He pulled his cloak tighter around himself as he slipped through the crowd, his unusual silhouette unnoticed by the crowd – though he doubted these mortals would be so calm if they could see what he actually looked like. Then again, this was where He had come from, and many of His pawns were still around. His eyes narrowed as he considered how much damage they could do to his plan, if given the chance. Well, no matter – he would just have to make sure that they never got the chance.
He could still make out his so-called partner up ahead, attempting to disappear into the crowd and failing. His entire plan had been put in jeopardy, by one man – one simple mortal. He was not even from Mundus Magicus, but simply a hired local. The thought set his teeth on edge. He had underestimated the locals once; he would not do it again.
His fingers curled around the jewel in his hand. No, not again.
He continued to stalk his prey through the town, weaving through the crowds as silent as a wraith, always careful to keep his target in sight. Unlike his prey though, he could not blend in, no matter how little attention the locals gave him. Sooner or later, he would be seen. Then the real game would begin.
And soon enough his prey came to a stop, almost mid-step. His target froze where he was, the way a person does when somebody is staring at them. When his prey turned around though, he didn't bother to look away like most people would. He simply kept staring and watched as the color drained from his face. Behind his mask, he grinned. He was going to enjoy this.
His prey began to run, but it mattered not. One finger traced over where his left ear would be as his grinned widened. There was no escape now. Even as his prey shoved and jostled his way through the crowd, he kept his pace steady. He was going to draw this out, watch as his target slowly realized that there was no hope, no way out. Then, and only then, would he finally exact his revenge.
The crowd continued to just ignore him, now paying more attention to the panicking young man barging through scores of people then the looming figure calmly slipping around pedestrians. Sadly, the target wasn't much of a challenge and he soon caught up with him outside what looked like a train station. A single backhanded swing sent his target sprawling, and the pedestrians around him scuttled back, the sudden violence of action something they were unused to.
"You tried to steal from me," The cloaked figure hissed, taking a step forward that caused his target to skitter back. "Did you really think I wouldn't notice?"
"Come on man!" The young man defended himself, backing himself further away from the cloaked figure. "You don't need all of those! Besides, you can't even use them around here."
"Then you have no need to take them." The figure snapped back.
"They don't even work!" the young man yelled back. "Those things haven't worked around here in years!"
"That is none of your concern." The cloaked figure replied calmly. "What is of your concern is how I plan on dealing with you."
"You can have the junk back!" The young man pleaded, pulling himself to his knees. "I can't even move it! Nobody wants to buy."
"You assume that all I am interested in is taking back what was originally mine."
The young man gulped. "W-what are you interested in?" He watched as the cloaked figure extended on hand and, calmly, dropped the jewel at his feet.
"Watching you burn." The cloaked figure twisted his hand in a strange gesture. He would not be stopped. Not by some hapless pawn of his own with delusions of grandeur. And not by some half-rate Ministra Magi with a few clever tricks. "Ignio"
And then the square erupted in flame.