DE Meeting ( Everyone Post )

It had been awhile since Aaron had laid host to a meeting for the Death Eaters, but it was not for nothing, he had been.... busy. But, things had been happening, and it was time to get everyone on the same page. He told Sophie to summon everyone to the meeting area where he would already be waiting at the head of the table.

Things had changed since the last time they had seen Aaron. He was not his usual, vibrant, self but a more sinister version of that. His eyes had darkened, his skin paled, and it looked as if he had lost quite a bit of sleep. Learning the spell that Silvyr had created, just for him, had taken quite a toll on his physical body. He was recovering, albeit slowly, but as for now they would have to deal with him like this.

They had captured Khaat Lupin and Nemo Omara, set Diagon Alley ablaze, and had a successful attack on a muggle village. To say he had been impressed was an under statement, he did not think they had it in them, but they had proven him wrong. None the less, he would not make their heads explode with an ego boost, they already had enough of it.

Vincent was surprised to see that he was the first to arrive at the meeting. Given their newfound success, Vincent had begun to take a bigger role in the Death Eaters. But while he had been surprised by the death eater's recent successes, Vincent wasn't able to make out what Aaron's overall strategy was. Hopefully the meeting would clear it out, being kept in the dark was not something he was used to. Looking at Aaron, Vincent had began to respect him much more since the first meeting. In his opinion, Aaron by far the best leader the Death Eaters had since Voldemort, and could restore the balance between the Order and Death Eaters. Despite all that, Vincent could not bow to him as the leader would usually expect. He settled for a sort of semi-bow, and took his seat.

Sofie was already in the manor, but she was watching after Nemo Omara. The meeting would be beginning soon, however, so she slipped him a sleeping potion, locked up his cell, and made her way out of the dungeon and to their usual meeting place. On her way up, Sofie collected a tray of tea and scones- she liked to bring some civility to this mess and Aaron had always seemed to appreciate the touch she brought.

She entered the room and smiled at Aaron, bending her knees and dipping her head. She spotted Vincent Majere, and she smiled at him as well. She placed the tray on the table and warmly said, "Tuck in. The scones are fresh." She settled herself at Aaron's right, before pouring tea for the two men.

Morrigan slunk into the room, her eyes instantly drawn to Aaron. The man seemed to be in failing health. She would hate to be the one to cross him tonight. He did not seem to be in a patient mood.

Vincet and Sofie had already arrived. Morrigan had a tolerance for Sofie, and even grudgingly acknowledged the fact that she had a certain respect for her. She reserved judgment for Vincet. She did not yet know him so well.

Morrigan kept her tongue as she made her way to her spot at the table, however she did jerk her head in greeting. Being of a lower rank than those who were already seated, Morrigan took her seat towards the end of the table on the left side opposite of Aaron.

Jack's heart pounded in her chest. She was across from d'Eath Manor, a letter clenched in her hand. Vito had provided her with the ability to enter the gates- that was the plus side to creating a poltergeist. He could send a bit of himself into her, enough to put an identification in her as a Death Eater. As awkward and strange as it was, it was enough to get the job done. Who else would have been able to pull that off?

Vito wasn't very active in the Death Eaters anymore, but every shady wizard knew his name and respected him. His murder rate consisted of half of the murders done in the area. His business thrived, he got what he wanted. And he loved the opportunity to put Jack Dyllan in his debt. It was a win-win situation.

Jack waited. She could hear someone else approaching so she walked down the street a bit, pulling her hood on and turning away from the manor. Wait for a few more people... then she would go in.

Ne'Os made his way up the walkway with a idle wave of his hand the gates opened for him. He wished he could say he came alone but as usual the raven sat perched on his shoulder. It scanned the area while it spoke in its disturbing voice. Ne'Os had stopped listening a while ago but he figured it was a rant on how Ne'Os did not let it kill whoever it pleased. He knew that if he let the raven do what it wished half of London would now be dead.

He walked through the front door and found his way to the meeting room. His eyes swept the room taking in the others that had already arrived. His eyes stopper on Aaron who he then gave a polite nod to and a greeting with "Dark one" before he found his seat.

People were not showing up as quickly as Aaron had hoped. He was not shocked, though, things were starting to kind of go down hill for a few of the members. Since he had ordered them to attack Diagon and the muggle village a lot of them had been laying low. He would punish them as it was needed, but for now, he just needed to see who was going to remain loyal.

He nodded to everyone who came in and he watched as everyone took their seats. When Morrigan came in she took a seat at the end of the table, and Aaron piped up, he had been thinking about something for awhile. "Morrigan," He said softly and he pointed to a seat that was usually reserved for Cherubims. "Please, have a seat a little closer." he had been thinking of giving her the promotion for awhile now, but hopefully she would realize it was official now.

Before she could move, he turned his attention to Ne'os, "We have a guest outside Ne'os. Please, go and welcome her, but be nice." He was sure everyone would be quite shocked at who was coming in, but they would not attack her unless Aaron specifically told her to.

( This is my last post before people start being late to the meeting. Please post so I do not have to reprimand you. )

Morrigan's head snapped up in surprise when she was addressed by the Dark Lord, and a pleased flush crept to her scarred face when he directed her to a seat reserve for Cherubims. She had always assumed that Aaron thought her to be too brash and untrustworthy for a promotion, but she must have done something to prove her worth to him. With a slight self-satisfied smirk on her face, Morrigan rose fluidly and relocated to the allocated seat. She now merely hoped that she would do nothing to muss this up.

At Aaron's words to Ne'os, Morrigan turned her head to watch the door. She was curious as to who the new member was. She knew of current recruiting attempts for more Death Eaters, however she hadn't realized that anyone had been so close as to join them at the table. Morrigan would be very pleasantly surprised when faced with the woman whom she had met before.

Ne'Os stood and gave another small bow before turning and exiting. He made his way outside to look for their guest. A small smile appeared when he saw who it was. Ne'Os paused a moment as he instructed the Raven to patrol the skies around the Manor before he walked over to her.

"Shall we get out of the cold?" he asked "I guarantee you will be perfectly safe." Without looking back to see if she was following he walked back to the front door. He stopped to hold it open for her. He wondered the reason why a order member would come here. Perhaps she was a turncoat. Or perhaps she was cursed. He supposed she would find out soon.

Of all of the Death Eaters to fetch her, this one was the worst. Her first test had come. How she itched to rid the world of Ne'Os Emof. However, she doubted she was the only one withing a mile radius who wouldn't mind him dead, so perhaps this wasn't too strange a feeling for a Death Eater to have.

Jack smiled back at Ne'Os. "I didn't think otherwise." He turned and the smiled slid off of her face. She lowered her hood and followed him, walking past him without a glance as she entered the cold halls. How many blood purists had cursed her blood in this house? How many of her friends and colleagues had their fate decided among the frequent visitors? Jack was a dead woman walking, an enemy to the building itself.

She could tell where to go by the lit torches, and soon she stepped into the meeting place of the Death Eaters. Straight into the lion's den. Her eyes flicked between them all. Aaron Marcheti. A strange woman, one who frequented Diagon. The werewolf in charge of terrorizing her. And her biggest enemy behind her.

"Cozy in here," she said cheerfully.