The Unraveling Narrative

The television screen in Dante's London property pulsed with a frantic energy. Global news channels covered the recent incident in a frenzy, their headlines screaming of inexplicable phenomena and widespread panic. The UK government was already issuing a state of address, declaring a national emergency. Dante watched it all with a melancholic air.

He had manipulated all the variables, orchestrating the supernatural currents behind the scenes. Yet, even he hadn't expected it to escalate so far, so fast. His plan had been to patiently develop a comprehensive narrative, to let the mystery take hold, to stretch out the intrigue for much longer.

He'd envisioned Kaito eventually catching a faint trail that would lead him to the Clock Tower, to uncover the Circle's secret base. 

But no. Palette Princess's encounter with Kaito Tanaka wasn't planned. That girl was a chaotic variable, always acting on impulse. Neither was his premature introduction of his puppet creation as a factor in the scenario, at least not this soon.

Then, he would battle them, eventually fighting against Valerius, failing, but managing to rescue Maria. At that point, Father Gideon would swoop in, rescuing both of them. Kaito, humbled and seeking guidance, would then join the Order, bringing Maria along, who would defect from her original organization. It was a perfectly paced, emotionally resonant arc.

But then StreetLaw had steered the group chat directly towards the sewers. And once Kaito had a lead, he was relentless. Although it pained Dante to give up his carefully crafted narrative, he knew when the flow wasn't going his way. Thus, he had hastily conjured up a patchwork base for the Circle within the old sewer network, a temporary set piece for an accelerated plot. To build up the appearance of the A Association as something more than just a collection of eccentrics, he'd revealed his 'secret' of his puppets, letting Epsilon join Kaito's search. And to demonstrate both the A Association's capabilities and his own personal assets, it was only natural to escalate things.

And when Kaito and the automaton had escaped, it would have been unrealistic, even for a fabricated scenario, for a powerful mage not to pursue. Pride would dictate it. Even if it meant exposing the supernatural world to the 'normal' world, a wizard like Valerius—or rather, the clone he inhabited—would not allow such an affront to go unanswered. So, Dante had allowed the spectacle, wanted it even. He needed to demonstrate to Kaito, and to everyone else who might be watching, the true, raw power of the supernatural side, a display befitting the fabricated 'titled mage' he had conjured up. The Sky is Crying, indeed. A rather poetic touch, if he did say so himself.

A faint smile touching his lips. Perhaps it was time to return to the United States. A natural response, given his status as a wealthy visitor here in London, especially after an event as major as this. Dante picked up his phone, already envisioning the next act in his grand, unfolding drama.

After all, the more the world believes in the supernatural, the easier it becomes for him to fabricate it for them to believe.