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WHENEVER OBERON NEEDS MONEY HE JUST BULLIES CAESAR FOR IT, A SCAM ARTIST TO SURPASS ALL SCAM ARTISTS

“Who shall be the next lamb to slaughter…?”

' Looks like I found that beast everyone has been terrified of. ' It didn’t take long for the Pretender to find them- and of course as one who was set on destroying Britain once, he was not afraid. Though the Lady of the Lake whom was the host of the Gala knew who he was, knew that his facade of being the Fairy King was nothing but a mask of his, did he still mask himself in public. Sure he was surrounded by the incests and faries that came to adore him during his birth, but not everyone attending the Gala knew exactly who he was. Not everyone was there to see the truth behind that gentle smile of his- not everyone was aware that he was too a threat to humanity. A chuckle passed his lips, not seeming to seem angered at the beast at all, yet he also didn’t make any sudden movements to give them any ideas. ‘ A shame Lady Vivian asked for me to find you myself. I’m not too much of a fan of fighting, you see. ‘

It seemed like this year at the Gala there was no Magus in sight. Even with the Caster’s terrible clairvoyance, unable to sense him, was he ultimately the one who caused his downfall last year after trying to have some fun. And it already seemed like there was word of a beast roaming the manor’s halls of this year’s Gala. The Pretender hear murmurs about it, about how a death already happened. If he were to do anything now, no matter what the rules were in tact this year, it wouldn’t be any worse than what already happened right?  After all the security here must already have their hands full with tracking down that beast!  Upon the Pretender’s entrance would he be accompanied by thick dark purple smoke, spores that seemed to be from the local Mors; aswell as his usual vermin of moths and insects, and of course, his large, rathe friendly caterpillars. Alright Avalon, ready for round two?