[center][h1][b]Albert Prelati[/b][/h1]

Interacting with: Berserker ([@Grey]), Leon & Saber ([@vancexentan])[/center]

[center][h2]Jonathan's base of operations - 2:24 PM December 2nd, 2012[/h2][/center]

[hider]They all climbed into the elevator, packed shoulder to shoulder listening to the usual hotel mixtape. Albert was actually one of the few people who found elevator music relaxing, but in this case he couldn't help feeling irritated as he noticed Saber eyeing Berserker in that way a man often does when he wants something. Something in particular.

Grunting with annoyance, Albert awkwardly tried to squeeze his way inbetween her and Saber. Odd as it was, he didn't like the idea of other people flirting with his Servant. Something about it just seemed wrong. 

Finally, the elevator released them. Jonathan's room, they'd been told, was just down the hall. But when they arrived there, what they found was...

A bloodbath, and quite literally at that. Gore decorated the room, painting it with a fine scarlet-beige patte of finely liquidized human remains. Albert only wondered how much of it had come from Jonathan, before realizing Caster would've already dematerialized. It was [i]all[/i] his blood.

The smell was even fouler than the scene itself. Leon looked like he wanted to puke. And even as much as Albert wanted to say years of digging around in animal guts had dulled him to the sight of blood, this was... excessive. Sickeningly so. It took on a macabre sense of humor when he saw half of Jonathan's body just propped up on the couch like he'd exploded halfway through having a beer with this strange man... this Servant. Then he realized he couldn't find the other half of the body and he felt disgusted again. He held it in. 

[i]Zose swords are clean. 'E pulled 'im apart wiz 'is bare 'ands...[/i]

"Very well zen, you barbarian," he said, trying not to show his fear. "You want a challenge? We are more zan 'appy to provide one for you."

He didn't turn to Berserker, not daring to take his eyes off the man. But he made his instructions to her very clear. 

"Ma chère? [i]Go nuts.[/i]"

Albert started his incantation as a flock of fairies swarmed out of his pockets and formed a defensive grid around him, bound by contract to protect him while Berserker handled this new enemy. How fortunate it was that this grunt seemed to be working for that brat Togami. He'd give this man a taste of the Prelati family's power as a message to him. One he'd deliver in blood.

[i]"Écoutez-moi, perdues des catacombes,
Monte,
Monte,
Monte de ta tombes,
Lay vos rancunes aux pieds de la vie,
Obéissez à ma volonté et abattez mes ennemis sur les puits de l'enfer!"[/i]

The five-line spell took effect immediately, and a sickening atmosphere settled over the hotel, bridging the realms of the living and the dead. Dark shapes rose from floors, invisible to human eyes, but appearing to be nothing more than dark aggregates of amorphous energy in the eyes of magi, gaseous oil slicks whose touch felt like it could pollute your very soul. Wraiths. Dozens of them. 

Albert smiled. He knew hotels were a great place to find wraiths. They were natural gathering places for humans, and a vast majority of them had seen their fair share of suicides and murders. Including one very recent one, whose soul would have many grudges indeed. He had no sympathy for Jonathan. He hadn't known him very well, if at all. But Albert still felt some satisfaction in knowing he could help this spirit find some peace. Perhaps it was professional pride.

The fairies flickered around him, keeping watch throughout their contracted vigil. He could sense thirty-four wraiths had been summoned with fifty vertical and horizontal meters of the hotel. Not his best, but this hotel looked like it was a newer building in the area. With Berserker and Saber's assistance, thirty-four would be more than enough anyway.

He gave them the command to gather on the twelfth floor, then ordered three of his fairies to attack. Tiny as they were, they struck with the force of a bullet, and they were fast. Three was nothing but a distraction to a Servant, but a distraction was all he needed.
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