"WHAT DO YOU MEAN THEY'RE LIVING IN MY QUARTERS!?"
Wyvios was sweating bullets as he paced around and tried to get as much information as possible regarding the two monsters he sent out being mere flukes. He had half a mind to go in there and take their lives personally, but with so many Casters, he'd rather not take that chance at the moment. A marking was made to allow such connections to happen, glowing whenever the other person spoke through it, allowing the volume to go around him rather than being directly into his head.
"So sorry, my liege... But how else are we to describe it? They're all playing a children's game in there, all of them! Jormungan, Fenrir, even Eustace! Those kids must've snuck him into the hospital wing and patched him up good as new. I deeply apologize for-"
"The only thing I'm supposed to hear is their guts splayed on the ground and the children hunting after MORE of our beasts. Why would they be buddy-buddy!? Whatever... Koina will recon me their next movements. Make sure she doesn't lose sight of them. She's not playing the games there, is she?"
"Far as I'm aware, no. If anything, she's helping to keep score. Seems her condition doesn't want her to move as much as the other lively folk."
"Good. Last thing that I want is for my spy to do something dumb and play along with them." With that, the markings disappeared, vanishing and disintegrating into the wall, as if it never existed. Wyvios would groan as he'd grip his face, nearly pulling it off as he'd slam his body around the room, before landing onto the floor and wallowed. "...What am I to DO?! Any monster I'd throw would only bolster their forces... But if I don't distract them long enough, they're going to know EVERYTHING! I need... I neeeeeed..." He'd tap his feet to the ground, his eyes darting across the place as he searched for an answer.
Alas, only he was there to loom over.
Jesta Spade.
"A predicament, I'd imagine?" He'd ask, the mask remaining unchanged. He watched as Wyvios struggled to get back on his feet, his worries mingled with his malice.
"YES! He's TAMING them! Like he's some sort of collector!! If he keeps this up, he'll have MY army, and I'll be left with NOTHING! I can't let that happen... I WON'T!!" Wyvios' shouts were as violent as they were desperate, yet it didn't shook the Faustian Devil. Far from it, actually.
"You could always make a better deal with me here~."
"DO YOU KNOW WHO YOU'RE DEALING WITH!?" Wyvios screamed as he'd get up close and personal with the Devil, staring through those hollowed eyes like nothing. His veins were visible as his facade nearly broke before Jesta, fully willing to lose himself to the void behind his mask. He'd let go and pace around the room, before a thought came to his mind. "Wait... Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, There's a chance. There's an opportunity..."
"Oh?"
"The brat... The boy... The DHAMPIR!! He's coming over soon for 'Enlightenment'!" His hands were up in the air flailing, a finger pointed at his ceiling, as he paced some more, his eyes darting, his smile beginning to dawn and creep up ear to ear. "He can fix this...! He can fix all of this...!! He's with the King of Nihil's quarters... and they recently failed their attempted invasion! If I let him hunt after that little Magician's group, If I have him rip them limb by limb! If I have him ensure the deaths of those brats, I can frame him! I can set him up! He'd be expelled, exonerated, EXECUTED!! Child death is a VERY notable crime, so we can use that as an advantage and have him hanged! Drawn and quartered! Sentenced to the Gallows! MELTED BEFORE OUR BRILLIANT CREATION!!! ITS GENIUS, GENIUS, GENIUS!!!! BRILLIANT, I SAY! BRI-"
SHIKK!!
A knife, carving straight through the walls, the harsh slash being a wake-up call, a signal to let Wyvios calm down. "Less rambling, more talking, Dragonkin. You're not making sense here..." Jesta complained, as he'd be quick to look through a few documents, mainly to read them up in his past time. Such papers, however, would be snatched as Wyvios' mania soars further, cracking a whole different expression from the mask, one of astonishment and shock.
"THIS IS TALKING!! If the Dhampir takes out the new forces, I'LL BE SET!! They must've probably found out about Project Helios! THEY'LL LEAVE ME IN RUIN IF THEY RAT IT OUT TO THE PUBLIC EYE!! I mustn't let them get away with this!" Immediately, the King punched into the knife, allowing another sigil to be born, a quick message to relay to the others. "If any of you see a Farmboy with fangs and piercing eyes, LET HIM INSIDE IMMEDIATELY! Bring him to my upper quarters! Don't let ANYONE see them! If they start to get suspicious and follow him, send Majora! Let her shut them up! If that fails, send Dahak! Let him take their brains for his next STEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEW!!" His words were drawn out, as panic began to arose on the other line, noticing his instability and insanity. Once the sigil cuts off and he leaves, he'd try to get as much fresh air as possible, trying to not lose his mind over it, hoping such waves would calm him down.
Jesta was at a loss for once. He immediately picked up the papers and began to take out an ink and quill, noting every behavior he's seen, every quirk he's shown. "Remarkable... It's just like the ramblings of Hiernomino. I've never imagined such insanity over a mere gathering..." He'd mumble, peering over to see if he was doing well, shocked at his transition from hysteria to serenity with a few, strong breaths of fresh air. "...and with such speed and fluidity. It's almost as if his madness is a second mind. Has he always been this delirious? I don't exactly recall him behaving like this when we first did our deal. Does he act like this when things go awry?" He'd loom his head over, pondering how close the Dhampir was getting, before seeing him enter through the dome, immediately taken in by the populace, led over to the side of the Kingdom for ease of access. "I have to see this breakdown again. With any luck, I might be able to replicate these emotions with one of my actors. Imagine if Hamlet behaved in this way, analytical but with an obsession for the very murder he wants to commit. This is far too rich to abandon..." As he mumbled and tried to follow along to the new guest, a new idea came to his mind.
He was so fixated onto Project Helios. Imagine the tragedy, the grief of it all, if his plans dashed as fast as it went, when his perfect sun dies out with a whimper.