed by sudden fear. In the warrior's eyes, the man grew massive and became a horrifying eldritch being.

" Anakin, you're not supposed to play with your imaginary friends at my visitors! Stop summoning them! " Neforie scolded angrily.

" J-je suis desolè, papa, " Anakin sadly bowed and made the tiefling warrior disappear.

Tsirhc Itna fell to his knees breathing heavy and exclaimed, " That is...a... interesting ability! I have never...seen... anything like..it! "

" I should have talked to Docteur Moreau about my boy, " he sighed sadly and crossed his arms.

" Conjuring an illusion as strong as I did is not easy...." Itna sighed tired and got up slowly cracking his back.

" I know. I trained Anakin to be a conjurer out of his nightmares. There are times he can be uncontrollable. "

" Someone can do that?! The best I've ever achieved in a close to the bracket is this! Those student and alumni mages from Odyssea Academy are utterly useless! " Itna looked surprised and loudly laughed. Then, he summoned a dark flame it gave of mid level negativity.

" I asked him to conjure the grim reaper to execute Porcher in prison. "

" Papa?! You asked me to kill a prisoner! " Anakin widened his eyes in shock.

" Oui, mon garçon. Monsieur Porcher is nothing but a failure. Perhaps, you can summon the reaper to the Jørgensen family very soon. I will need your help as well. "

" Non, Papa! Killing people is very wrong! I don't want to kill them! "

The elderly politician loudly laughed upon hearing his son's words and found him too ridiculous. Neforie's eyes dimmed and turned black, angrily glaring at his son. Anakin stuttered in fear and slowly stepped back. Tsirhc Itna leaned down and patted Anakin on the head comfortingly.

" Listen, young chap. Killing is an ugly business, I feel ya. But if Porcher had not died, he might have attempted to hurt your dad. You did not kill porcher. You protected your papa, " he assured him leaning on his cane.

" Did I do good for papa, monsieur? " Anakin asked curiously.

" You protected him valiantly, young master. "

" I did?! "

" You are a hero. Your father is old and needs you to be helpful. He is not as spry as he once was and could really use the help, " Itna replied, smiling widely.

" Sacrè Bleu! I am hero! That means I'm better than the Blue Knight and his friends! " Anakin happily beamed.

" Of course, you are. " Neforie intently smiled at his son and hugged him. " You are better than anyone else, Anakin. "

[SEVENTEEN YEARS AGO: NULSHAFF, ALDERNY: 9:45 PM]

In a dim underground basement, a calming female operatic singer's soprano voice echoed around the place and emanated from a long playing phonograph. A fair skinned and dark haired Foranean man in his mid-fifties busied himself doing his autopsies and experiments to the deceased which he spent such excessive hours. He had a splatter of blood on his clothes and pair of gloves. To keep himself awake, he took a cigarette and puffed while working on post-mortem activities on mutilated bodies. Suddenly, he heard a knock on the metallic door. The Foranean doctor angrilly puffed and placed down his instruments on the surgical table.

" Bonsoir, who is it?! Why have you come here without any advice?!  " the man heatedly asked.

A deep male voice with a smooth Aldernian accent answered, " I am looking for Doctor Teridax Moreau of Foranea. I require your services. "

" Obviously, you are talking to me, monsieur, "  Moreau sternly spoke. " Now, what do you want?! "

" I need to talk to you first, sir. "

" Fine, come in. Don't you ever dare to touch my cadavers and samples here! If you do, you will be one of my collection! "

" Understood, sir. "

Moreau opened the door and let his visitor enter his lab and morgue. The visitor happened to be a grey skinned tiefling man with a pair of wings. He was wearing a formal suit and a bowler hat. He politely bowed at the doctor and grinned, showing his sharp teeth.

" My apologies, doctor. I have not introduced myself. My name's Jack Skinner. Everyone calls me, Spring-Winged Jack. I have heard of your murderous and skirmish back in your homeland, " the tiefling man nonchalantly spoke.

" You must be the terror of Nulshaff and Alderny's most wanted kidnapper and rapist. How can I help you? "

" You see, Doctor, " Jack chimed. " I have decided to work with you since you have mutilated your victims in your country. "

" Yes, this is how I lost my medical license and left teaching at the University of Foranea, two months ago, " Moreau answered and raised his right hand in interjection. " Those people found my true intention as a murderer, but my deep passion for the deceased and anatomy pushed me so hard in order to worship Lord Milo and His Umbral Hosts. "

" Such zeal for the Umbral Gods and Goddess, I'm pretty sure they will honor your work, " the tiefling grinned and replied. Then, he changed his topic. " I was wondering if you will be interested with women that I have abducted and raped. "

Moreau curiously tilted his head, took out another cigarette for himself to smoke, and turned on his lighter. The unlicensed doctor puffed and deeply thought of the tiefling man's offer. Jack crossed his arms and waited for any response.

" Where did you kidnap them? " he asked.

" On the streets, of course. "

" Hmm, impressive, " Moreau intently smiled and removed his cigarette on his mouth, puffing some greyish-white smoke. " I would like to do such procedure of yours before dissecting and mutilating them. "

" Perfect, would you like me to assist you then? "

" I would like to suggest something, monsieur. "

" What is it? "

" Don't do any sexual assault on the female victims, " the mad unlicensed doctor sternly spoke.

" Why is that? "

" My intention is to make every parts of the body before preservation. It's like your presenting a special offering to the Umbral gods and goddesses. "

" So, it's like an Umbral ritual? "

" Of course, " Moreau nodded. " If you follow what I have asked, then we can work together. Understand? "

" Right, " Jack nodded back and understood. " I will do what you have told, doctor. "

" Très bien, monsieur, " he offered his visitor another stick of cigarette. " Have a smoke. We can discuss further about my procedures. "

[Moreau Residence: Place Loggen, Monoceros Keep, Foranea: 11:03 PM, 3rd of Before Witching, Year 426]

" So, a party, Senateur Neforie? " Moreau puffed while talking at the other person over the phone. " Should I come along with my other people here? "

" Non, you still need to continue your killing spree. I will also need your goons to infiltrate the place, " Neforie answered. " But we do have another back-up and a possible recruit from monsieur Itna, he doesn't want to tell any details. "

" Sounds mysterious, " the old man commented and looked at his people including Jack Skinner who were talking and laughing with them. " Fine, Neforie. I will let anyone join the party, but if ever you have an interesting experiment that needs to be abducted. Please allow me to have one. "

" Moreau, are you even growing tired of dissecting and mutilating other species? " the senator asked.

" Non! " he instantly answered and loudly laughed like a madman. " The great Umbrals are pleased to give them a work of art which I have been doing it for years! I don't think it's a hindrance for them! "

" Well, then. Continue your experiments and we'll continue supplying them for you. "

" Of course, I'm looking forward for it, merci. "

The call ended when the other people turned their attention to him. Moreau sternly glared at them and crossed his arms.

" Are you people supposed to find me other victims not chattering and laughing around?! " he furiously asked, showing his scalpel.

Along with Jack Skinner, the two Chergarian couple Roodaka Adder and Nidhiki Hethiss turned their attention to him and nervously chuckled.

" Ah, Herr Doktor! " the man named Nidhiki grinned. " We are just laughing at Spring winged Jack's joke! It's about how we can crush Foranea and its heroes! "

" Ja wohl! "  Roodaka nodded and ceased her laughter. " We want it to happen very soon as Chergaria will take over, ja? "

" You impatient fools, " Moreau rolled his eyes to his dismay and sighed. " Senateur Neforie is in the process of doing it along with our higher-ups and our brothers and sisters of the Umbral cult! We, Ordrè de Damokles members, must follow what they are being asked! "

" Our continuous crime sprees are just one of the signs of rebellion against the Foranean government, " Jack shrugged. " Even the police and their allies won't do a thing against us. "

A tall and pale skinned Akrovian male Leanan Sidhe wearing dark clothes named Vamprah Chernoff listened at the conversation and emotionlessly nodded in agreement.

" Do you have something more to say, mein freund? " Nidhiki asked Vamprah.

" Nyet. (No.) "  the Leanan Sidhe man simply spoke.

" Fine, have it your way, silent Akrovian! You're no fun! " the Chergarian man retorted and snickered.

Vamprah sternly glared at Nidhiki and angrily clenched his fists. He wanted to violently hurt his colleague. Nidhiki looked at him in fear and chuckled nervously.

" Nein! Nein! Please don't hurt me, Vamprah! I don't mean to offend you! I'm just kidding! Come on, mein freund! It's just a joke! "

" Enough clowning around, Nidhiki, " Moreau deadpanned. " All of you are just wasting your time. Neforie doesn't want you to idle around or else we will not be helping our fellow Umbrals! Do you want to die just like Porcher? "

Nidhiki let out a deep sigh and bowed his head in shame. Just then, there were other two Chergarian men who arrived. The others turned their attention to the newcomers. They brought two women as their captives.

" Messieurs, why do you bring them? " Moreau asked.

" Herr Doktor, we have come from Frau Sheeva. She asked us to bring them to you as your experiments, " the taller one named Antroz Weber answered.

" Ja, she has found them they are trying to escape, " the other man with a medium height named Chirox Fredrich replied. " We killed the widow's husband as we have placed his body for you. The other woman here is another traitor of the Umbral Cult. "

The two women were being tied-up and moaning in fear. They were being threatened by their captives. Moreau evilly grinned and fixed his glasses, approaching them.

" Is that so? " he asked.

" Ja wohl, "  Chirox and Antroz answered in unison.

" Bring the widow to me first. Then, put the 'traitor' into the dungeon. "

" What will you do to the widow, Herr Doktor? " Antroz asked curiously.

Moreau intently smiled at the grey haired woman who was weeping and moaning in fear. Then, he touched her face and kissed her neck. The other, a brunette woman was loudly and angrily mumbling at him. The elderly unlicensed doctor ignored her and instantly carried the widow.

" Don't tell me, Doctor Moreau! " the Aldernian tiefling exclaimed. " Are you going to-- "

" You can take the other one, Jack, " he seriously answered. " I have some extra special business before doing the main purpose. You know what I mean. "

" Of course, " Jack nodded no furiously and grinned at the other woman, carrying her away.

[l'Empereur, Place Loggen, Monoceros Keep, Foranea: 11:19 PM, 3rd of Before Witching, Year 426]

At this time of the evening, there were pub patrons coming and going. There were jazz musicians playing an upbeat music and a female singer who accompanying them. The waiters and bartenders busied themselves serving their customers from all walks of life with food and alcoholic beverages. Some of them brought women from the streets to have late supper or midnight snacks. There were other customers who were just hanging around, talking, and laughing which they enjoyed their glasses of beer and wine.

Just at the most distant corner of the bar, there was a man in wearing a fedora hat and dark glasses. He had a long grey scarf wrapping around his neck. If someone would approach him, they would be frightened to see his facial features. His right side was burnt badly with open wounds and wrinkles. In the left side of his face was smooth and pinkish normal skin. The man was drinking two to three glasses of red wine and smoking his third stick of cigarettes. He was looking at his watch and waiting for any action he could do.

Killing time and watching the patrons, he recalled the day when he terrorised the medical staff and the patients at a former clinic. It was Doctor Amnon Joseph Montmartre who confronted and casted an electrifying spell on him that caused a third degree burn on the right side of his face. The man wanted to take revenge against him and make him pay for what he had done.

He looked around as the green-haired dwarven bartender and owner approached him. The man heatedly glared and indignantly asked, " Que veux-tu?! (What do you want?!) "

" Henri, tu dois payer ta dette! Vous nous devez 2,250 Creds! Oh pour l'amour du ciel, quand allez-vous payer ça?! (Henri, you need to pay your debt! You owe us 2,250 Creds!  Oh for Heaven's sakes, when will you pay this?!) "  the dwarven man angrily spat and showed the bill to him. " Ne me dites pas, vous ne pouvez pas payer! Tu vas attendre la guerre des Cieux et des Ombres et gagner de l'argent pour me payer, hein?! (Don't tell me, you can't pay it! Are you gonna wait for the war of the Heavens and the Umbrals and gain money to pay me, eh?!) "

" J'attends qu'Itna me paie! Et puis, je réglerai cette dette de ce maudit établissement qui est le vôtre! (I'm waiting for Itna to pay me! And then, I'll settle this debt from this damned establishment of yours!) "  Henri sternly answered.

" Oh mec! J'ai entendu partout la même excuse, Henri! J'aurais appelé les flics. Non, voyons s'ils peuvent vous forcer à me payer! (Oh, boy! I have heard the same excuse all over, Henri! I would have called the cops. No, let's see if they can force you to pay me!) "

The dwarven bartender loudly laughed at him and found his customer and debtor very ridiculous. The two faced man, Henri Dupont quickly released his pistol and pointed it to his victim. The dwarven man instantly raised his both hands and became threatened. He was sweating and shaking in fear. The customers and the bar staff were afraid to see what was unfolding between the mad assailant and the bar owner.

" S'il vous plaît, ne me tirez pas dessus ! Vous pouvez payer à tout moment ! D'accord?! (Please don't shoot me! You can pay anytime! Okay?!) "  he tremblingly begged and gulped.

Henri instantly grabbed the owner, still pointing the gun on his head and turned to the others yelling, " N'osez pas tous appeler les flics sinon! Je vais vous tuer, vous et n'importe qui d'autre ici! (Don't you all dare to call the cops or else! I will kill you and anyone else here!) " 

(RP at the first part with BrandonToy)

(Valfor Neforie and Tsirhc Itna belongs to BrandonToy)

(Dr. Teridax Moreau, Roodaka Adder, Nidhiki Hethiss, Vamprah Chernoff, Chirox Fredrich, and Antroz Weber from Knightfall077)