Thread: Demonomania (for Omerta and I)

The two men walked into the great hall of the castle, dusting off the little bit of rain that hat hit his shoulders. Alexander was half tempted to walk back outside and enjoy the rain, but Markus grabbed his arm as a warning. Not that he needed to. It felt like he had to stay here, that something important would happen very, very soon, and he would be lost in time if he wasnt here. They turned to face each other, nodded, and reached into their cloaks, pulling out their masks and putting them on immediately. Markus wore the plumage and face of a phoenix, bright reds and golds that shimmered in the light inside the castle. Alexanders mask was that of a wolf, the tuft used to look like fur dark, his blue eyes accented by the faux fur and protruding nose. As they walked into the main hall proper, they spotted a man gaining the attention of the crowd. A hush fell over the people as they looked towards the main staircase, as the princess and her sister came down towards their guests. Everybody bowed down in honor, except for Markus and Alexander, who simply watched on, gaining some sideways glances from those nearby. Their own power was evident to those close enough to feel the almost aura-like presence of the two. Even then, Markus turned to look at Alexander, who had fallen a step behind before stopping, looking towards the staircase. Alex. Markus said, turning fully and putting his hand on the others shoulder. It was a moment before Alexander turned to face Markus. A hesitant smile graced his face before moving off, looking through the crowd for seemingly nothing, followed by Markus. It wasnt long before Alexander went to hovering at the corner of the party, Markus fluttering around with the energy of a human princeling learning of his subjects. It was about a half hour in before Markus came back towards him, with a woman under both arms, both of them looking up at the phoenix visage with warm wishes. He shrugged off the two of them before moving closer to Alex, so they could talk without being overheard. So what was that about? Markus said, using a language that the two of them had made a few hundred years ago just to make sure nobody would listen in. Alexander simply nodded his head up, towards Sharyn. Her. Markus looked up at the princess, who was halfway across the hall. Oh? I see. He moved closer, speaking in almost a whisper. So, was it a premonition, or? Alexanders head bowed slightly, his eyes closing. Both. The silence was thick enough for a moment that it could be cut with a knife. Markus knew the seriousness of the situation No Vampire in known history had both occurrences happen before. I see He finally said, his tone becoming serious, almost gravely so. Then, I suppose that its about time that I assist you as you have assisted me in the past. Markus shot Alexander a smirk before moving off into the crowd. Alexander almost scowled at Markus words. He liked to do things on his own when it came to such serious things. The idea that someone else would try to help him with something that he should do on his own was almost insulting to his ego. But he shrugged it off after a moment, heading to a adjoining area, finding a balcony where he could rest in clean air, watching the rain coming down heavily. He leaned against the railing, watching the rain fall just out of reach, blocked by a overhanging section. Markus made a slow beeline towards Sharyn, bowing down low before addressing her. Princess Cassidy, I have a missive from Alexander Dalmascus De Vaux. He would like to see you at your first opportune moment. He bowed down again before walking off towards where he knew Alexander was, following their mental link. He didnt even give Sharyn a moment to ask him a question, figuring that it would be better that she found Alex as soon as possible.