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[COLOR=FF0000][INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3]Special Zone, 2021[/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][/COLOR][INDENT][INDENT][sup][color=darkgray]WareHouse District, 8:40pm[/color][/sup][/INDENT][/INDENT]


Known for being on time for any event, Simon Heartwell was fashionably late this evening. Not because he was trying to make some grand entrance. No, that was more his host style. He was taking a more subtle defense towards Rene antics this evening. “You ready mon chér?” The source blood; extended his arm. Slim refined hands glided over Simons arm as the supple curves of his companion pressed against him. “Of course darling.” The flirtatious alluring tone of the Lady Sophia Cain answered in renturned. Simon smirked. Generally the source blood did not entertain those beneath his station. Let alone showcase such a person as one of his evening companions. However Sophia Cain was very different. Head of the House of Cain, a minor house within Path bloodline. Sophia was one of the few old bloods who was a major player in the political spectrum of the covens. She of course was not a member of the council but her connections and business asset made her a formidable ally and foe. 

Simon was hoping tonight those benefits would work in his favor. “You know the plan Sophia.” The vampiress nodded. She did indeed. Sophia Cain was well aware of what the older source blood was asking her to do tonight. The plan was simple, even if she did not want to participate. Unfortunately the old blood did not have a choice. When a source blood made a command the lesser bloods followed them. It was a lesson despite all Sophia’s connections she remembered well. “I remember Simon darling.” She smiled confidently. Sophia though was worried. What Simon was asking her to do was blatant disrespect to not only Fire God but to the Chaotic bloodline as well. It was all well and good for Simon to do this. He would get out this barely scathed but Sophia knew she would be facing some sort of repercussion from all this. 

It was frustrating and annoying living in a society where the few made all the rules and the rest just lived in hoping to survive. Yet what choice did any of them have? If a source blood truly died so would the bloodline and all descendants. It was a trapped existants. One where Sophia almost wished she was Kolas to escape such fate. Despite their less breed in vampirism and the drawbacks of their genetic flaws, Sophia envied them in some ways. They were free and for all her power within the covens Sophia was still beholden to the council. When all this was over she would of course levy some concession from Simon to protect her house. Yet it irritated her that she would even have to take such an action to avoid punishment. 

The Kolas hadn’t any such hierarchy. They hadn’t a king let alone a source-blood to command them. He was dead and yet somehow they had survived. Sophia wished she knew how. “No need to worry.” She pressed her body against the older vampire. “Your wish is my command.” Simon had to admit he liked those words from her. Even though he was certain Sophia didn’t mean any of it. Sophia could not be trusted. She was a tricky one but she would serve well for his means tonight. Simon adjusted his mask and began descending down the steps of the entrance. He was determined to find Belmont and then Lady Eve. However it was Aida he came across first. It wasn’t hard to recognize the old blood. Aida was beautiful yet there were times she held herself far too seriously. 

She stood amongst a group of guest conversing but she did not seem relaxed. “Aida?” Simon questioned the vampiress, stepping into the mix of the crowd she was among. Audrielle did not seem to be a part of the group. Simon looked at her curiously. “Excuse my manners Aida but I am surprised to see you not chaperoning Audrielle.” He commented. The source blood looked around seeing if he could spot Louis or Audrielle. He didn’t but that wasn’t surprising considering the number of guests. Simon gave up protocol for a second and excused himself away from Sophia. He motioned to Aida asking her to join him away from prying ears. “Where is Louis and Audrielle?” He questioned. Simon really hoped her answer involved music and the dance floor. 

The last thing they needed was Audrielle being alone with Rene. Simon had a feeling that was exactly what the younger source blood wanted. The question was why? Did Rene have the intention of telling her the truth? He knew that was forbidden. It was impossible. Audrielle probably would not believe him and it wasn’t like Rene could prove it. Most of the records from back then were sealed and hidden with the archivers. Not even the council knew the location. There was Nicholas of course but the “Blade” was in exile and Simon's contacts still assured him he remained that way. So he wasn’t a threat. Let alone an issue. Yet when did the rules ever stop Rene. He looked to Aida with a serious expression. “We need to put an end to this nonsense.” He informed the vampiress. “I think I have a suspicion of what Rene is planning here tonight.” 

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[COLOR=FF0000][INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3]Special Zone, 2021[/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][/COLOR][INDENT][INDENT][sup][color=darkgray]WareHouse District, 9:42pm[/color][/sup][/INDENT][/INDENT]

While Simon, Aida and Louis worked to thwart Rene. The Fire God source blood was completely composed. He anticipated such complications from the very beginning. Hell Rene didn’t expect anything less. When the ship was about to sink of course the crew would work diligently to salvage it. Though Audrielle was far from a sinking ship. She was more like a baby bird waiting to rise into the phoenix she truly was. She only needed a nudge in the right direction. A few bread crumbs to sow the seeds of curiosity. Rene looked to Audrielle as he escorted her through the crowd. He had intended to introduce her to a few potential candidates while they mingled amongst the guests. 

However with Louis tailing them Rene had to alter his plans a bit. Walking over to the edge of the dance floor of the ballroom, Rene turned to the young vampiress with a gentle smile. “May I have this dance Audrielle?” The dance floor. It was the perfect location for a conversation without a certain meddling caretaker eavesdropping. Well he could but Rene doubted Louis would draw attention to himself and make a scene. In fact Rene dared him to do so. Interruptions would not deter his goal. Audrielle’s path was set and there was nothing Simon, Louis or even Aida could do to stop it.