Their faces were obscured yet familiar. Their voices sweet as the honey nestled inside a bee's hive, and just as threatening. I was a step closer to my goal of attaining ultimate power, but I lacked the means to continue. Indeed, how does one go about capturing a creature's cries or the dying breath of something that was never meant to exist? My research lead me to these fae creatures; sisters that had their own interests in this world and the rest of them. They openly provided me with the means to obtain what I needed in exchange for one very simple thing. A debt to them, one to be repaid in the future. A simple request I have little thought to. Their schemes will matter little anyway when I attain invincibility. A sour note to them then.
A magical cloak to keep me hidden. A jar to hold what otherworldly materials I needed to gather. Enchantments to aid me in fight or flight... Though I can definitely assure anyone in my way that if anyone is doing the flight part it is them... And a few names to stalk. A group of so called heroes that so happened to be on their way to fight the enemy that will inevitably be how I obtain what I seek. Funny, once I used to be part of some so called heroes myself... These things never last long. Death is both cruel and kind to them. It ends their dreams swiftly, but at least spares them from a pointless existence of suffering.
The Wardens of the Wayward. Be you friend or foe will matter little in the end.