He had won. He ruled it all. But there was one problem. Those damned rebel scum, all of them led by Moon. He needed to be rid of those Rebels. He can't have his rule compromised or defied. Not in his perfect world

And he had an idea. Why not throw a ball! Have theose rebels let their guards down with a night of fun and dancing. He laced each drink with a sedative, won't matter who drinks it. He knew who in his palace was working behind his back, but no matter. Those traitors would soon be dealt with, all without them knowing he was aware. And what party is fun without a twist? Every party needs a little...drama, does it not? And boy did this guy have plenty of that for days.

He made sure the drinks prepared would be handed to guests as they came in each had a...sedative, of sorts. Nothing to kill them, of course. Nah, he'd rather have the pleasure of taking care of them himself.

But he had to get them enticed enough to come...and so he planned and planned, meticulous thinking until he finally got it. Lure them in with the promise of an end to this nonsensical fighting, the promise of a treaty to finally bring this silly war to a close.

He'd call it...the Lunar ball.

It was perfect. All of it. He was sure nothing would go wrong. With all the preparing he'd done, it seemed unlikely. He just had to keep his patience in check, and make sure he seemed sincere in wanting to end this fighting. Easy enough, he was good at acting. He impersonated Sun way back, had he not? This was nothing but child's play for him.