The Council of Witches consisted of 25 witches. Twelve male, twelve female, and one Arch Magician who oversaw the other and broke ties and the like. They had set up themselves centuries ago around the globe and had use their power, for the most part wisely. They could be elitist, and unkind if you crossed them, but they generally were fair otherwise. They met in the shadows, and no one knew for certain who the others were. They all had code names and were all voted on anonymously.
At this particular session, two young Witch Hunters stood before them. They were twins, well trained in their arts, and they were ready to go. The hooded figure behind the stone table spoke.
“You will have no support on this mission. If our records are correct this is Casimir Yost, an angel, and someone who bares the Devil’s Kiss. He could be a huge asset or a terrible enemy, we must make sure he becomes one or the other and work with him accordingly.”
That was three days ago. Now Ariana and Ricky were poking around the old crime scene. They were glamoured and invisible, and they were not liking with their Magimeteres were detecting. Magimeteres could detect ambient and purposely released magical energies in an area. What was in this area had been more powerful than a mere human sacrifice or something like that. No something far more sinister was going on here, and the two siblings intended to find out what.