by Cecile 2nd January 2016, 2:20 pm
Some jobs were just not up to the standards of the mages of Savage Skull. Or so was the opinion of Viktor R. Albeit. The resident butler of the dark guild whom always seemed to be around for some reason. He was convinced that trivial matters as ruining a masquerade ball was surely beneath them, so it was his duty to get rid of the job while not damaging the guilds infamous reputation. Which meant only one thing, taking up the job itself.
At first he wasn't really sure about it, after all it had been quite some time since Viktor actually partook in any mission what so ever. And he had grown particular fond of spending his time in servitude of the mages of the guild. But the further he wrapped his mind around the fact, the bigger his anticipation grew. Why wouldn't he take it on, because he was old? Sure he was old, but not that old. In fact for his age, he was rather energetic sometimes. At least he walked without physical problems and mostly appeared to be tireless.
And now he was standing here, at the grand gala of Era hosted by one of the most prestigious families in town. Surrounded by the upper echelon of society, women who had dressed themselves in the most expensive of gowns. Men who tried to outstage each other with flamboyant talk about their riches and most recent achievements. But no one caught as much attention as the daughter of the host. A young maiden of roughly eighteen years old, who since childhood has been left motherless.
She was a sight to behold, a porcelain white skin wrapped around a slender yet feminine body. With literally having all the right junk in all the right places, if Victor had to quote on of his more eccentric master in the guild. Her long hair black as a raven was braided down to the entire end, and hung partially over her shoulder only to end her bosom. The dress was a perfect fit, and surprisingly wasn't something very flamboyant. Making it the odd duck compared to all the other dresses, who to Viktors taste were just to much. No sometimes it was best to remind people that sobriety can easily outclass.
She was his target. Not a target to kill or anything macabre like that. But through her Viktor had to ruin the entire night. Which in his opinion was rather easy, you'd just had to create the right triggers to do so. Setting up small hints everywhere, and slowly build up to the moment. Only so that all you needed at the end was a little shove.
In this regard he had been very thorough, so much even that it was almost insane. He started a few weeks before the party, weaseling himself into the estate and the household staff. Through letters of recommendation, with the Crawford stamp at the bottom. Which was one of the other few prestigious families in Fiore. A family he used to serve.
With those letters it all became a piece of cake, his years of experience of being a servant had earned him almost instantly high enough position that he could be considered the head of the staff. With the only annoying obstacle in his way, the actual head of staff.
The man was about the same age as him, and normally he would've let the man be. If it wasn't for the fact that the old soul was in charge of the preparations of the gala. Because of that Viktor didn't had any other option then to get rid of the man. Unfortunately for him, Viktor appreciated the fastest and easiest method for the solution. Which was killing the man, naturally.
With the man eventually out of the way with a sudden heart attack, which was the result of a poison in his tea. Viktor had risen to the occasion to safe the distressed staff and making sure the gala would be a success. And with being charge it had given him the perfect opportunity to set his plan in motion.
And now with the party going on, he already could see the fruits of his labor. The young mistress already started to show signs of being uncomfortable. Now off course you are asking oneself what is it that Viktor had done that have to do anything right now. The answer to that is, everything. Viktor had used the entire gala's set up. Its decor. To get under the girls skin. From the music to the color of the flowers, everything was a small reminder of the girls mom. Who unfortunately had passed away when the girl was younger. She never had gotten over it entirely, and was still struggling with her passing. Yet luckily for Viktor, the mother had left behind her diaries. Which gave the butler more then enough to deal with the current situation.
However the cherry on the pie, came when the music suddenly stopped playing and the man leading the orchestra asked for a moment of attention. Declaring he was about perform a song to the daughter of the host as a sign of respect. And gain favor off course, unfortunately for him and the daughter. The entire idea, was put into his head by Viktor. Who also applied the man with the song. Which was a lullaby song by the girls mother at the girls bed side everything.
Then the moment was there. Everyones attention was gathered and focussed on the young girl, as the emotional weight the song carried hammered into her. Where she eventually in the midst of all broke down.
Hysterical while crying she started to scream at the people around her, clawing at her self in desperation while also pulling out plucks of her own hair.
Quickly servants ran up to her, trying to calm her down, which naturally had the exact opposite effect. She fought them off, as they. Scratching at them, kicking and screaming.
The guests around her, stared at her. Some with a sad look on their faces, while others appeared to be horrid by the situation. Others secretly smiled. Either way, the party was ruined, the pride that once walked among them had been shot down. And Viktor.. Viktor had already left the premises, as he knew full well the results of his carefully hatched plan.
