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The masquerade was in full swing, the floor of the slightly decrepit and dimly lit ballroom packed with people, some dancing while others stood idly, chatting and drinking wine. The people looked like glittering monsters, all dressed in fairly muted colors with the occasional green or red or even vibrant blue, the darkness of the room magnifying the eerie aura. Sitting slightly above the crowd on a raised platform, the scarred prince lounged disinterestedly on his throne, his eyes like fire scanning the crowd with general apathy.
Two of his lackeys came over-the zealot and the guard. One a cunning righteous zealot who's childish and prophetic nonsense was a vague cover for the pure destruction he wished to bring upon the world, the other a foolish former soldier who's traumatic post rendered him somewhat insane(in my MHA version this is Shiggy and Twice-)