<span style="font-style: italic">The time is at hand. This new world shall transform into a thing of my masters' creation. All shall bend before their will, and I shall join them as the supreme rulers of this land...</span><br/><br/>In theory.<br/><br/>A taunt man surveyed the happenings of preceding plan. There were plenty of supernaturals gathered; mostly humans were here, but that could only add to the excitement. "This will be so much fun." the mysterious man chortled. "And when my masters arrive, the reckoning will be upon us." The man left as swiftly as he had come, bounding off roof top to roof top and disappearing into the night...<br/><br/>* * *<br/><br/>Music starts inside; soft at first, but gradually growing with enchanting power. The magic conjures an unearthly wind that moves across the crowd awaiting entrance. No one knows how this gathering has been planned or attended to.<br/><br/>The wide oaken doors swing forth, admitting guests into the foyer. The music swells outside now, beckoning all to enter as though with a hand. The supernaturals would feel it. Sense the impending power throbbing from the vicinity. Yet it would be ignored. They too would take a step forward like the rest, eager and awaiting the excitement this night brings. All according to the plan...<br/><br/>The guests are inside now, honored and presented with a myriad of treats and drinks to be enjoyed by their refined tastes. See the orchestra; bows dancing across strings and nimble fingers caressing keys. A night like this one has been unspent by many a noble. A pity they would realize. None would wish this night upon their most wicked enemy. The sound joins with chatter, the rustle of silk against marble, the clatter of glasses and laughter...all would fade in due time. The masks of the guests were the crux, the double edged sword. People everywhere were in disguises.<span style="font-style: italic">They</span>would need to be sought out and pegged as such. No mask would be allowed to thwart the mission from its completion.<br/><br/>The hour is at hand. A clock strikes thrice upon thrice, and the taunt man is seen addressing the public.<br/><br/>"Welcome,â€ His voice rings joyously. "To my masters' new abode. Tonight we would like to extend to you our most sincere wishes of merriment. We hope that you will all find yourselves in a new sense, rediscovered! Enjoy tonight's festivities. Have way with your pleasantries! Revel in your stupor. Yet I urge you: don't allow the gaiety blind you to the truth--" He breaks off for a moment, donning a peculiarly twisted smile. "...And never forget all that my masters have done for you this night." A chorus of applause greets the man's words, a successful move.<br/><br/><span style="color: #BF0000"><span style="font-style: italic">They would all be discordant...before the end.</span></span>