Boston, vampire fortress, seven days after the battle at Black Harbor.
"... recomnd that those so-called werewolves be either kept in reserves where their tendencies would not lead to bodily harm, or that they be culled entirely out of rcy. Only the Lord may bring an end to their suffering, but only we can ascertain that they do not contaminate us.
"The last segnt of this report concerns creatures called 'vampires'. For reasons that will soon turn apparent, reliable information of vampires has proven extrely difficult to acquire. In fact, the committee would have relegated them to the domain of speculation, were it not for the compelling similarities in the testimonies we collected on the elusive creatures. Witnesses, mage and mundane alike, all agree on several elents.
"First, vampires look and sound like humans, and most agree that they possess an uncanny charisma that allows them to infiltrate every strata of society. They spread their influence over their domain until every other supernatural group either leaves or falls under their spheres of influence. Mages, in particular, have ntioned 'night-held towns' as hostile cities where uninvited visitors disappear after dark.
"This leads us to the notion of night. It is a universally accepted fact that vampires dislike the rays of the sun, and that they may not even survive them. Vampires cannot enter a ho without being invited — please note that it does not extend to public works — cannot be present on sacred ground, and fear fire with a passion.
"Those weaknesses do little to offset their incredible strengths. Depending on whom you ask, vampires move faster than the eye can see and easily display impossible feats of strength. One retired rcenary in particular, while deep in his drinks, admitted that he had seen a male specin slaughter a whole squad of soldiers in the ti it had taken him to raise his rifle. Others spoke of bodies savaged as if by grizzlies. Although fear and exaggeration may have inflated their reputation, vampires seem capable of amazing feats of physical prowess.
"Despite their blatant weaknesses and arguably low numbers, we recomnd that vampires beco the main focus of our group. Indeed, the lack of reliable information would indicate that they are the most dangerous, cohesive group. They may have already infiltrated the highest levels of the governnt. If we wish to safeguard the sanctity of our nation, it is imperative to uproot the most insidious supernatural elents before we can address the larger problems of mages, whose removal from society will require effort on a much larger scale…"
I place the report on my desk and look across the room at Sephare. The petite vampire daintily puts her cup down, taking her ti in an affected fashion that sets my teeth on edge.
"It was inevitable. Revealing our influence was going to create a backlash," she observes.
"And we all agreed that it was preferable to pierce the abcess now to limit the risk of a public opinion shift against us."
"Yes. Of course. Still, the distrust of werewolves ans that we will have to feed so of them to the governnt's supernatural control body sooner or later. Their tolerance of us will only diminish as ti goes on. The governnt is decided by election and elections are carried by the masses, not the city elites. They will need their bloodbath."
"Then I suppose that we must find them ferals soon."
"Ariane."
"If you are considering taking my werewolves, the answer is no."
"Ariane, a sacrifice..."
"HSSSSS!"
Sephare opens her hand in a gesture of appeasent.
"Perhaps we can revisit this topic later."
"There is nothing to revisit. Those under my protection will not be forced to surrender a loved one for the sake of pleasing backward bumpkins who will only want more. Lynching is a bloodsport, Sephare. People love bloodsports. They always have."
"What we need now is ti. Are you truly willing to die on that hill?"
"Soone is dying on that hill, Sephare. I am a Devourer. We keep our words in spirit. Do not go after my allies out of convenience when the country is filled with groups we would not mind seeing gone instead."
"Hmmm. Perhaps you are correct, or perhaps you also need to learn how to bend."
I half expected that. By helping to gather such a large army, I have beco a problematic elent within the Accords. The contrast between my official position as a minor actor and the influence I wield fills others with distrust. It does not matter that it was a one off, with most factions agreeing to follow out of necessity and as reward for past favors. Our kind likes clearly marked hierarchies, at least until the next major power play. Sephare is subtly suggesting that I allowed myself to be 'put down'. Roll on my back and offer my throats to pacify the rest. Clearly, she does not understand how Devourers think. I only bend if I have already lost.
"Submitting now will not erase our kin's mories of Black Harbor."
"It would help."
"Not if it cos from . I could not be genuine."
She sighs.
"Very well. Co, Constantine must be waiting for us."
We stand up and leave Sephare's busy office. Mortals rush past us as we cross the velvety corridors of the fortress' brand new wing, used exclusively for matters of governance. We walk out into the sumr night and across a garden of roses, gathering a lot of attention as we go. The number of mortal attendants has increased dramatically in the past few years.
I greet Wilhelm the butler as we enter the main building and we are let out into Constantine's office by his silent bodyguards without issue. The Speaker invites us to sit with a gesture as he hurries to finish a ssage. When he is done, he takes the ti to clear the space before him. I recognize this ritual as the premise of a long speech. It ans that he will dedicate his entire mind to the exchange.
"Ariane, thank you for coming. We are forming a governnt."
"Ah?"
I thought we already had one?
"Do not 'ah' , young one. We are getting more and more involved with the affairs of the mundane world. The Accords will require a unified executive branch to direct our influence. Sephare and I have started to distribute the main roles and make sure that every alliance has their say. I have surrendered internal security and treasury to the southern faction, for example."
Taxes!
Arggggg.
"We were thinking about you for the office of supernatural relations, as part of the diplomatic branch under Sephare. You have already proven yourself quite capable at handling other groups. Would you be interested?"
I think about it for a good minute.
"I have two conditions."
"We are offering you an important governnt office and you have demands?" Constantine asks with a frown. I hiss softly in answer, though it is a faux-pas. The past ten days have been harrowing in many ways.
"Do not pretend that it could not be a garbage, thankless position. I can already imagine it. The mortals co to with grievances and I am brushed off by my peers, then vampires demand that I force unruly allies to fall in line. I end up caught between a hamr and hard place, despised by all. Please."
Constantine turns contemplative. Of course, it did not occur to him. He rely inspected a list of tasks to be done and matched a job description to each, not even considering how those could be abused and twisted. He is still enamored with systems, and dismissive of the people seeking to exploit them.
"Perhaps I should ask soone else if they want the position," he tells curtly.
"Then do so. I care not," I reply, calling his bluff. I would rather have soone else place their hands in that absolute bear trap of a job.
Sephare smiles with indulgence.
"It would not hurt to hear those conditions. After all, we might even gain insight into the structural weaknesses of our little project."
"Oh, very well. Do enlighten us, Ariane."
"Right. First, I need the authority to enforce compliance and cooperation from my peers. If I tell a Warden to stop fighting and wait for council-backed arbitration to solve their dispute instead of killing everyone, I need to be able to stop them by force if they simply ignore . Similarly, if we decide to assist allies with defending themselves, I need the backing and assistance of our kin in combat. Otherwise, I would rely be a glorified ssenger."
"Compliance is a matter of internal security while war is under the purview of Jarek. It would also go against my wish that every vampire remains the supre authority within their territory. Hmmm. A difficult choice."
"You will have to decide."
"Indeed. You have raised a valid concern. I will rethink the position and co back to you, if that is agreeable. In the anwhile, you had another condition?"
"Yes. I can only enter the function in a decade. I am going to join the knights."
This must be the first ti that I see true surprise on Constantine's hawkish face. Even his aura flickers.
"You what?"
"I am losing control of my aura. Jina believes that knight training will help reach the next step or at least help bring the situation under control. As you know, if I follow the training to its conclusion, I will be honor-bound to assist the knights for at least ten years."
"But… I was inford that such weakness was rely temporary…"
"Yes and in the anwhile I am terribly vulnerable. Unpredictable urges leave my essence so depleted that I can barely run at a human speed. This is a recipe for disaster. I am leaving."
"Ah, I see. I had not realized that the problem had beco so dire. In that case, you may decide on a deputy while you are away. lusine, perhaps?"
"She is too busy with managing our common wealth, and will be even busier when the war ends. Say, would you object to a Rosenthal?"
"Of course not. Ah, you an one who still has loyalties to that crone?"
"Yes."
"I see no objection, but rember that their behavior would be your responsibility. I will go back to you on the position I offered. In the anwhile, the council is about to start. Let us go now."
***
Accords Council room, fifteen minutes later.
"And as for our first order of the night, questions addressed to Ariane, Warden of Illinois. Warden, you have the floor. You may select who will ask the next question."
I fully expected my peers being about on edge over the whole affair, and I was warned beforehand anyway. I have no issue confronting them.
I wave a hand to invite soone relatively neutral, the Warden of Maryland, to speak.
"Did you know or expect in any way that your sire would be present."
"I had no idea that he would be present, no, nor did I cooperate with him beforehand. I have also not been in touch with him since. This is the truth. On my blood I so swear."
The Warden nods to show assent and backs out. The next to speak is Vadim of the Vanheim, who alone can ride a Nightmare through their native dinsion.
"Are the werewolves safely corralled, and will they beco an issue in the future?"
"They have returned to my territory, yes."
"And what are they doing?"
How would I know? Do they expect to ride out every day and discuss their business over tea and crumpets?
"Digesting?"
Vadim raises an amused brow, but does not press the matter. He and I are of a mind on my subjects, simply by being outsiders with very little link to our clans. The next person is the replacent for Yann, Warden of Virginia, the sa whom Constantine slew in this very room. He is a recent lord by the na of Benoit, who clearly opposes the faction I belong to. His strict deanor has irked a few of us, but there is no denying his administrative skills. He is as good as the Speaker and considerably smoother. He bears the manners of a private, dark-eyed tutor elevated to raise a prince and who has been insufferable ever since.
"We are concerned about a group of notoriously unruly creatures left uncontrolled, especially in these troubled tis. For the sake of all, you must allow us to supervise them, and implent whatever asure we deem necessary to guarantee peace."
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I wait in silence, until Benoit loses patience.
"Well?"
"I am still waiting for your question."
"Will, you," he asks slowly as if talking to a child, "or will you not work towards the common good by putting a muzzle on your dogs?"
"I will not. Next question?"
I see no point in engaging in a pointless exchange of barbs with one who may be more proficient at this art than I am. By being curt, I show dismissal more than weakness. All those present know that the way I handle my 'constituents' does not concern them. If they want to intervene, they will have to force a motion through the council and break the tradition of letting Wardens handle their own affairs. It will not happen any ti soon.
"Explain your contingency plan if archmage Lewis suddenly decides to turn on us and sends the governnt on our trail."
"I will hide and watch with amusent as his own Cabal tortures him to death. Next question?"
"You are not taking this seriously! Your childish behavior dishonors this noble assembly, Devourer."
"I am granting your 'questions' the respect they deserve, Warden. I see that you are done. Next person, please."
Naminata unexpectedly cos to my help with a question on the state of the wounded soldiers taken to the White Cabal city of Avalon. Since they fought by my side, I made sure that they were treated fairly and healed by my allies. I even let them keep their expensive weapons. It always feels surreal when she acts so seriously.
In the end, Benoit suggests that I be removed from managing the relationship with the White Cabal on account of 'gross negligence', but the proposal finds little traction, even among my rivals. For once, Benoit made a mistake. The arrangent with the White Cabal is with personally, not with the current Warden of Illinois. As such, it is considered a private matter and is none of their business. The session soon turns to the future and its difficulties.
"This ssage we intercepted shows that the Office of Supernatural Affairs under Archmage Lewis' control will not suffice. The veil we put over the mortals' eyes will tear soon enough, and the public will turn on us as expected. Right now, our control over newspapers afforded us a period of grace, but it will not last. We need to prepare," Adam of the Roland says. He is a more moderate mber of the southern faction.
"I already expect our dear Sephare to take over the organ responsible for finding and killing us and imagine that it would be enough," he continues.
I mask my reaction. I thought that too.
"Unfortunately, the rule of law is rely a distant concept in most of the country. We must prepare for pogroms and purges. I request the creation of a standing rcenary army."
We look on, surprised. Adam usually advocates for less involvent with mortal affairs.
"Right now, the bill of Habeas Corpus has been temporarily suspended by the president. With so many soldiers everywhere, few will risk outright riots, and those will be quickly quelled. After it is done, however, the army will shrink. A lot of n will find themselves without employnt. We must make use of this opportunity and take over cities where riots are the strongest. To protect peace, you understand."
"You plan on turning chaos into opportunity?" Constantine asks, unexpectedly breaking his own rule by talking out of turn. Adam does not mind. In fact, the canny lord is positively giddy.
"Precisely. Our dear mage allies are scattered, and their largest organization has a vested interest in our success. I propose that we go the Dvor route and take a more… direct approach to governance."
"We are overstretched as it is."
"We need not rule in person, rely direct our investnt towards taking control of all important infrastructures in several regions, especially the south. If the war ends the way we expect it to, the south will need a significant financial boost to recover, one that we are in a position to offer. Grab the land and it will not matter for whom people vote, because the candidates will be provided by us."
"I see."
It makes a surprising amount of sense. We are already relatively protected from witch hunts by virtue of inborn paranoia. As long as we can keep to the shadows, we should be able to weather the coming troubles. It is the mages who will suffer the most, for they are fragnted and alone.
The mont the disguise falls, so will we.
But we have no choice. It is too late to hide in remote caves and faraway villages
"In the anwhile, we should still start at the top…" Adam allows.
***
Over the next few days, I finish compiling the reports from my allies on the battle at Black Harbor.
We had casualties of over one thousand five hundred. A third of those are fatalities. The werewolves lost a dozen mbers and were almost all wounded. Eight vampires were destroyed in the entire battle, including three masters. The fighters on foot had more casualties, even with the help of the Knight Squad. The White Cabal did not communicate their losses.
Despite our success, the cost in life will create a precedent. I have also used political capital accumulated over decades to gather such a force, and now we are even. It will take so ti before I can gather such a force again. At the sa ti, the different groups have co to see as a rallying figure, and it can only help my prospects.
Newspapers have milked our 'great victory' for all its worth. The extermination of the Hive is presented as a much-needed triumph, and convinced many who were on the fence about supernaturals in general. It will do little to sway the rest. If we want a bit more tranquility, we will have to be more direct.
***
Washington, a week later. Perspective of John Fueller.
Mr. Fueller had held many jobs in the past, but the one he was most famous for was bounty hunting. He had started with horse thieves and found out that he was really good at it. After that, he had gone after more dangerous targets, like highwayn.
Then ca the exotic.
Mr Fueller was not a liar. He had told things as they had happened, nothing less, nothing more. So people had always believed that he was exaggerating. After the monsters ca out, they had reflected and realized that he was uniquely qualified for a certain task. Just like that, Mr. Fueller had gone to Washington.
Now Mr. Fueller was Agent Fueller, and he was the first of his kind.
The door to the newly made secret office opened after the third key turn into its lock. Fueller crossed the tiled floor of the lobby and greeted the guard, a dour man sitting all night long behind steel bars, loaded shotgun in hand. It was a small asure considering what they faced, but better so protection than none at all.
His steps led him up a flight of wooden stairs. The office was a grim and impersonal affair, as befit a task without glory and without end, for Fueller harbored no illusions. Even if one day, mankind got rid of its enemies, he would not be there to see it. And then it would probably turn on itself.
The agent ca across a half-open door leading to their administrative office. Perlman was here, still, despite the hour.
"Sir?" the young man asked with a hint of German accent.
"It is quite late. You should head ho."
The young secretary blinked, then seed to rember sothing.
"Ah, yes, before I forget, your new recruits have gathered for a eting."
"Here?" Fueller asked with surprise, "now?"
The man frowned.
"Yes, it surprised as well."
Fueller grumbled and went a floor up, to the dining room converted into an improvised eting space. His agents were competent n drawn from the ranks of the military, lone wolves who worked better by themselves most of the ti, but knew the importance of teamwork when taking down dangerous foes. Loners to find their mark, team players to take it down.
Soldiers, to do what must be done.
Fueller stopped outside to listen in, and worried. There was only silence.
He opened the door slowly, carefully, and saw agent Russel staring vacantly at the ceiling. The man's warm brown eyes t his, and Fueller went in, hand on his service weapon.
At the head of the table, where he would normally sit, was a woman drinking coffee. Wafts of an excellent blend traveled to him. She put her cup down with a click.
"What is the aning of this?" he asked.
"Please, join us," she replied with a light voice, the one of a socialite politely inviting soone in.
Fueller did not hesitate. He took out his revolver and froze when a monstrous weight settled on his right shoulder. His revolver fell with a clatter, drifting across the varnished floor. It was the only noise to be heard.
"I insist…" the woman finished.
Fueller's gaze traveled up, from the massive mitt clamped on him to the mountain of a man to whom it belonged. The giant considered him with a complete lack of care and gave him a gentle push forward.
Fueller was forcefully awakened to a mont of great lucidity. Suddenly, his heart thundered in his chest and his lungs inflated like sails. This was it, a defining mont. He calculated his chance if he were to flee, or to struggle. He was a confident man and did not usually deceive himself.
His chances were not good.
With as much calm as he could muster, Fueller walked to the other end of the table, opposite the woman. The man behind her still stood at the entrance.
He had this strongman, reliable right-hand feel. The woman was different. She looked quite young and pretty in a provincial heiress sort of way, but there was sothing mature about her deanor that bothered him. It took only a few monts to realize what it was. She was not moving. Like a statue, her poise and immobility were both perfect. Perfectly cold.
Inhuman.
"Oh, no…"
"Do you know why we are talking, Mr. Fueller? Why your agents still live, unhard?" The woman asked, inspecting black nails.
"You call that unhard?" He spat.
"I do. They will return to normal as if nothing had happened once I release them," the woman asserted.
"I… You want sothing from us. To threaten us."
"In a way."
Her alabaster finger circled the edge of the cup. There was a dull sound, like the aftermath of a bell ringing.
"I believe that you are inevitable. Mankind has discovered the darkest recesses of the world, and you long to expunge its inhabitants. I do not begrudge you this desire. It is in our nature as well."
"You are a vampire."
She did not reply.
"You are the first of many. Even if I kill every last one of you tonight and hang your defiled bodies before the smoking remains of your lair, another two groups like yours will pop up in secret. They will have less competent mbers, but will take more precautions. It is a ga of escalation that we are unwilling to play."
Fueller felt it then, a glimr of hope.
"You are scared of us."
"No, Mr. Fueller, we are not scared of you. There are simply more dangerous things than us hiding in the folds of history, and they require all our efforts."
"What sort of things?" he asked.
She t his gaze for the first ti.
"Pray that you never find out. Now, for my proposal. The world is filled with enough parasites and nefarious idiots for you to have your hands full until the turn of the century and beyond. We will assist you in this endeavor by providing you with leads to genuine targets. In return, you will keep your attention away from us."
"And if we do not?"
She smirked.
"You will receive a warning. Then, you will be shown that the darkness is an ancient battleground, and that you are very new and inexperienced players. I do believe that I already provided an… adequate demonstration. If not, my friend here will gladly provide another."
The giant man placed his hand over the head of the closest agent. The view made Fueller think of an egg in the hand of a cook. He swallowed with so difficulty.
"No need. You have made your point. I understand."
"Do you? Well, I will be sure to send you so valuable reports then, and perhaps visit on occasion. Goodbye."
The woman finished her cup and stood up. She disappeared.
The man disappeared as well. The other agents were staring at him, awake and alert.
"Everything fine there, boss? Are you ready to start the eting?"
"Yes, yes. Of course," he babbled.
The agent forced a smile, but it never reached his eyes. Sheer, animalistic terror seized his heart.
But Fueller had survived worse. He schooled his expression and made a short summary of recent happenings. The others could feel that sothing had spooked him, he knew, but he needed ti. They all needed ti. And a solution.
He had one.
After they were done, Fueller retreated back to his office and picked up a discarded file, one that he had dismissed as too troubleso. The letters were hastily written as if by soone in a hurry.
'On Gabrielites' it said.
***
I spend the next month working tirelessly to stabilize my territory. All our efforts have only delayed the inevitable. Already, legislations are voted in states to handle the supernatural population. The most popular is the Hawk law, proposed by a representative from Tennessee. Mages are to be corralled and placed in special areas 'for the good of all'. The asure is advertised as a warti necessity. We are forced to relax our control over newspapers or risk delegitimizing them in the eye of the public. Across the country, lynching and trials abound. Burning at the stake cos back in fashion.
The trend hits our allies the hardest. All of the werewolves who can have moved north or to my territory, so that only the insane and the dangerous are left behind. For the mages, however, the situation is infinitely more complex. Most of them just try to live a normal life. Worse, many who have the ability to cast are not ford and their abilities co out as quirks. As such, so unlucky people with uncanny skills are soon singled out, even if those skills are the result of mundane talents. The country is tearing itself apart.
Chaos also spreads across the Old World.
In the wake of our revelation, the belief in magic has traveled across Europe, leading to significant internal conflicts. Different cultures take different approaches to the resurgence of the supernatural, but the most common remains to create ghettos of casters, at best. We bear witness to a planet-wide witch hunt.
By comparison, we are much less hit due to our hertic nature. All established vampires possess a buffer of mortals between the world and us, and we have experience working from the shadows. On my land, the noisiest troublemakers find themselves victims of accidents and kidnappings.
All is not bleak. Mage groups ally with each other to weather the coming storm, causing an explosion in the numbers of Red and White Cabal recruits. Lobbies form to oppose local laws, backed by powerful financial interests. Ours, obviously. 'Illinois Guns of Liberty' exploits the mayhem to expand drastically.
And then, in July, things change.
High in spirit but poor in supplies, Lee decides to take the war north, hoping to achieve a decisive victory and turn the Confederate states into an independent nation. He leads his n across the Shenandoah valley and ets Grant's army at Gettysburg in a cataclysmic, three-day battle. Lee's attack is relentless while Grant plays on the defensive, biding his ti.
On the third day, Lee makes a fatal mistake. He orders fifteen thousand n to charge the Union's center. They are slaughtered. As he scrambles to shore up his defenses, Grant slls blood in the water. Eighty thousand federals now face fifty thousand exhausted rebels. Grant's counter attack is imdiate and rciless. Backed by the most powerful artillery battery ever gathered in the conflict, his troops charge west, cutting the army of northern Virginia in two. A daring cavalry assault under a certain general Sheridan (no relation) routs the northern half of the army.
Lee decides to withdraw his battered forces but recent rains have swollen the Potomac river and he is trapped, beset on all sides by furious attacks.
On July the fourth, after a four hours artillery bombardnt, Lee surrenders to Grant. His army is shattered and only debris of divisions manage to escape.
On the sa day, the strategic town of Vicksburg falls into Union hands. In a day, the Confederacy received two death blows.
The surge of patriotism that follows those much-advertised victories bolster northern morale while the defeat consternates the south. Lee, the genius of Chancellorsville, offered his enemy the road to Richmond on a silver platter.
A few weeks later, the Confederate army of Tennessee is also defeated.
Despite those efforts, the war does not end and Grant orders an all-out assault with all Union armies pushing deep into the south. One of his generals, Sherman, cuts a scorching path to Savannah in only a few weeks. In November, the war is over.
In the wake of the end of the conflict, the Accords vampires change their focus. The fever of victory has lessened the burden on magical communities for a mont, giving everyone ti to consolidate. The next battlefield will be political. In the anwhile, we scramble to seize southern assets and I enter an extrely profitable business relationship with Adam of the Roland, a necessary asure. Indeed, with the war over, the demand for guns drops spectacularly, and so does my inco. By helping southern lords to take and rebuild their industry, I sowhat offset the lost revenue.
Things are as calm as they will get, and I contact Jina imdiately. She will escort through Europe and to the knights' stronghold. It is ti for to attend their training.
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