Thread: Empire - City of Magic (Black_Out and darkest_fate)

In the dimmed soft light of a tucked away windowless conference room a solitary silhouette sat in a plush leather chair before the oval table that was swept with old parchments etched with primal magics. He was secure in his privacy within the confines of his locked down, magically enchanted and protected abode that doubled as a private law firm that specialized in criminal defense. The goat like mask of some fierce beast with spiraling horns that tightly clung to the side of its shape wouldn't of been worn otherwise. Stacks of information, mainly pertaining to real estate and crime logs were mixed into the archaic jumble of time stained papers sprawled out before the silken black gloves that fitted snug around his hands. Some dated far back into the city's past. Recalled the accounts of serious crimes and the gruesome details of foul events that had occurred throughout Empires history. He was currently reading over a file that detailed a mass gangster styled execution from the roaring fifties. It's location fit perfectly into the sequence needed to complete the desired end of their workings. The malignant energy that lingered there from the brutal shooting squad that gunned down over a dozen members of their own family that had betrayed their Don were certain to provide the needed latent energy. It would be a perfect fit for their third such venture. The second had been finished within the past week. In the bowels of some night club they anonymously had rented out for the weekend. No one saw them come or go, in fact the owner had no idea who had even rented the place out. The offer came, the grounds of the arrangement had been established, and when the owner saw the offered amount he didn't hesitate to accept. Sure it was strange, but doing shady dealings was part and parcel in Empire City. If you wanted to make it, you didn't look a gift horse in the mouth and you sure as hell didn't care what their intentions were. Little did the owner know that within that very cellar under his electro thumping popular club dance club was a horrific history. There wasn't much notice of the brothel that had existed there two centuries ago. But the Cult of Horns had so many methods of discovery at their disposal that it was only matter of time before they traced that plot of lands lineage far enough back to find what they were looking for. Slavery was a thing back then, and fresh off the boats women were brought in from foreign shores for exactly that reason. The brothel, funded by the wealth of a few elite made sure the place was well stocked with exactly the types of women they sought. It didn't help the girls that came to call the whore house their home that one of the men who paid for their acquisition happened to have a taste for whipping girls raw. More then a few passed away from the festering infected he wounds he left them with. That was more then enough for the cult to be satisfied that the location would work. With the first of two already established, three remained to be finished, and all that was needed to tie it all together was something pure, virginal, and corrupted. The etched sigils and glyphs that had been placed would see that someone of such a fitting quality would be drawn to their call. Little did the cult know that it would be found and answered by a magician of considerable talent. They would know soon, the soft glow of a red dot that emerged from the wall across from the masked cultist was alerting him the very moment it happened. His eyes focused on the glowing magical signal that appeared around the top central peak of the pentagrams form which had been scrawled carefully across a map of the city hanging from the wall. Beneath his mask the lawyer grinned ear to ear, the conduit had arrived and the demon that waited for her had done its appointed duty. Faint murmurs of strange incantations fell from the lips of the masked cultist. Fingers drenched in black silk danced and shifted. Powers he knew well were formed and for a moment a visage of the one so chosen appeared, gasping in the center of the pentagram. He knew the face, was aware of the family and their prideful abundantly talented sexy little protege. What a perfect choice his inner thoughts mused, pleased with the outcome.