<strong>Marco Xantelli - His Office</strong><br/><br/>"Come in Mikel, you are always welcome."<br/><br/>A slight smile crossed Marco's face when the man entered the room. One of his primary responsibilities was protecting the Xantelli brood raised on the island from the less scrupulous aspects of the family. Mikel was a good kid, one who genuinely desired to use his powers to help people. In all, he reminded him of Anice, or even Melody. Where they had crossed swords was with the responsibilities of a family member after one had attained adulthood. Rings of smoke floated through the room, rising to the ceiling.<br/><br/>"A little birdie told me that you're still taking messages in bottles, or wishes to be exact," Marco said, "Ah, to be young and full of innocence. It's good though, we've had new immigrants on the island quite grateful for your work."<br/><br/>Marco sighed and leaned back in his chair, he smoked as if he was feeling tired.<br/><br/>"Scotch, a cigar? Help yourself," he offered, "Beautiful day, but so very boring. At this rate we'll never find a slave for the revival ritual. It's been what, twenty years, and I haven't found anyone with a soul print even close to hers. The invasions have stopped. What do you think Mikel, do you think maybe they've given up or merely switched tactics?"<br/><br/>Marco dropped a clump of ash into a crystal tray and took another puff of his cigar. With his left hand he rubbed his temple as he took his feet off the desk and sat upright. After a moment, he began to chuckle to himself.<br/><br/>"They never ever truly realize what they are up against, even if you tell them to their face. The tourist industry as been our most potent weapon. There are so many moles throughout the world I could probably bring down their governments and economies one by one if I felt like it. But I am an extremely merciful man and wold never see so many people suffer, unless it was for the greater good of humanity that is. Honestly though, why bother you with the mundane details."<br/><br/>Marco sighed.<br/><br/>"Remember this one thing my son and you will always be happy, we are not devils and we are not angels, we are merely flawed humans with an incredible, one could say a supernatural, maybe even absolute power. And of course, we all know what power does in the hand of a flawed human. It corrupts."<br/><br/>At this he got up and decided to make a move for the liquor cabinet.<br/><br/>"I could use a drink about now, just something to take the edge off."