Sentinus ordered himself to be chained to two great pillars in the Colosseum. He was, for the first time, totally naked in public. It was necessary. Today he would remove his mask of this god-like figure and show his real, monstrous self to his Family. Today was the turning point from helpful cult to a Dictatorial Army. After midnight, no one again would question the might of the Family and the world would be his.

Family members assembled and after surprise they took their kneeling stance. If it was possible, Sentinus was about to become more than a God.

*Melanie was kneeling in the crowd like the rest of The Family members. Anticipation and tension filled the air. Anyone who knew anything was silent; This had to be important, Sentinus wouldn't do this for just anything. Melanie's gaze was frozen on Sentinus, not wanting to blink for fear that she would miss what he had brought them all here for. Her anxiousness was written on her face, and it was clear that she was thinking up a million horrible things that he could do or have done.*



~Mel

He looked upon his slaves, a wind rose and added to his majesty. All was silent, and he, the most important man on earth was being worshipped by thousands of followers.

He tugged on his chains.

"The War is Peace. Freedom is Slavery. Ignorance is Strength." His words were passionate, echoing all around the arena - getting louder each time.

"What you see here today and what you have seen before this has been a guise. This body is a shell for your real God. Today, a new bode will fill me, I shall unleash my true form and we shall claim the world in the name of Merlin. No more Politics. No more talks. Only Violence in the ever growing conquest for absolute authority."

The chains glowed a brilliant white. A darkness formed in the sky and all that was visible was Sentinus. His skin began to crack and red blood flooded from him forming great rivers in the crowd. His facial skin dried out and rolled away, his eyes exploding and sending sweet gunge into the ocean of redness.

Scream.

He grew taller and a new skin wrapped around him - a white, charred skin with black veins pumping through it. His face contorted - purple eyes, sharp teeth, skin pulled taut over the bones.His long blond hair burned away until just short black hair was left.

Tattoo Marks formed over his over-muscular body. For some he would be even more attractive but for the majority it would incite deep fear into their hearts. His nails grew to claws. He had become a demon.

The chains snapped and a Dark Lord stood before his puppets.

*Melanie screamed when the transformation began. What was happening to him? She knew he must have planned it, so he couldn't be dying, but it was frightening all the same. She looked at the new man in front of her, fear apparent in her eyes. Before, when his features were normal, however handsome, she could gaze up at him adoringly. Now that he became...a demon...she couldn't look at him without fearing that he would punish her. She still retained ultimate respect for him, but now the power of fear made her bend further for him.*



~Mel

Flame was among the many which had gathered before a single master, orange sash draped across her shoulder and eyes transfixed upon his form. She watched him, eyes gleaming, and her mind at war with itself.

He's great... No he isn't, he's a monster... He's so powerful... That's because other people make him so... I love him... No, you don't, you admire the power around him...

The battle within her mind had been going on since she had seen Harshing, since she had learnt that she was related to him, since he had dragged memories from the back of her mind. It made her sick. She repulsed herself, being the daughter of a monster, though the servant of a god.

Flame looked away momentarily to eye her clothes. She even looked depressed, though sexy in it, all in black. Her dress was short, another of those more like a cloth than a dress, and knee-high boots added to the 'i'm ready for it' message the dress conveyed. Hand ran through curled hair and, with a sigh, she looked up again- just in time to see a transformation.

Where, for most, it would be something to fear, Flame was even more tranfixed than ever. Grey eyes refused to rip from his form again, and smile fixed across her features. This was something she hadn't expected, though it wasn't an unwelcome surprise.

*Dorien had been brought into the room, confined in a small cage. Chains adorned his entire body, as well as the mask with the mouth bars. He watched the man's transformation into a monster, repulsed and infuriated. How could they possibly follow someone...or something...like that who preached about the destruction of the race of magical creatures when he was little more than a creature himself? He dared not speak though, despite his strong feelings in the matter. Dorien tried to look away from the disgusting display, but as soon as he did, one of the family embers who had been instructed to guard him jabbed a stick at his face, forcing him to watch. Dorien gritted his teeth, trying to ignore the mixed smells of the blood of the master and the fear of the servants. However, the smells provoked an irrestible urge in him; the bitter venom flooded his mouth, making concentration even more impossible.*

A white cloak fell on his back and a crown formed on his head. He spoke, now with a refined rasp but still with the song of persuasion:

"We dare to be great. We slog through this minute life with the poison of tolerance spiking our throats. We watch, accept and die because of the malfunction of this police state. The song of Empire calls my servants, Revolution beckons and all the while the Family stand strong, we shall cause this revolution, we shall crush state and build Empire. We shall be the Giant's in God's world. We shall go forward. Together!"

A passionate speech, thousands of members cheered, on the brink of tears - his name was chanted until his ears popped.

He flung up his arms and the crowd was silenced.

"But, we must remember the dogma of our creed. We must strive to be ever great, as indiviuals. Family members must define the laws of good and greatness and break barriers to achieve might. With might will come great Power. With power we can control this earth.

Purge the filth! Cleanse nation! Rule all!

And a new day will dawn for those who stand long
And the forest will echo with laughter."

Fawne had been one of the few that knelt near the cage. She wasn't close enough to arouse suspicion as she was a few feet behind it and it anything she just looked like her normal ditsy self, unafraid of the chained beast within. In truth she had been worried about Dorien; thinking the meeting was about him. However upon the Grands opening speech she became relieved, that is until he mentioned violence that would begin. At this note she visibly paled to the normal eye.

However her reaction only worsened when his transformation occurred. Being the way she was, she was not inclined to scream. Instead her large eyes widened further and a unsteady pale hand clamped across her mouth as she gave muffled a gasp. Her eyes no longer glanced towards the cage but stared firmly at the floor; an unusual action for the girl.

She allowed a expression of passive fear and neutral behaviour to settle on her features. She was not among those cheering though it just seemed to resemble her nature and did not appear as an act of defiance. However her mind was reeling with though and questions. She could not do this anymore...

Craven had been knelt on the floor in the meeting room listing intently; for once he was no where near his sister and his whole attention was fixated on listing to his Masters words. The time for violence was here; this was what he had joined the family for. He would avenge all those who had lost people to those monsters and they would serve the rightful people. This is what he had been raised for, his father’s exact words upon his news of joining the family.

However he was more than mildly shocked when the Grand transformed. Surely it made him a monster too? He blinked and shook his head lightly. No the Grand was his master and what he said must be right. Craven was raised to follow, by nature he was alone but by instinct he would follow. His voice soon joined the many cheers with a deep yet loud tone. He stopped when indicated but upon the end of the Grand’s words he couldn’t help but pump his fist into the air and shout the words many were already screaming never once noticing either Fawne or Flames reaction. Craven was deep into the family attitude now.

“Rise up! Rule all!”

Woe to you, Oh Earth and Sea, for the Devil sends the
beast with wrath, because he knows the time is short...
Let him who hath understanding reckon the number of the
beast for it is a human number, its number is Six hundred and sixty six.

The lyrics of a muggle song she had once heard filled her mind and she could only think it was because her master reminded her of them. But why she could not tell. He was a demon, in the nicest way, and he held her mind in his iron fist. His word was her law. If he told her to she would jump from a cliff, or kill a friend. On his word she would tear herself apart, her friends and family apart, the world in which she lived apart.

She stood among the many, eyes still transfixed on her master, their cries floding her ears. She herself did not shout, she let those around do it for her, and she felt good for it.