The Downfall [Villains Only | Plot]

Crocus, the capital of Fiore. Home of the royal family and the Grand Magic games. The city was a beacon of hope and strong will for the proud people of Fiore. A beacon that would be tainted and bring despair and confusing to all.

Knowing this pleased Frederick, it would show to everyone that no one was truly safe. Wherever they were. It would even create enough distort that he could continue with his own plans without any interruptions. Because everyones focus would be towards what would happen here today.
And knowing that everything fell into place made Frederik smile. Not a fake ill looking smile, but a genuine smile of a warped form of happiness.
'Hey! You there! Don't keep hanging around the gate!'
Frederick ignored the soldier that yelled at him, and only looked up towards the ceiling of the south entrance. A majestic build gate with an old but perfectly well preserved architecture, with on the ceiling the crest of the royal family. Hanging above the peoples heads as if it could protect them. But nothing was less true.
'Don't let me repeat myself! Move along!'

'Your deaths won't mean anything, it's importance are nothing more then leaves that disappear that are blown away by the wind. So they will wither, when our song of despair will play throughout the city. So, let us begin Constantine!! DARK VOID EXALTED!!!'
With those last words Frederick had spread his arm wide and a black pentacle appeared in the sky. Towering above the southern gate and the square behind it. Curious shout were to be heard when the people started to point towards it. Wondering what it was, and unknowing of the death that it would bring. Then they started to run when a black light generated in it, as if that could save them. And then just like that their lives ended. In a flash their fragile bodies were vaporized by the black pillar of light that was shot downward and made contact with the ground. It came together with a trembling deafening sound that was to be heard through the entire city. And when the flashing light of the impact finally disappeared there was nothing more then a huge crater. Laying were the square would be, surrounded by a gate and houses from which a piece was missing. A clean and perfect cut, from where the beam at hit them.

And Frederick did not laugh at this, without any further emotion he was just standing there in the remainders of the gate. He had done what he needed to do, he had created enough turmoil so that all the attention would be focused on this location. At least for now.
All he could do now was wait.

Hazel eyes watched below as people went on their business like they usually do.  Merchants and patrons haggling over the price of the items sold, the children playing happily on the park and tourists ogling over the impressive architecture of famed city of Crocus. All of them unaware of the impending doom that awaits them. And why should they suspect a thing, this is Crocus, home of the royal family, so it should follow that the security here is tight and that this was the safest place to be. But they could never be so wrong. In fact, that may be the reason why she and her comrades are here in the first place, to send a strong and clear message, an example if you will.

She let out a soft sigh as she brushed away a stray wisp of hair from her face. It was quite windy where she was but from her vantage point, she could see most of the significant spots in Crocus like the Royal Castle, the city square and the city's main entrance. Its amazing what a little charm and allure can do, like maybe getting you to restricted places, places where only militia are allowed and places that are vital in monitoring the happenings within the city. It was easy to seduce the rune knight into letting her into their watch tower with the pretense of brief and fleeting pleasure.  Of course she didn't have to do all that, she could just have easily taken away his free will but wheres the fun in that, not to mention she had a lot of time to kill. Which brings her back to her present dilemma. With her little toy out cold, all she could do was wait for the signal.

She let out another sigh of exasperation as she continued to look down on the nameless faces below.

Selveria silently found herself beside her leader, Constantine. "My disappearance has no excuse my liege." She said silently. She stood there holding herself around her waist. The wind blew her flower scented hair. She cocked a small grin as she happily found her leader. The one who would guide her through a new side to the magical world. However, there were many faces she didn't know strange and new. Selveria looked at Frederick and nodded. Her eyes silently glanced through many of the chaotic personalities. Selveria shook her head and looked at the ground in silence. The last thing she needed was to be around blood lust. The crimson lust she found herself once getting lost in. "...I do not know if I belong here."

Just as she met Constantine for the first time, she was whisked away to another area. She felt as if she was flying through one area and then landing at the next. The sort of fast movement made it seem like teleportation to her. She was amazed with what she saw. So many powerful mages, but for here. Selveria stood at the door and looked back at Constantine. So he wants a quiet approach. Selveria thought to herself. She put a hand on the center of her chest and formed a fist. She closed her eyes and her clothes morphed into her Gregorri's Armor. She opened her eyes. They were completely red as she looked forward. She saw the two guards, then the rest of the guards through the door. In fact she saw much more within the vicinity of her sight. Several held out her hand. Immediately out of Selveria's Requip bank appeared a Sushi Knife. Selveria's sharpest knife she ever owned.

Selveria looked down at the guards. They were powerful. Perhaps to powerful to go up against her, but they had one thing in common. They had necks. It doesn't matter how powerful a mage is. If they're necks are slashed and he didn't see Selveria coming, the mage would fall to the ground. Dead... Instantly. Selveria's body began to glow a blue. She zoomed to the side quietly and quickly. Then she ran up behind the first guard. He didn't know what hit him as he fell to the ground pouring out a puddle of red crimson blood into the ground. The other guard was facing away and began to turn, but it was too late. Selveria slashed into his throat causing the mage to fall as well. She caught him before he fell too hard to the ground and gently laid him down. She looked up at Constantine with the same emotionless look. "There are five guards past these doors," she said loud enough so that her voice couldn't be heard past the doors. Selveria looked around for a way to open the door. Her heart began to pound. Finally she figured it out.

The door opened and she ran up the door. She perched herself on top waiting for the right moment to attack. She held the knife in her hand and looked down to see who was coming out. Suddenly a guard ran out and called out to his comrades. "I need some help here!!" He ran forward. Then the rest of the group ran out. They stood there dumbfounded by the two dead sentries. Selveria tightened her grip and jumped down to each guard silently slashing their throats one after the other. Finally she stood behind the original guard who was freaked out by her presence. She put the knife away and held him by the throat. "That uniform... You're supposed to be on our side. Let me go, and I'll excuse this display."

Selveria thinned her eyes. "The first thing I learned at Eragorn..." She swiftly moved the guard's head to the right breaking his neck. "Never trust the opponent." She dusted her hands off and looked up at Constantine her eyes still completely red. "There are more guards inside, but I see more than just guards. I see sentries with requip guns and bombs. Most of their attention is going towards the main entrance, but there are stragglers here." Selveria held her hand out making another kitchen utensil appear. This time it was a sharp parrying knife. "I shall bleed out as many as I can for you my liege."

The aftermath of Frederick's attack revealed the exact location where it struck. A huge round hole that had cut houses in half in a perfectly clean cut. As if they were cheese that were cut with a cook's knife. There was nothing but the smoldering black smoke that slowly twirled up into the air, no bodies or rubble. Just a gaping and ominous hole.

Through the smoldering smoke Frederick stepped forwards. Knowing that any minute the castle soldiers could be upon him. Like the harsh waves of the sea that clashed upon an ancient old cliff. But he didn't care, it was after all his duty to do so. All this was just a minor part in the play that was being performed to day. But he would play that part well, so well that it would give Constantine and the other the time they needed. So that they would show the world that Savage Skull's reign is not yet over. It would reveal it's true nature, and with it the world would tremble.

The soldiers came running down from the castle, creating a clunking sound from their armors. That came to an abrupt halt when they saw the cloaked figure in front of them. In an immediate reaction they all pointed their spears at Frederick, ready to strike him down. And pierce him to shreds. But Frederick could see the unbelief in their eyes. The surprise that there wasn't an entire army banging at the gates but just a single man.
And Frederick answered their arrival with a dark mass that shot out from beneath his cloak and spread all over the area. A trap that would be their demise.