WHO: Thezor & Gellert WHEN: late night / early morning WHERE: the Underworld WHAT: more plotting and planning of the evil kind RATING: pg13
Things were going exactly according to Thezor's plan. Whispers were circulating through both continents. The select few who knew what was going on were starting to form tiny drops of panic. And while this Grindelwald couldn't quite be trusted yet, he was easy enough to control. Surprise anyone with the knowledge that demons actually exist and they would fall in line with whatever side benefited them best. And Thezor knew exactly how to pull the strings so things fell in his direction this time.
It was time to take the next step. Without so much as a warning, Thezor summoned Gellert to him. His eyes flashed black for a moment. Unlike the demons in the room, Gellert did not bow. But Thezor knew he would, eventually. "I have another target for you." Thezor didn't bother with formalities. Nor did he bother to wait and see if Gellert was interested. Thezor was calling the shots here. "The rest of the Ambrose family is from the south, from Dallas. Their daughter is in London. So far they're the only connection between your world and mine. You will decimate her family and I will send my own minions after the other witch."
Gellert nodded and did not speak. It was wise on his part. He was still trying to figure the whole thing out. The last week or so had been spent catching up on what he missed. He hadn't even called Voldemort's Death Eaters, or the heirs of the Knights of Walburgis to himself yet. There was a lot more to this than what Thezor was letting on, and Gellert wanted to be prepared when the tables turned.