It's getting dark outside. Curtains flutter on the window, the last rays of sunlight create looming shadows that wrap around the dark room.

The mirror on the dressing table and wardrobe create an illusion of a larger room.

All the furniture is wood - old fashioned. The lamps, the paintings on the wall - antiques as well.

A running shower comes to a halt. Footsteps.

A shivering hand gently picks up the black suit neatly kept on the bed. The silhouette of this huge figure puts on the suit and switched on the dressing table lamp, the soft yellow light revealed Gray's thin face features, looking dangerously pale. His eyes looked pitch dark as if they were night itself.

"I thought you hated wearing suits." a shaky voice spoke in the background.

"Today is one of those days." Gray answered, showing no evidence of how he truly felt about what he was about to do.

"Ahh." agreed the voice in the background. "I would wish you good luck, but for what you're about to do luck tends to run out pretty fast."

Midnight. Gray leaves the black van by the back door, hustly entering an old, worn out building from the main entrance. The grand hall inside showered Gray with bright lights, laughter could be heard coming out of the rooms that started to appear in front of Gray. Illusions, he had guessed. Soon a handful of waiters appeared in front of him, offering him glasses of champaign and snacks to bite on before dinner. He turned around and found a man dressed in all black, looking back at him.

The watcher.

"Gray!" exclaimed a worn-out man in his late 30s from one of the rooms. Grabbing Gray by one of his hand, the man dragged him into one of the rooms. The doors behind Gray closed, guarded by tall very-well built men.

The man was dressed very much like Gray, only with a quiet lighter suit, and a glass of champaign in his withered hand.

"I'm glad you could make it. We were just talking about you." He led Gray to a handful of old men who were standing close by the window of the room. They were the only ones in the room, excluding a few waiters who would come and go through the closed doors. To them, the door appeared to be very well open.

They're singling me out.

Gray slightly bowed and shook hands with every man in the room.

"What a pleasant surprise." Vice-President Mard Geer smiled weakly at Gray after the two shook hands. "I hoped to speak with you about th-"

"I'm sure it's not my place to speak with you about the matter that involves the Academy in it, Vice-President." Gray swiftly interrupted him.

Mard Geer was slightly taken aback, but he swiftly recovered. "Of course," he nodded. "Give my best regards to Ur."

"Sure will." Gray nodded.

It has been 45 minutes since Gray joined the party. He was unable to leave it for good 20 minutes before every guest was welcomed into the dining room.

"Ahem," the old man stood up from his seat, taking a fake cough to gather his guests' attention. "Everyone, thank you for joining me today. Special thank you goes to Mard Geer," the tall, black haired man nodded in response, "Who secretly gathered us here today, without letting the Magic Counsel know."

"As you all know, these are dark times for mages. Mortals are fighting against us, and since 15 years have passed, I believe they have found the ultimate weapon that might just evaporate us."

Gasps around the room could be heard, men and women gathered around the dining table whispered back and forth between themselves.

"But, fear not! While humans have spent 15 years looking, we have been getting more stronger than ever! With our forces joined together, we can send them right where they came from!"

Nodding and quiet cheering passed around the room like a cold breeze on a winter night.

"What about the Academy?" Gray whispered.

"The Academy?" asked the man.

"Surely, Ivan," Gray nodded at the man, "You have no intentions of getting the Academy involved into such thing? And the Magic Counsel? Have they agreed to such non-sense?"

"Non-sense, you say," Ivan's face turned red. "Have they not murdered your parents, Gray? Have the not left your borther half blind in the right eye?" Ivan smirked his smug smile towards Gray's direction. "This is why I did not want Ur knowing about this meeting. The headmistress can have a day off from the politics, I say. But you, Gray... You have such potential. Look around you. Thousand wielders die, numbers are rising up with every passing year. Do you not want to end our suffering? To end the days where we always have to look behind our backs, in fear that we might be targeted by mortals?"

Gray stiffened. Keeping his head down, he rose up from his seat and looked around the room. Most of the people gathered around the table were Dark Arts dealers. People who should be behind bars for using their powers wrong. Murderers.

Smirk.

"I must say, this is quiet a show you put on, Ivan." Gray put his hand into a fist. "But I'm not interested."

Jumping onto the table, Gray called after his Demon Slayer powers, letting them take over his body, compelling them to kill every single person in the room. And he did. Almost.

Coming back, Gray noticed Mard Geer's seat to be empty, and a thin presence of dark magic leading to the window.

Coward, Gray thought before exiting the room.

Mission accomplished.

First chapter published: yay! Reviews are welcomed, hopefully this wasn't too graphic, people! I mean, I did just let Gray kill around a dozen of people, whoopsnotreally! :)