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[color=CDBD2B][b]Time: [/b][/color]Morning
[color=CDBD2B][b]Location: [/b][/color]Streets of Ember Grove
[color=CDBD2B][b]Interaction: [@princess][/b][/color][/center]
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The Children of the Black Moon died alongside Rachel Bromberg, and were resurrected as the Disciples of the Dark Pact. Lucius had gathered the members of the Black Moon and announced the murder of Rachel by an insidious vampire. Their minds already twisted from the dark spells he had been having them practice, it was child's play to manipulate them into his command. Their grief and fury were forged into a steeled resolved, shaped by his hands alone. No longer was it enough to simply catalog and explore the nature of the dark arts, the Disciples would use the forbidden knowledge they have accumulated to push for their dominance over the lives of humans, vampires, and werewolves alike. Of course, they would be bidding their time. The more they delved into the dark rituals Lucius had provided them, the more they would fall into  corruption and hate. They had no idea of course the exact repercussions of the path Lucius was sending them down. For Le Coven Éclairé, they were an obstacle that would need to be navigated carefully. Their strict regulations regarding dark magic would put them at odds with his new coven of dark mages. Ideally, they could persuaded to join the Disciples crusade for witch superiority. That outcome seemed incredibly unlikely.

These thoughts and many others coursed through his mind as he walked down the sidewalk. A bit more distracted than usual, he almost didn't notice the young woman with the snow white familiar walking towards him. This one was bold indeed [color=CDBD2B]"Excuse me miss."[/color] He began [color=CDBD2B]"I couldn't help but notice the adorable ferret you have. I used to have one [b]just[/b] like it. There's just something magical about having one as a pet."[/color] His keen eyes never failed him. It was likely she was a witch but she was not a part of his coven, that much was for certain. That was enough to make him curious about the witch's identity. The longer he had a change to examine her, the more he slowly began to grow disgusted with her soft appearance. Little did he know the witch who had spotted in the cafe yesterday was tied to this one as well.

What would be required to force her towards the dark arts? Did she have any family? They were always great motivators he found. People would do anything for the people they love, even falling into the deeps depths of which there is no escape. That made him feel just the slightest nostalgic of when times were much simpler. Would she catch on that he knew of her little secret? He began to wonder what kind of disguise he could employ to gain access to her coven, if she was even a part of one. Rot them from the inside out. That first involved getting what information he could gain from her, and then finding an appropriate subject to copy.