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Broker stared at the soul stone, as it hovered above the pedestal in his home. His shone with unchecked, unbridled greed. It represented a shift in power. A new era. Around him, The circle of Greed was busier than ever, imps and other cretin hopped and skipped and climbed the walls and shells of warehouses worth of old scrolls, magical swords and rune inscribed bone totems. An Appalachian death beak was carted of to be handed to a midtwestern, necromantic cowboy. He was One of Brokers many c-list villains in training. Things were sliding into place. Some of the supernatural worlds most powerful and selfish creatures were seriously considering sitting down by a table and discuss business. This was an unprecedented move that had no equal in history. And Broker was not only part of it but heading the project. He had the idea almost a millennia ago, when the pesky influence of the Arthurian Round Table made pursuing the last of the druids an impossibility. That and pesky, powerful magicians not wanting a primordial evil get in on their business. That very dislike for direct business agreements was what had galled him then. Evil people were shortsighted, petty and arrogant. But no longer. Now it was those that dedicated themselves to the “long con” that ruled. 

Now the world could see the profit in working together. If banks and companies could move capital between them to better establish monopolies and grew filthy rich, why shouldn’t those of morally reprehensible representation move resources between themselves to become obscenely powerful. 

So much was happening. The world lulled itself in a sense of security, but their greed was off the chart. It fed him like never before. And with Metas crawling out of the woodwork, lowkey magical criminals felt as if they were stuck in arms race with exceedingly more extravagant vigilantes with genetically gifted powers. It was extremely good for business. 

“[color=ed1c24]Ah…[/color]” He looked at a paper put in front of him. “[color=ed1c24]It seems we got the first real contender for fool of the year.[/color]“ he said looking down onto the files. “[color=ed1c24]Who decided to call him “Rune'”[/color] Bookers asked as another imp fetched him a goblet of wine. “[color=ed1c24]Hmm. Lets see. He is a Fae Champion? To the King of the Elves none the less…[/color]”

He stroked his chin in curious wonder. “[color=ed1c24]Odette is dealing with Titania. So I cannot ask her to deal with this. Gods know she would be perfect to snub some uppity royalty. Where are you headed Johan…[/color]” His eyes narrowed. “[color=ed1c24]Nevada? Ah heavens tolling church bells! The last piece!? Does he know?[/color]” 

He gritted his teeth as he snatched a wayward imp and hissed. “Get me a scrier now. I need to know who is in Nevada and why.” He tossed the imp carelessly over his shoulder as he stared at daggers at the image of a bearded, very viking like man with disheveled hair and a rune inscribed trenchcoat.

When the scrier arrived the woman blinked her blind eyes. “You know it is hard to see into Nevada my lord. The Vampire has powerful friends. And you gave away the last of our holdings.” 

“[color=ed1c24]Not now Aashvani. Just look at the weaves. Look for a particularly strong one. One of arcane might. It should be headed that way. Tell me who are tied to him, who his allies might be.[/color]”

“I see…” She closed her eyes and her aura flared. “I see…. A blazing storm in human form, feytouched, yes, this is the Champion?”

“[color=ed1c24]Indeed.[/color]” Broker said dryly and not a bit impatiently. 

“He is a storm indeed. Satans blight, he draws threads fate around him like a Vortex” She said almost wistfully. Brooker rolled his eyes and lamented outsourcing vision and surveillance to the Circle of Lust. But what could you do, Greed scriers were so damn… greedy. 

“[color=ed1c24]Yes. And?  What does he seek?[/color]” 

“..He seeks a wolf before he journey towards Nevada.”

“[color=ed1c24]A wolf? A bloody werewolf? In vampire central. Ohhhh this must really get on Barrons nerves. But why that wolf. Last I checked, the mans best friend was a hexenwulf.[/color]”

“Yes. One with gifts. One that your big gambit have awoken early. His threads of fate are strong, golden, it grows ever brighter with every fate that is tied to his. A future leader…”

That made Brookers eyes to widen. “[color=ed1c24]Ah. An alpha.  That will be a problem. You said he is still growing, meaning he is young. That means he isn’t as wiley or experienced yet. I wonder if the current Van Hellsing would be up for adding another  pelt to his collection.[/color]” But Aashvani was not done. Her eyes stared into nothingness.
 
“Where the one known as Rune is a storm, Ben is calm. When they meet, I see.. A Great obstacle.”

“[color=ed1c24]Obstacle? A runt and an alcoholic faerie booty call? No, no I shouldn’t grow arrogance. Pride is not my sin to bear. If they are as you say. Then I guess I should do something before some ridiculous last minute alliance end up ruining my plans.[/color]”

“I see the sword in the stone… Fangs of Earth and the Wind… “ She kept speaking, unhearing or uncaring for her employers musing. This got Brokers attention. His nostrils flared, Greed incarnate stared at his scryer. Then he roared.

[color=ed1c24]“EXCALIBUR?!”[/color] His near roar shocked the demon out of her vision. Broker had a history with the British Isles and their former king. Under the romans, he was able to turns greed into the cataclyst of mass murder and the plundering of druids. Romans subjugated the lands and weakened the Faes influence to near nothingness in some parts. But the Arthur happened. Hundreds of years later, a upstart with a magical sword unwittingly reinforced the magic of the Isles. Bosted by the the devils son Merlin, England was no longer as easy to plunder.

“Y-yes” The scryer said, clearly understanding the rage of her employer.

[color=ed1c24]“LUCIFIERS BROODING BALLS!” He swore. [color=ed1c24]“That thing can actually HURT me.”[/color]  Seething he growled. “[color=ed1c24]Blueberry!”[/color]

[color=0054a6]“Yes Daddy?!”[/color] A bubbly, excited voice rang out from behind the Scryer who jumped from the sudden appearance of Brokers daughter. The blueskinned perpetual teenager was wearing what seemed to be half a hot topic store.

[color=ed1c24]“What on earth are you wearing?”[/color] He said, eyebrow raised. 

[color=0054a6]“You like it?” She asked, twirling around in place.[/color]

[color=ed1c24]“I guess it fits you, are you in a rebellious phase? Will I have to kill a bunch untalented moody musicians?”[/color] He smiled softly at her. 

[color=0054a6]“No, I just like the clothes. I am a more of a K-pop girl music wise.” [/color]

[color=ed1c24]“ Very well, I think I will do it anyways. I can’t stand them. K-pop huh? A music business that truly mass produce their stars after capitalistic principles. I approve. Now, fetch my overcoat. I have other business to attend.” [/color]

[color=0054a6]“Yes daddy!”[/color]