Lathan watched the huddled, cloaked figures file out of the assembly area, none of them making a sound. It was as the silence of the Temple was as sacred as the huge statue of their remorseless God. Shifting his weight between his feet, he twiddled aimlessly with the handle of his Scythe. Lathan ruminated on the task before him and the odd set of circumstances surrounding it.

He had orders to track the temple's Necromagus and should it seem that he make contact with unknown operatives, Lathan was to kill him. Heimburg's Grand Heretic of Algeroth was completely paranoid about not letting on the fact that there was a possible defection of a Necromagus to parties unknown. The mission was given to Lathan for is fanatical devotion to Algeroth and his abilities as a Reaper of Souls.

Lathan absently adjusted his mask as he waited for the Necromagus to finish his nightly duties. After securing the blasphemous tomes and giving his own nightly thanks to Algeroth, the Magus strode over to his private office and shut the door.

Sliding down the curtain next to him, Lathan crawled along the floor smoothly and silently. The pews groaned reluctantly under the assassin's weight, but failed to make a sound above a whisper. He stopped at the altar when the creak of the Magus' door was heard. He was now dressed in civilian clothes and, not seeing the hidden Reaper, continued down the aisle and out the front passage. Lathan waited for a couple of seconds and then started to follow.

The two made their way out of the passage into the heart of the Heimburg barrens, just south of the Reich River. Lathan followed easily in his own car as the Magus' caught a cab and made his way downtown into the 'spicier' section of town. They passed the huge starscrapers of the Bauhaus ministries and the War Colleges. Signs and automated billboards declared that the armies of High Marshal Barignatov had captured a crucial victory against the forces of the Imperial Serenity, and the re-taking of the Graveton beach would be finished by the end of the next month. Lathan smirked humorlessly and shook his head. He knew that it was all propaganda and whether land was captured from Imperial or not did not matter. They would all eventually be consumed by his Lord's rage.

After a couple of hours, Call girls and relaxsuites grew around the streets like a virus. Lowlifes and Grifters wandered the sidewalks, looking for a poor sucker to snag. The Reaper kept up with the cab easily, staying behind six car lengths to avoid detection. Losing them was not a concern for Lathan's eyes and optic nerve had been altered slightly to allow him to ignore light reflecting from intervening obstacles once he had locked onto his target.

The cab slowed and stopped in front of a club that boasted GIRLS All Night!!!! The Magus got out, dusted his coat off, and paid the driver. He started to walk to the club when a beggar wearing a sandwich board moved in front of him The sandwich board read.

THE DAY IS AT HAND!! REPENT AND BE SAVED!!!

The beggar grabbed the Magus by his coat and pleaded. The ears of Lathan just managed to pick at what was being said through the gaggle of onlookers.

"Sir, you SOUL is at risk! You must save yourself!! Save your SOUL!!!," the beggar ranted.

The Magus glared at him for a brief moment before shoving the foul smelling preacher out of the way. He walked over to the club and walked inside.

Lathan got out of his car and moved to the darkened building across the street. Unnoticed, he scaled the wall and took up a position on the roof overlooking the entranceway. He brought out his Scythe and quickly broke it down into its prime components and re-assembled it into a small blowdart pipe. He got out his poison tipped darts, and prepared to terminate his target for the greater glory of Algeroth.

After waiting for an hour, the Magus walked out with three other cowled figures. Lathan took no time in giving a short burst of air into the pipe sending a dart out into the neck of the Magus. He brought the pipe from his mouth to inspect his work.

The Magus simply turned to look to where the Reaper was... and smiled.

"Today's the day."

Lathan spun himself around in time to be greeted by a shotgun blast in the chest. His body was flung back into the wall of the roof and his Soulscythe clattered to the busy street blow. The night ghouls and working girls scattered, heading for cover.

He brought his gaze up and recognized the dumpy form of the beggar.

It dropped the rags covering it to reveal a long red cloak with the symbol of Muawijhe emblazoned on the front. The Proclaimer raised in the air and spoke once more, before being drowned out by the roar of its shotguns.

"Doom is upon you."