The Dark Order

1.5

An elegant, white-forward restaurant. Six-person round tables cover the spacious venue, perfectly set for high-roller patrons. Money equates to power-type, pretentious men and women passing those shitty qualities down to the next generation of snobby elites.

It's empty.

Aside from a Black-haired, two-hundred-year-old, Asian female sitting alone at a table in the center of the room. She has flawless skin, almost ageless, tall, and slim... This is Serenity Pyfir, SSA Commander, she's the Grim Reaper. She's a psychopathic mage who doesn't look a day over forty. She's stirring a cup of hot green tea, slowly, methodically. 

There are SSA Soldiers present. They're spread strategically around the space. Each soldier is dressed in SSA dress outfits: Black Blazers, ties, and slacks. Uniformed. No autonomy. 

However, there are four of them who stand out, these four radiate auras of untamed havoc. They reside on all four sides of Pyfir.

The first stands in the rear left corner beside the rear dining entry. He's a twenty-five, Brown-haired, buzz-cut, Hispanic male, standing with his arms crossed, back against the door. This is Jose. His physique is top-tier but with the bifocals, one might consider him more brain than brawn. He's without a blazer, and the sleeves of his dress shirt are rolled up. He loves literature, reading, and quoting, and he's deaf.

There's a branding on his arm. It's an Acrane Circle with a skull centered. He observes each corner of the room, where the other three shadows guard.

In the front left corner is a twenty-eight, shoulder-length, blonde-haired, Green-eyed, White male, wearing a left eyepatch. This is Grayson. He has the same branding, it's partially exposed on his neck. He's six-four, sitting with his feet on a table, picking under his fingernails with a knife. He's an overconfident asshole.

In the front right corner, is a thirty-red-haired, White female. A face full of freckles, she's wearing her hair in a bun. This is Charlotte. She's five-ten, sitting with her legs crossed, scratching at her palm, where there's a deep scar. It's the same branding as the others. Though sweet, something about the look in her eyes tells you there's something darker... sinister.

In the rear right corner, is a sixty-year-old, bald, Black male. This is Luther. He's five feet tall, that's with shoes. He has deep wrinkles forming with age and leans forward when walking. He looks beyond his years but he's hovering above the floor. Unbothered. He's been branded on the crown of his head. He's the voice of reason, an oracle of sorts.

 These are her Holy Bishops. These are advanced tier mages, whose lives belong to the one who brands them. Their magic is rarely seen due to its ability to cause catastrophic damage.

Charlotte looks at Jose, who doesn't notice her, even as she waves her hand to grab his attention. When he finally sees her, she uses sign language and says, I don't know what it is but you look delicious today.

With a bashful smirk as he shakes his head, he signs back, maybe you can have a taste later. He winks at her. This makes her bite her lip. 

"Why don't you two freaks get a room?" The white male interjects. 

She quickly rebuttals, "Why don't you fuck off?" She signs, Grayson's being an asshole. 

Jose uncrosses his arms, with attitude signs, HEY!

Charlette looks over to Grayson. "Jose wants you."

Grayson looks over as Jose signs, and Charlotte interprets. "Maybe you should focus on keeping a woman." Then he gives him the middle finger.