Perhaps it was the most trivial of times when families are turned against each other, relationships are broken, and backs are turned. Perhaps it is when the difference in ideals pose a threat to the hearts of many that he chooses to strike.
It was cold that night, colder that it should have been, mid-fall. The streets were still, quiet and lonely. The tension grew.
It was at the brink dusk when the power went out. The vast expanse of the city drowned itself into unrelenting darkness. When all was black, the attack began.
His minions fled the streets, hunting. In search of the ones of the light, they crawled through the darkness, swarms of them ricocheting from one household to another, taking lives, while many sought to fight for them.
The battle had just begun.
Okay, so basically, if your muse is on the dark side, he's part of the attacking committee. If he's on the good side, then he's on the attacked end. And woohoo. If your muse is on the dark side (considering the very few muses we have on that side in general), he gets to boss people around! Yes, he/she has little minions with them, and they lead their own little troupes. Time for some action people. :]