Minsiter's Office ~ Overture for the Storm

Adrian sat in his armchair listening to Monlight Sonata, the little peace he could afford himself after the disaster that occured in England. -"You are more of the moster then my father ever was!" - Adrian touched his cheek, it was still tender but the healers atleast mended the broken bones. -"You are a tyrant and a murderer."- He looked at his left hand. THe healers couldn't do anything for it. They said it was a magic they had never seen before. When questioned about it, he dismissed them without answering. "That could've gone better."

Upon hearing about the International cooperation conference in Germany, he saw an oppurtunity. He drew the Black Quill given to him by his late brother-in-law when he took office. He pricked his finger with the quill and began to write.

Reaper,

I have a job for you. Go to the International Cooperation conference as a rich benefactor. Appear drunk. Give your support by way of verbal representation and 50 000 gold coins to the English Minister's cause and say that it is for in memory of you mother. Attack me but do not kill me in thye quise of the Reaper. I'll compensate the 50 000 you give to the Minister adn 100 000 more for the job.

Your's Truley,
Murderer

The writing disappeared when he stopped. "It should gain him sympathy and continue the tension in England for quite some time. And if he doesn't then I'll expose him to all the Aurors in that room and they will remove the thorn in my side."

"Appointment here to see you." Adrian's assistent chimed in through an orb upon his desk. "May I ask who?" The Black Reaper opened the door. "Shall we say an old friend of your sister." The Reaper removed his mask- "So, murderer-" Edward started while he threw the parchment with the letter adressed to him on his Uncle's desk. "-WHAT THE HELL IS THIS SUPPOSED TO BE?!"

Adrian wasn't phased by the sudden appearence of his nephew. "You used your magic to copy my assistent's voice. Youare a celver young lad, Monster." He laughed, "This my young monster is a peice of parchment." Edward put his boot on the desk and puched forward. "Containing a job." Edward pushed the desk further still."You kill me now and your father will never be avenged." Edward moved the desk aside. "Continue, murder" He added. "If you must know it's to sow tension among the Ministers. Cause a bit of Anarchy. Disenction which will allow my holy crussade to find paradise that much more easy."

Edward's face erupted in black fire. The mask reappeared on his face. "If you want anarchy, then you shall have anarchy, make sure that my account is a 100 000 more after you recover." The Reaper urned to leave. "Oh, and my father will be avenged as will my mother and the rest of the clan. And you, you will only achive ruin and despair." With these closing words he left.