So this here is just a short prologue for this new story, which should be really fun later on. I can't fit this scene into the first chapter so I decided to put it here as the prologue. I'll explain further when I post the first chapter (after I finish the Divide and Immortality updates) so for now all you need to know is that the world is based on a deck of cards and the 4 suits/factions/kingdoms are at war. But... more on that when the story ACTUALLY begins.


The first to go was his top hat. White gloves stood stark against the charcoal dye of the hat and he stared long and hard. He really liked that hat, so it was a pity when he placed it on the rack and stepped further inside, resigning to the fact that he couldn't bring it along.

Royal purple walls were there to great him, every colour brilliantly vibrant, every surface polished until it shined. Gold trim accented everything within, giving the room just a little brighter an appearance, and he smiled as he headed over to the bed.

First to go was his suit jacket. It unbuttoned easily enough, sliding off his shoulders and away from his form to reveal a black dress shirt. It hit the plush surface of the mattress with a soft noise and he took a moment to eye the rich fabrics now so carelessly tossed aside, the blues and yellows somewhat dimmed by the lightly-coloured sheets now surrounding them. He sighed.

As he undid the white cravat around his neck he sauntered over to the full-length mirror against the wall, dull eyes boring into his own reflection as the white cloth was dropped and left forgotten on the floor by his feet. He leaned to the side and reached for a simple grey tie, sliding it around his neck and beneath the collar of his shirt. But before he tied it, the black collar was pulled away to reveal an equally dark diamond tattoo on the side of his neck. He watched as its shape morphed and stretched until what remained was the neat, carefully constructed shape of a spade—simple, yet believable.

The blond pulled on a plain grey vest, straightening it onto his form before doing up the buttons on the front and looking himself over with analyzing eyes. It looked alright... basic, plain, easy to miss. What else, though…

Ah, right. The gloves. But he didn't have black gloves. What a bother…

Taking a deep, calm breath, he eyed the material over his hands, never blinking as he focused. Black splotches of ink burst onto the clean, pure silk of his glove, spreading out across the surface and connecting until none of the original shade was left. He smiled again, letting out a satisfied hum as he glanced back into the mirror's surface—at his face. What to do about that…

Green eyes became blue as he started to shift. He could feel the bones in his face changing, reconstructing as his pallid-white skin tanned and blond strands darkened into a near-black brown.

The change settled and the strange, tingly feeling of his body being altered dissipated, leaving him to look over the results of his efforts with interest and amusement. It was quite convincing, the way his facial structure became so very different from what it really looked like. But one last…

Placing a hand over his chest, he concentrated. When he pulled away he found a crest embroidered across the front, and his mouth stretched into a grin.

His deception complete, the game could finally commence.


Adieu~