Step 1: Weed Out the False Servants - The Rise of a Different Sort of Danger (Closed)

She was dressed in a long black dress her hair being held back by a black head band that matched her black clothing she had decorated with flowers along her hip. This dress was one of her own creations designed for a doll that never came to be. She placed the dress in the back of her closet, wrapping it up in plastic to save for later.

Occasionally, she’d unwrap the dress and tinker with it, adjusting it so it could fit her like a glove. She had been saving this for a big occasion, but had not thought to use it so soon.

However, it seemed that many things were moving around her that she could not quite deal with on the level she wanted to, so like a good girl she had to take care of things another way. She patted her dress and straightened her head band before making her way down stairs and calling a cab. When the cab arrived she entered the vehicle, made one stop at a specialty plant shop, and then directing the driver to park in the back of a church like building, she leaned innocently over the seat. Using a hidden knife, she slit the unsuspecting man’s throat and then tucking away the knife, she left the man to die. She would come back to collect what meat she could from him, but for now she had a mission to do.

Making sure to clean away all traces of blood upon herself, the girl grabbed the strange mask she had with her from the purse she carried and placed it on her face making sure to secure the horned skull over her nose and mouth. She wanted nothing of her face to be exposed. Once the mask was secure, she grabbed the strange bouquet of mostly green plants and headed around the front part of the church. She would keep her head bowed as if she was simply a drifter that had come from an ally and was now coming to the church with an offering….herself.

You see, she had been doing her research well enough while she waited for the day to become her full self once more. She heard the talk of the angels, saw the tears to her home, and heard the whispers of dangers running along the island. Amidst all this she heard of a group calling people to their god, known as the House of Peace.

They were a group of masked people that were said to worship the god of chaos himself, but after digging through the data she could find and spying on the current members of this following, she found herself highly disgusted at what she saw. A house of amateurs that insulted her creator's very name. Pitiful creatures that deserved nothing except death and death was exactly what they would get.

She moved down the ailse where the fools kneeled and prayed their false prayers. It was time to see if her father would answer them. Kneeling before the large alter in front of the church, she went through the movements of prayer before getting up and taking her offering of flowers to the large fire place built into the center of the raised floor. She dropped her flowers in there and then backed away sitting in the middle row of pews with her head bowed pretending she was praying silently, but in reality, she was watching as the burning flowers began to fill the room up with their scentless and poisonous gas, her mask filtering out the toxins and leaving her safe as slowly but surely, the people in the church began to choke and cough. Some tried to run, but never made it to the door as their body only weakened quicker from the movement.

It took two hours for all the coughing an moaning to end, the room becoming full of dead bodies and the scent of decay. When she thought she was all alone, she stood up only to hear the hiss of the fire go out. Looking up at the alter she saw a tall and thin man wearing an odd sort of mask painted like a smiling clown’s standing there pouring a bucket of water into the pit, quickly destroying the gas from the flowers. When all the water was gone and only the dim lights of the church’s candle remained, he dropped the bucket to his side and said,

“I’ve been waiting for you Angel of Chaos. Please…help me cleanse this world of its sins with the power you used to cleanse this house of the false followers,” the man said his voice deep and radiating with insanity and yet some degree of control. While her father’s mark was not fully upon this one, Arianna could see him as tool in things to come. Why else would he survive her cleansing?Walking over to the other, the Drifter would approach the man who automatically dropped to his knee before her with his head bowed. She paused and looked over at him with cold eyes.

“Come my brother, you are no longer bound to the fool that put you up to this. You are now under my wing. We have much work to do if we are to correct the mess caused by the humans here,” she said before drifting past him and heading towards the back door. The man hummed in acknowledgement before getting to his feet and leaving the tomb that was the church.

That night, a particular antique shop in Old Town was set aflame and while the ones who resided there managed to get out safely, it did leave the trio homeless for the time being. The culprit was never caught and the only clue that was found after the inferno was a strange skull with blood tears running down its face.

Interestingly enough, an identical skull was found in the church when police were called into investigate a strange stench coming from the building where the people had been collected. While nothing was gained from the skulls, the events along with other things happening had the island of San Malarus murmuring in fear and tension. Who was doing all this killing and attacking? And why when things were already chaotic enough? Was this just a murderer on the lose or was whoever was behind these stunts stirring the chaos even more for their own amusement?

~ Phase 1 Ended. The House has crumpled and the angel of chaos has arrived. Perpare thy self for the cleansing to come. ~