Mulciber had been running for quite a while, unable to Apparate for fear of being spotted by the Aurors. The chaos that had erupted after Voldemort's death had given him the means to escape, and he'd taken it. Years had gone by, and Mulciber had slipped into the Muggle world. Imperius got him whatever he desired, as did his other spells. He was a god among insects in the Muggle World. Criminal enterprises came easily under his sway.
He was unstoppable here. He had no desire to return to the Wizarding World. Not when his power here was absolute.
He sat in his office, enjoying the sight of mostly nude women coupling before him, his wand tapping on his desk as he contemplated this power. For money, these women did this. Imperius worked just as well, but there was a perverse thrill in turning the power of the Muggles back on them.
The sounds of gunfire erupted outside, and Mulciber rose. "Keep going, I'll be back," he growled to the whores, as he opened the door and looked outside into the nightclub that served as his front.
His men were firing on something in the dark club, and just as quickly going down as a black shape flew through them. Mulciber didn't know what it was and he didn't want to know-He turned heel and ran for the backdoor, pulling out his cellphone to call in more security.
He opened the back door, and sprinted out-Only to slam into someone big and solid. He was sent sprawling on his back.
"Gah! What the-?!" He looked up in rage... And felt fear and uncertainty rise inside him. The figure above him was clothed in black, a cloak waving lightly in the breeze. He wore a tall witch's hat, one that completely shadowed his face to the point it was as though the man was merely a shadow in human form. Only a pair of eyes, as green as a Killing Curse, glowed out from the dark face.
"Mulciber... Took me a while, but I finally found you," he growled. Mulciber went for his wand, but the figure waved his hand and the wand flew flew into his grasp. The man snapped it in two, before he grabbed Mulciber by his collar and lifted him up before shoving him hard against the wall of the alley.
"Y-You don't-I'm not-Who are you?!" Mulciber stammered. "I don't know who you are!"
"Call me Wizard, if you must call me something," Wizard growled. "And you're coming with me."
Several of his men came around, guns drawn. The Wizard looked to the side, as Mulciber struggled to pull his second wand. A knee to his groin disabused him of following through.
"Ook!"
"I wouldn't worry, Mulciber. Azkaban is nice this time of year," the Wizard said. "As for the rest of your thugs, well..." He produced a vial and smashed it in Mulciber's face. The former Death Eater yelped as a green slime expanded out over his body, holding him fast. The Wizard's face was hidden, but Mulciber got the strangest feeling he was smirking as he cracked his knuckles.
"More scumbags off the street in either world is a good thing for us all..."