1 Hour and 30 Minutes Earlier
The Spy watched quietly as the two of them seperately walked out of the building, they just heard that they would be executing the most difficult jobs in each of their respective careers by the looks on their faces. He didn't have to look hard or long to come to that conclusion, it was a gift, just one look and he could tell what they were thinking and what they were feeling. Not only that but with enough analysis he could essentially become that person, the personality, clothing, and speech down to a tee, but even all that couldn't have prepared him for the assignment he was about to engage in. He plugged the tiny chip in and listened intently as he always did whenever the Leader spoke, even through the multiple layers of encryption there was something very familiar about it as though he'd heard it in a dream. The Spy returned to reality just as the Leader gave the mission briefing, after he finished the Spy left the building to the Assassin who seemed too wrapped up in his own worries to even notice the chip stretched out for him to take.
He had just heard important news and didn't need another thing to worry about was the Spy's educated guess, "poor guy" he thought to himself as he headed back to his home, there he changed into much more formal attire. When the costume was donned the Spy guessed that no one, not even the mayor himself would suspect his hidden motives nor his presence at such a prestigious event without so much as an invitation to verify his false status in the Upper Class of this fine city. An hour later he arrived at the dinner party, he expected to arrive sooner but his train was delayed by some sort of defect in the previous train's magnetic couplings. Apparently the first compartment had been seperated from the rest by a fierce sandstorm but he didn't pry any further into it, he walked into the luxurious palace through a side entrance just as a crowd of partygoers passed by. He laughed right on cue to some joke he hadn't heard the leader of the group say, the ones nearest to him looked at him somewhat suspiciously but then turned back around not wanting to cause a scene over a sharply dressed man that may have merely wandered over.
The Spy began his hunt as he entered the main area with the others, he detached himself from the group and made his way over to the wide, semicircular staircase on the right. He noticed a particularly well decorated looking gentleman and made his way over to him, the gentleman detected his approach and said "Is there something you need, young man?" The Spy looked him over quickly then replied, "As a matter of fact there is, sir. You see my name is Jonathan Greenston, and I am the Duke of Skudai, a small town likely never heard of in these parts of the world. I received an invitation but I'm afraid I've lost it, and as it just so happens I never caught a glimpse of the host's name, it seems silly but I am rarely invited to parties of such splendor and I wanted to thank him personally."
He digested this for a moment and it appears the others around him did as well then answered, "Well, I'm sorry to say this lad but I can't recall his name either, did any of you fine fellows catch the host's name?" he looked around at the people around him but only saw them shake their heads. "It appears that the host of this occasion wished to remain anonymous, however he should be in this room somewhere. The best of luck to you" with that he turned back to the conversation he was interrupted from, leaving the Spy to seek the host himself. He searched the ballroom, the hallways, even the gourmet kitchen, but every times he received the same answer "I haven't seen him," eventually he came to the conclusion that he simply wasn't there but just then, as fate would have it, the noise of trumpets resounded throughout the room and the host appeared at the top of the stairwell.
He was of average heighth with a broad, thickset frame, he wore exstravagant and exotic clothing, and had an almost comforting voice, almost. The Spy saw through his joyously false exterior straight into his corrupt heart and gleaned that the motives for this occasion were not in the least well intentioned, in fact he sensed a very deep hostility toward everyone before him, no wait, toward everyone in general. Something wasn't right with this man but at the moment he couldn't tell exactly what, "maybe that's for the better" he thought to himself. The host welcomed the guests with a bowing gesture and told them all why they were gathered there on that evening, "Today is very special because we will be making history tonight, if you will all follow me I will show you what I mean." The other guests seemed convinced by his confidence and conviction but the Spy felt chills down his spine whenever he heard the man speak, he shook it off for now and followed uneasily as they funneled toward a door on the right side of the hallway adjacent to the stairs.
As the Spy entered the large, crowded laboratory the host had led them to he felt a strange presence, it was even worse than the host himself. For once he didn't seem to be alone in this, nervous muttering could be heard throughout the room, the host stepped lightly onto a platform at the far end and began to speak his poisoned honey once more. The muttering stopped as they listened almost hypnotically, he himself felt the strange urge to listen to this joyous little fellow but every time he began to drift off that feeling returned, like he was being watched by some ancient force, one that was bent on devouring every living soul on the face of this planet and every other planet in existance. He noticed then that all noise in the room had ceased and that they were all staring at a large, round object set in the wall, a strange pulsating filled the air and terror seized his heart. The Spy jumped forward, tackling everyone before him just as a giant, black thing came through the device, at first the guests attacked savagely trying to get a look at the thing but then they just went limp in his arms. He began to black out as well, the thing had taken form and was currently breathing in brilliant points of bright light that seemed to seep out of the gawking guests then darkness engulfed him.
He awoke twenty minutes later surrounded by fuzzy black shapes, as his eyes adjusted in the meager light they still didn't seem to focus as if he was being prevented from seeing them fully. At that moment a man walked in, he wore casual business attire and a pocketwatch with a diamond set in the lid, the man began to speak but something was wrong with the Spy's ears, judging however from the gestures he was making he seemed to be introducing himself. The Spy tried to move, to indicate that he couldn't hear but his arms wouldn't cooperate, a ringing sound presently appeared from the soundless void and he was aware of a rough, inhuman voice speaking to him. All sound flooded back in suddenly and the voice seemed to notice, "That's better, isn't it?" it ground out, the Spy looked around for the origin of the voice but only found the fuzzy black figures and the man before him.
"Who's there?" he said trying to conceal his fright, the man twisted his head toward him in one swift motion and opened his mouth as if to talk but instead of a human voice the gravelly sound emerged from his throat. The Spy tried not to cry in terror, "I am the one you have been seeking am I not?" it sounded "Your boss sent you to find me, well here I am but I no longer care for any business of his. You see, I have evolved into a higher species, you now behold the Mouth of Ahriman" at that the figures in the background moaned inhumanly. At that moment the chip informed him of a key detail straight from the Leader's mouth, "Well then Mouth of Ahriman, tell the man whose body you've infected to meet me tomorrow at four, don't be late" the Spy said spitefully. The Mouth seemed about to speak once more but was cut off by a brilliant flash of light that filled the room, all of them screeched horrifyingly then all was silent and the Spy was gone. Moments later he was seen following a very satisfied looking woman out of the downtown temple with a briefcase.