[Kazama]

BUT WHO?! Who still remains of 'the Fel'? A Kingdom of Demons and Occultists that had all but disappeared, no?
Footage of a secret meeting emerges, collected by the spies of the various nations. Evidently, the ones assisting Vana'Rath to restore the Fel are none other than...

"Alright chums." -- The man making a speech seemed all too reluctant to take the stage. He slumps over the podium, lazily leaning an elbow against the stand and tapping against the magitech microphone used to project his voice to the small audience of occultists, necromancers, and a scattered few native-demons. "If you've made it to this meeting... congratulations! Welcome! Please have a seat. I'm speaking on behalf of The Parasite. I'm seeing a lot of new faces around here, so let me be the first to welcome you to Morningstar. Unfortunately, not much remains of the old Morningstar... but you all are apart of a new Fel Nation."

Geist clears his throat, leans in close to the mic, and says, "You are probably going to die horribly." A chill sweeps over the room. "You will probably be killed by a gifted son, or daughter of this world. Someone who has experienced an overwhelming wealth of love and fortune in their life. They were born more fortunate than you, and you will die having never reached their level of comfort or satisfaction in your lives."

"But... if the thought of surviving that pitiful circumstance and turning it around--- if the thought of spilling the blood of those fortunate sons excites you--

If you're a gambler like me--
Lay down your life. Let's go all in."

THE MORNINGSTAR LENDS THEIR AID TO VANA'RATH!