Atlanta, Georgia
Unknown Location
September 17th 2001
"I've waited a long time for this night."
"I know you have, but don't get reckless, Thomas is no fool and he won't just roll over and give you the keys to his kingdom."
"The fool hangs on to the old ways to much, it is a time for the here and now, it is time for the children of Caine, to rise against their fathers and carve the next evolution into the history books."
"Kessler, if I didn't know you any better I would swear you are of Malkavian blood line, but you have the desire to lead even more then the Ventrue."
Kessler looked at the grotesque vampire in front of him.
"Don't worry about my desires Sewer Rat, you will be well taken care of once I burn this city, and remodel it in my image."
"I have no doubts, my Prince." Responded the Nosfratu.
Kessler turned to leave, the light rain starting to fall onto his black trench coat.
"Remember, I will send word to you once everything is in place on my end."
"I understand. I haven't been around for the last 100 years by being stupid or naïve, I will follow through as per our agreement, you make sure you come through on your part."
Kessler nodded, he hated the fact he needed the Nosfratu to finish his plans. A fact he could not change now.
45 minutes later.
Primogean Council
The room was large but the Elders of the city enjoyed it that way. The seats were arranged in a partial circle with the Princes chair directly in the middle. To the left of his chair were the elders of the Tremere, Brujah and Malkavians. On the Right were the Ventrue, Nosfratu and Toreador. The Gangrel did not hold a seat, it was not uncommon for a clan not to hold a seat in any given seat, but Thomas demanded each clan would have one Kindred on the council. The only none elder was the Tremere, he was a younger Vampire not more the 50 years, but that didn't make him less deadly, he was after all the Regents childe. Kessler walked in and took his seat at his post of the Tremere.