As I scared the people out of the party in Germany out of the building and onto the concrete terrace, they were surrounded by my men and couldn’t run away. I slam my scepter on the pavement and the noise rings out and silences the mortals

“Kneel!”

I demand and they follow, as I start with my speech that’s when an old man stands, yet I don’t listen as I stare at the person behind him… They are so beautiful… I need them…