((Jeez, we are a major distance apart dearest @Vay
. Its November/December here. But nyarglethall, I shall go on with my story. I'm writing this from the top of my head, so bear with any plot errors. Please.))
((EDIT: I didn't notice how outdated this thread was XS. Nevermind the previous comment Miss Vay))
((I've decided to put this in a slightly Midevil/Victorian Age setting. Yes, odd, I know, but that's just how it turned out.))
It was grand. Large, golden chandeliers hung from the ceiling. The candles that stood upon them lit the room with a vibrant and golden glow that energized those who were basked in the beautiful light. I was one of the lucky few to be invited to this beautious masquerade ball.
I wasn't a nobleman, I wasn't even middle class; I was but a peasant to these people. I was someone whom shined their boots, aquired for them what they ordered, and was looked down upon by everyone in the ball. And I was the only peasant here, so all the orders were put on me. Not that I cared, I was almost out of debt and just needed a bit more coin to start anew.
And tonight was the night I would aquire that last bit.
When it comes down to it, I was the first to see the strange man. But I told nothing of his presence. He seemed dangerous and casted a rather... malicious aura, and it was all the more eerie because of the black, bejeweled mask that hid his identity, his expression, his intentions. He had the type of aura in which you get chills when you see him, the only urge you had was to run and flee for your life. Yet, what could I do? I was but a servant. Nobody would listen to me, and if I ran, I would be cast out of the masquerade ball and lose my desperately needed money.
The man stood in a corner, and despite his unsettling nature, no eyes were cast upon him and no piece of cloth touched him from swirling, dancing nobles. It wasn't long, though, until he stepped out onto the chaotic floor and all gazes were drawn to his eerie presence. Several people grabbed their chest instinctively, in fear, while others simply stepped forward in hostility as they sensed the threat. This was but one, yet he belittled and frightened all of these powerful people with his entity alone.
As the ball was distracted, I continued my jobs, mixing punch, grabbing trays from the kitchen, and checking the doors. I hadn't a choice but to do so.
The people stood there, stock still as the man raised his hand and pointed at the host of the grand party. Everyone in the room screamed as the healthy man suddenly collapsed. Within moments, the room was alive again, but not with happiness and cheer, yet with fear and escaping people. They rushed to the doors to find them locked, and the keys missing in the deep, acidic punch bowl of which they slowly disintegrated. Some of the men who felt they would die that night, quickly ran to the food tables to dine on their last fine meal before dropping dead from the deadly poison that resided within the gourmet treats.
I was was the only one to run to the man as the party died from the small traps that I laid out for them. The people were now less than half. Jonathan gave me a swift pat on the head and dropped my final pay into my hands. The eerie man whipered a few strange words and I blacked out.
I awoke in my home, with the last of the money I needed on my bedside stand, and I knew, without a doubt, that everyone at the party died. The malicious man, Jonathan, was a warlock, and only I knew.
I was given a mission by him. There would be a party full of the most powerful men in the country, whom enslaved our innocent families for their insatiable greed. I was to aquire the job of a servant boy, and get rid of the majority so he would not have to waste too much enery in killing the rest.
I had the last of my money. I could now free family and run away somewhere distant, a place where we could be happy and make an honest living. I was going to begin our life anew, I just needed to finish my last job and aquire the last bit of money that I needed, which I now had.
So I, the only survivor of the ball, strode out of my house, drew my dagger, and freed my family from their prison.