It was a small potted plant in the far corner of the room, a fichus perhaps. Under the leafy matter a small pod pushed through the potting soil, the tiny sprout grew a hundred times quicker then it normally should have. Especially considering the room, like the night, was lit by what little moonlight pushed through the heavy clouds. The bean pod grew at the end of rapidly growing vine, bending over the side of the potter and across the floor. While the vein of life for the pod remained little larger then a strand of yarn, the pod growing up into a high back leather chair grew massive. It reached record proportions and still the bean pod grew on and on, filling the form of the chair.
It was a nice little room, well not so little, but it was nice. Filled with furniture we probably couldn't pronounce even if we knew what it was. The point of the room seemed to be just as fleeting, not an extra bed room, well in a pinch it good be...Too far from the hearts of the home to be an additional sitting area, just a quaint room with nice things. If it wasn't for the servants it was probably never looked in upon. Well then again this wasn't even a house, it was a manner, a manichean, en estate even, but house and home would never do. These kind of places always seemed to have these pointless little rooms piled into they're walls. A fancy form of storage for all the crap money and time could end up affording people. To each and all their own.
The sides of the green capsule folded down as the seedling was left to emerge sitting comfortable in the chair. The leaflets rolled down the edges of his body all the way down to his feet. MadDog Strangla sat happily soft leather of the chair cooling him through denim, and cotton covered form. The vegetation had peeled from him and clean to the floor where it instantly began to wither and face. The plant material biodegrading and vanishing into the grains of the wood floor in the blink of an eye. He adjusted the black bandanna around his forehead while taking the room in.
He thought about seeking her out, but it wouldn't be necessary she would come to him. Just as Strangla had learned to sense those he focused on and pin point them just about any where, she could sense him just the same. Certainly now with his uncouth entrance in her home, it would be a wailing alarm going bazurk in her entire being. This time was a little more challenging, Viper had an endless array of homes all around the world. Each and every last one enchanted and blessed to further protect her privacy, perhaps even against MDS that would be a stone wall. If he and the La Sambre Queen didn't share as deep a bond as they did, if they weren't linked on levels far deeper then many could ever understand. If it hadn't been for that he may not of been able to cast through all the magic cloaks lowered over her realm, or at least took many more days.
It didn't matter he was here now, and he knew she had to know it, or at least someone was. Viper would show up sooner or later, sooner surely if he was some random intruder to her. Later as the moment seen fit and she could sneak away, all around he wasn't in a hurry. He didn't have much time, but years could come and go just like Viper as they pleased.
Continued from "Could it really be?" The night before Aggression
by The Alpha Dog
They basked in one anothers embrace just staring up at the ceiling together with smiles beaming bright. He looked at candice once more and gently caressed her cheek. He blinked and found himself looking deep into Kalysto's wanting eyes. He pulled her up ontop of his huge frame and held her softly in his powerful arms and shared in a blissful kiss.
Locked in one anothers passionate embrace, their bodies intertwined and locked in the loving passion that filled their hearts as well as sating their lustful tendancies. As he rolled ontop of her he kissed Victoria softly and even pulled her up onto his lap as he continued kissing up and down her neck until he noticed the taste of her skin became very very much like fabric.
When he opened his eyes he sat up in bed looking around his motel room and blinked several times over. Pulling the pillow out of his mouth he flipped it over glancing around again hoping nobody saw that.
" You realise when you try to meet with your boss tonight your going to look foolish right?"
Conner looked over to the door seeing Gravedigger there. " You piece of slimey submutatious steamy sh..."
" Stay your tongue Conner!" As Conner went mute. " You know that it wasn't me that caused you this newest blemish to your ego. You know our work is unfinished with The Preacher's and Asmodeus. So once your done with your prattling about at this show we are going to seek them out and with the help of your friend Gideon we will put them and who ever there ally is back into the hell they escaped from. Now rest Conner because your going to need it."
As he disappeared Conner again fell back asleep. This time he was dreaming of Leelee Sobieski making an extra large banana split on his pelvis. Mmmmmmm banana split.
"Those boxes go into that room and that couch comes into the living room. Come on it doesnt take a rocket scientist to figure this stuff out. No.... dont put that there! Put that over in the kitchen where its supposed to go."
Victoria had her hands on her hips as she was more furious with the ineptitude of the movers who werent paying any attention to the boxes with the big bold lettering on them stating which box goes where. Standing in the middle of the flat it wasnt hard to figure it out. It only had two bedrooms and one large room which held the living room, dinning area and the kitchen.
Shaking her head she rubbed her temples as she looked over at the cage that was right next to her.
"Isidore, men are idiots. Be lucky you will never have to deal with men"
The small little bird fluffed up her little feathers in response.
"Hey I resent that."
Tak called out as he carried in a box only to catch the end of what she had just said. He then put the box down at her feet, straitening up and flexed his muscles in amusement only to find Victorias face was not so impressed with him.
"You keep forgetting Tak, your not a man."
The come back was supported by a devious grin as she pushed on his forehead to make him take a few steps back. Tak shook his head and went to get another box.
"I know, Im a God."
He would throw over his shoulder with a grin before going out the door, Victoria would call after him. Only in your dreams. The bantering between the two was something they did for years. It was something to support the idea that they were family even thou they didnt have the same blood running through their veins. Victoria knew that without Tak she wouldnt have anyone in this world and she appreciated that more than he could ever realize.
It took more than an hour to get what slim amount of boxes they had out of the moving truck. It was more or less things she had gotten from used places since both her and Tak never settled down long enough to actually own any possessions. She had only settled once before and that was the first time she unpacked her bag in this town. When she first started working for the federation. Until then and after then she had moved so much that there was no sense in wasting time on silly knickknacks.
Unpacking the boxes seemed routine as dishes were put in the cupboards, the tv placed on top of a milk crate. The couch centered in front of the tv. All in all the unpacking took barely two hours as both Tak and Victoria now sat on the couch more or less twiddling their thumbs.
"The cable guy comes between noon and six tomorrow so hard telling when hes going to show up. I just got word that the boys are going to come in about mid morning in two days."
Taks voice was a matter of fact tone letting Victoria know whats on the agenda. Victoria then sunk into the couch and draped her arm over her eyes.
"My match with Conner is tomorrow, I got a few things to do before I leave for that. I dont know how well that is going to go but Im sure it will figure itself out. You will have to make sure Isidore gets her exercise while Im out. O and the grocery list is on the counter. With the boys coming you know it needs stocked. I would do it myself but yea..I hate grocery shopping. If I had my way we would only be eating tv dinners and ice cream."
Victoria chuckled to herself. She was a horrible cook, both she and Tak knew that. She never had that delicate touch when it comes to preparing food. If it was possible, she would burn water, thats just how unlucky she was when it came to preparing anything edible.
With the gang back together over the holidays it would only be a surprise what would happen in the next few weeks. Seven guys and one girl, she was sure the neighbors would start talking. But truthfully she didnt care. The Banger Boys were her brothers and the only family she had in this world and even though it may be hard to admit it, she did miss them terribly.
The silence seemed to spread through the room as they both sat silently on the couch looking at a Tv that currently was shut off. Victoria chimed in as she rose from the couch.
"Well...I think Im going to head out. I have my cell so you can find me."
Tak nodded his eyes half closed as if he was about to take a nap right on the couch. Victoria wanted to get some last minute work out before she left for her match. She wanted to be in tip top shape for her ex. To show him and everyone else that she was back in business.
------Little While Later In the Exercise Room------
Victoria panted as she listened to her mp3 player that blared into her ears. She pulled herself into a few crunches working vigorously to strengthen her core. Her body was moistened with sweat as if it would cool her down as she forced her body to go another step further.
Her legs still pulsed with the 2 mile run she had just accomplished just before her sit ups. By the time she had counted to fifty she just continued to lay on the mat looking up at the ceiling. Her chest heaved as she took deep breaths. Her mind continued to spew forth various memories from when Conner and her were together. The idea of seeing him face to face in the ring seemed a fitting reunion. Truthfully she hated what he did but she could never hate him. She was sure that was her own personality flaw.
Life had a silly way of complicating itself and Victoria knew well how tangled and complicated her life had become over the years. She had loved and lost, she had fought for her own life as well as for others. She had grown more into herself but lost control over time. In the end she had to keep focused on why she was here. Why her black outs were becoming steadily worse. She assumed it was because of the cancer, because of the emotional stress she had been through. But it had been two years after did the black outs begin. They were just like before, her dual personality coming to life within those black outs. The angry, vengeful, careless side that made her no more than a vicious animal running on instincts rather than human being knowing their boundaries. Her berserker rage coming more often and so easily than it had done so before. Now it seems like an on and off switch that only worked half of the time leaving her to clean up her own mess afterwards, that is, if she could ever remember what was done within those hours.
Victoria feared not for herself but for those around her. She was sure that if it was bad enough that one day she would wake up and even her own friends would be found in a puddle of blood. She was sure it was only a matter of time if she didnt get herself under control.
In her own train of thought she didnt hear the door open and others walk in. She had for the last two hours had been alone within the training area. So instead of looking like a bump on the log, she continued to do a few more sit-ups before determining what she was going to do next.
Shela dun be workin herself mighty hard, plum down to the bone even. She ain't neevar hear ol'door crack en creek it's way on open. Dang blasted technology, had musical likings blaring into her listening holes, like she be dee only one wanten a listen. Some sort of selfish just as much as eet be curtious, lookin at it all dee ways one could look at it. Den gain it was neevar too brilliant en thing to be busy wit'en yor back to dee doors, and entrences.
Dat right poor shela ne'ever see or hearded dat door open. She neevar see or hear dem of dose come thru, even as dee door clicked shut an she end up sealed off'en in dee room. Der be five over grown mud bugs in dee gym wit her ne'ow. Even be a pesky tale floatin round dee swamps dat ravens taste just like cheecken to dem dar mean ol'gators. Like it had already been told der was five o'dem bastards in dee room wit her now. All dem between six and seeven foot, not dee biggest al'eady seen in dee buildings of dee D en W-F, shoot if der weren't more of dem tho.
Beelly scales dragged over dee floor as dee beasts made dur way through dee excercise room. Dey quietly crawled about placing dem selves in too well a position to be some random en wild gators of dee bayou. Naw not dese gators dey dun be touched by taimers hand, dey dun be trained, and learned to do as dey were told. Black hand must've patted down on dey fo'heads, dey dun seen'en to a stronger power den demselves. Oh yea, dese smart'en trained beasties, dey formed a semee circle round dee raven. Ol'Shela neevar seeing them while der low profiles slipped into place. Victoria ain't realize she ain't lone till dee animals let our wit der deep and lengthy hisSsSsSsSsSsSsSsSsSsSsSsSsSsS. Might powerfull jaws snapping closed en opening again, all only to snap shut.
A sickenin sound as teeth and wet flesh collided with bone obliteratin force. Dee animals forming a quartet of dee horrible sounds as dey seemed to work dem selves into a rythm. Dey teeth weren't dee only things snapping doh. Dee lone female snapped herself, first'en to dee reality of what be goings on round her. Den to her feet as she looked round at dee five hungry gators snappin dey sharp teethies all round her. What would dee raven do, would she go'en quote never more.......never more, neevar again?
Busy, that's how the Lasombra Queen often found herself these days, both at work and at home. Tonight however, she was home and the thought of that brought a smile to her lips, a smile that grew wider when an excited Dante met her at the door and jumped up on her, barely giving the brunette a chance to hand her bags off to her butler. There was only one person now that would make her night complete and with her hellhound by her side, Viper sauntered off to find him.
As she made her way from the foyer to the interior of the palace, her Seneschal, Louis strolled towards her and with a smirk, handed the brunette a missive, it was from her mate. Quirking a brow, Viper read the note and after pulling a small ruby free from the letter, a smirk mirroring Louis' appeared on her lips. Hawke had a surprise for her and if she wanted it, she'd have to follow a trail of clues that he had set for her. In this? She thought to herself noting how the palace was a flurry of activity. Everywhere she looked, servants and guards alike milled about and given her return from her trip to Sicily, she knew it'd continue into the late hours. The brunette didn't mind, to the contrary, she welcomed it and even encouraged it as every sound and sight reaffirmed that she was indeed where she wanted to be. But all of this commotion wasn't because of Christmas, that'd have been a gross assumption for anyone to make, Viper was no Christian. Those of her persuasion often found the entire spectacle amusing to say the least, and a few of the clans found religion simply a tool, especially the Lasombra, they were notorious for it.
That wasn't to say that this wasn't a time to celebrate, au contraire. Creatures of every sort and from every walk of life and unlife celebrated alright, but for a much different and darker reason. This time of year brought the frenzied humans out in droves and at all different hours of the early morning and night and with the shorter days, it had pretty much become a twenty-four hour banquet. Not all met with a terrible fate, it was a gamble as with anything else. The only thing that was surety was that whatever purpose these humans would serve, depended entirely on which creature 's path they would cross.
Meandering her way through the first floor of the palace, the brunette found another missive taped to a hearth and like the first, plucked a gem from the envelope, this time a Sapphire and the next bore an Emerald. Viper had to smirk at Hawke's game and applaud his taste as she opened her palm to look at the stones, they were so beautiful. Cupping them in her hand, the brunette continued on and as she rounded a corner, her green eyes danced with glee at all the decorations that met her gaze. Before she had left for Italy, she had requested a Christmas tree to be erected and myriads of lights to be strung around the palacial estate. Her wishes had been carried out to perfection, everywhere she looked, brilliant colors of blue, red, white, pink and every other hue imaginable that'd be sure to catch her eye. They had and beyond pleased, Viper made it a point right then and there that she would give her staff a generous bonus because truth be told, while she didn't care for this holiday, she was very fond of the twinkling lights and all of the festive sparkle that went along with it.
The brunette wandered from one room into another, finding more clues and more gems as she crisscrossed the marble floors. Viper glanced in one direction and then another, her eyes seeking out her mate, pausing only a few times to speak with a couple of her guard and then stopping to accept a flute of champagne from her butler, Spencer. But that's not all that Spencer had for his mistress, the butler gestured towards a set of closed doors, and staring at them briefly, the brunette smirked, having detected her mate inside.
Viper adjourned to the Great room and entering, that's when her eyes went wide, there by the large large stone hearth stood the towering Christmas tree illuminating the otherwise dark room. The sight of it nearly took her breath away and what the tree hadn't, Hawke did when he emerged from one side and extended his hand to her.
The brunette needed no further invitation and went to him, slowly at first and then when she neared, she jumped into his arms. She had missed him and she made no secret of it. For several minutes they remained locked in an embrace and when they finally broke the kiss, they turned to gaze into the tree together and made small talk. More minutes passed and remembering that Hawke had a surprise for her, her excitement reflected in her eyes.
"Did Storm arrive safely m'heart?"
"Aye luv, he's upstairs and he can't wait to see you"
TF: Dun be an hour or two 'fore Aggression went up en live
Wooooo-eeeeeeee Show time was fast a-coming, like a match to one them good'ole flamin Dr.Peppers. Dem emotions were fire in the air as the crowds packed in around the arena of tonights DWF show. A snake had dun slithered in a little early, a fatal female in beauty and skill. Avoiding the bum rush of the crowding crowds Viper had arrive plenteh head o'schedual. She'd mingled her way around the inestines of the massive venue working towards where she found herself now. On the outs of the door leading into the private sweet sanctuaned her locker room. A quick grip, twist, and push, the door dun opened up for her as she slinked into the darkness. Lights obeying the command of the Georgia peach catching to fire.
Eye's scanned the large room with eet's endless bank of tin boxes made fer holdin onto personel goods. Little scrap of paper called to her senses, a tag, tagged off to one dem lockers. Twine the sight where her dry cleaning dun been left behind for her, by one her many aids. Funny feelins twinged thru her, things felt odd, as her'n odd abilities, picked up on an oddening of this night. Sumding were going to happen, it wasn't all to well, shela have eyes open all round. Lookin out fer deh friends, and herself, bad essence tanged at grippers throat. Shook away forn the time being she curried on, dame need be dressed en'prepared for these bad'ens if they came.
Finger went en graced the latch on aye locker, threatening to open dee metal coffin. Senses flashed worser, and Viper knew somding big was coming tinight. Why couldn't she reach out and feel dem bad things more clearly...........Latch rose, door flung open no effort from niens arm, dur was weight on the inside helping. She never could clarify the badness, as she could never imagin such'en ol'thing as it happened before her. Door flew open of locker, weight of gator pressed against the tin. Viper neeeevar spected no ten foot, seven hundred or so pound alligator tumbling out of her locker.
Viper had caught a small start from the event's and dur quickness. Now just as quick hur mind went on to who dun eets, who stuffed her locker with e'old stuffed gator. Dang ole Kaders playin not so funneh a joke on thy'self. She dun let go a sigh moving to kick the lifless lump out her way. Just den dee heavey scaled critter fobbled to hee ol'feet en'belly. Body flashen to a crecent shape as teeth clamped shut, befor creepin back open. Hissssssssssss flowin thru the razor sharp rows of yagged chompers, Dis ding was no dummeh. It was en honest to goodness live en livin alligator crammed up into her locker.
Minds eye reached out fer the critter, Viper's prowless looking to coax the beast down a calm state. Preeehaps lead heem some place more suitable for dis oddly found fella, regretably once more she found her powers less den she dun hoped. This green'en was an arnery little burger she could feel dat much inside heem. He was mean even for a gator with'en a tooth ache. He wasn't ye normal alligator from the swamps, he dun been fiddled round with, made meaner. Wors'en yet he had dun been tainted some how some way, but by whom. Who dey was held more control on ye'ole gator then Viper could manage up to break. Po'boy was starven, ready to devour whatever meat layin in it's path. Yet it would nit harm Viper, she could sense that little...He'd been commanded to scare her, watch her, leave her wit a questioning mind...While thought wasn't in mind she might read that ol'tale. Shela was left nit so scured, but still questioning. Plan dun fe-ailed, bit still deed work.
The gator was a big, nasty customer and as the slight shock faded from the brunette's face, she slowly backed towards the door. As she inched away, two thoughts ran through her mind while her hand reached for the doorknob. One, whomever had placed this creature in her lockerroom and managed to wrangle him into the locker itself, had gone to alot of trouble to get her attention. Well given her current position, he or she had succeeded in that endeavor. The second, who in their right mind would do it??
This wasn't a baby alligator, this was a full grown adult! A gamut of names ran through Viper's mind as she fumbled with the knob and partially pulled the door open before she began to slip her body through.
While she had sensed it wasn't meant to attack her, surmising that it was more than likely someone's pet, it was still a wild animal and it could still attack. The brunette could only hope she could get into the corridor without incident, she didn't want to hurt it. It was somewhat of an irony because while she could be as cold blooded and deadly as her reptilian friend here to the fleshbags, she had a soft spot for animals, even scary ones like this guy.
Once Viper slid through, she pulled the door shut with a slam and spun around, coming face to face with Higgins, the company's head custodian. Higgins in turn stared at the bewildered brunette as she stood with her back to the door while the sounds of growling and loud banging emanated from the collosal lizard inside.
But instead of offering his help, the frightened old janitor took a step back, having seen more than his fill during his tenure in the Dwf and shook his head vehemently "I ain't getting whatever that is!"
Another loud crash rang out which sent Higgins scurrying and made Viper laugh from the absurdity of her predictament.
"You better run! I'll feed you to it if I ever get my hands on you!"
Fortunately for the brunette, she had her cell with her and punched 911, but as her finger hovered over the call button, Viper sighed. How was she going to explain this one.
(Fade)
(ooc) Loved your post CJ, can't wait for our chars to meet
I got yelled at for my last post. So I did something more constructive....kinda.
by
"If can you take dis pebble from mah han!......HEY! YOU LITTLE PHSYCO! Kade! Dominic just burned my fake paper pebble again!" Seth yelled as Kade turned looking over his shoulder from the boat. Alex had to go visit a friend and being bored, he got stuck with Seth until she returned. He wasn't totally sure where Devilz Child was at, as she'd slipped out not long after he awoke.
Today was a good day. Not strange visions. Though he still was working on keeping it under wraps. Thankfully only Michael had seen his problem thus far he still suffered. Calling Michael by Seth's name raised such a question for Michael and Kade confessed his vision of a conversation though not going into great detail. Vagueness he noticed when it come to anything from that night with The Dark Requiem and that night. He didn't bother telling anyone he'd seen them for the fact he wouldn't be believed. Just he left with someone and it turned into a evening he'd much forgotten. A lie even though he still wouldn't mind it being true.
"Well Seth. If you'd quit making that stupid statement in that stupid tone he'd quit." Kade glared.
"He's a baby! He's suppose to like stuff like that!" Seth replied.
"He's a baby who is better in tuned with his powers then most creatures our own ages." The demon in black responded.
"Have you told Sakkara about you using powers in front of him?" Seth inquired.
"No. Mainly because I don't want her to freak. She wants a nice normal family laugh. In my line of work, and the way we live, I don't see that happening." Kade told him as he finished setting the piece of wood in place.
"Hey that reminds me! I seen your Romantic XXX-Mas commercial." Seth laughed. "I still can't believe you recorded an album."
"See that is what I meant by he wont have a chance because of how we live." Kade laughed.
"How is your knee after the pay per view?"
"Fine for the most part. Damn near killed me the first full day after. But I'm okay." Kade agreed.
"So you like.......stuff?" Seth asked bored.
"Take the Challenger and go do something Seth." Kade smirked.
"Thank gods!" Seth mumbled as he quickly left. Seth hadn't watching Kade work on the boy for the simple fact he still didn't understand the hell he was even building it for. Walking over he sat down on the vacated stool as he stared at the small creature in front of him. Holding up the piece of notebook paper, he waited and only seconds it was burning. Putting it out, Kade leaned his face against Dominic's. "I told you to quit scaring your Uncle and showing off! Mommy will have Daddy's balls out of anger. Nobody wants that!" Kade nodded. It was then he heard footsteps coming from the stairs as he turned and looked to see whom was coming down.....
Staring off at the horizon before her while standing amidst the sands, the dark-haired woman indulged in the rare quiet.
The desert sprawled out around her, still and unobtrusive. The vegetation outwitted the arid region, but the wildlife were toughest yet, finding ways to live in such an unlivable world. Not a single life noticed her out there, however. The rodents burrowed, the vultures hunted, the cacti remained as they were, the reptiles hid in the shadows, the breeze ruffled the hardy grasses popping up through the grains. She was simply an existence that none seemed to be bothered by.
Just another creature trying to live in a harsh world.
Her scarred lips allowed a small quirk in the corner of her mouth, her arms uncrossing from over her chest as she levitated several feet into the air, hovering idly. Sand soon rose to circle around her, nearly enough to block out the sun.
Devilz Child rarely thought of herself as 'just another creature'. However, this once, she found she rather liked the idea. That she was simply another soul, living as best she could.
And she was certainly trying.
It helped to have family to focus on.
Dominic had grown to the point that he could be carted around on a hip, one fist in her hair while the other was pressed firmly to his mouth. Eyes of mercury never missed a thing around him, his curiosity drawing him toward everyone that came through the house. He adored the druids and, much to her chagrin, his uncle Seth, but his favorite would remain his father.
He was definitely taking after Kade in the powers department. She'd caught Dom setting the curtains in his room on fire one night, after having already scolded him for floating one of his toys around the room instead of going to sleep. Typical of the men in this family to burn things for their own amusement..
Her brow furrowed softly as her thoughts returned to Kade.
While he was quite occupied with his ventures in the nWo, he made it home enough to keep his child from missing him too badly. She suspected the Demonic Angel in Black missed his son more than the boy realized that his father was working. It made her slightly melt at the thought, but only slightly..
She rolled her eyes. Alright, so it was more than slightly. Stupid, mushy emotions.
However, despite that, she'd begun to notice an upsetting trend when it came to her lover. He'd always taken time for himself, usually to work on some project or other in the basement. Except now, every so often, she'd hear Kade talking to himself, in tones so low that no words could be made out. Perhaps this was simply a product of talking to Dominic, and she could easily accept that as an explanation..
Unfortunately, the feeling of silly embarrassment never seemed to be present whenever she walked in just after those occasions. Instead, there was some odd tension she couldn't explain away, and Kade never acknowledged it.
One of these days, she'd get it out of him.
This moment, though, was her own.
Devilz Child let her power fade enough to allow the sand to fall back to the ground, her dark gaze still affixed on the horizon, where the sun was beginning to set.
Her demonic blood surged softly in her veins, pumping along with tidings of anarchy, chaos, and destruction. It called for her to act, demanding her darker side to reemerge as she'd been dormant for far too long. The brunette flexed her fingers, conceding that she had done little to uphold her status as one that should never be trifled with, and seemingly disappearing entirely from the world save this stretch of desert. She heard the call of her blood, feeling the restlessness of her demonic soul, but she had the power to ignore it. The calling of her heart had a volume not even her demon could overcome.
Contentment was a powerful addiction.
A sudden force collided against her body, robbing her of the air in her lungs, and Devilz Child lost concentration, sending herself hurtling to the ground below, sand flying up around her upon impact. The Heiress of Hell swiftly shifted onto her feet and into a stance any predator would be proud to display. Her dark eyes scanned the northern horizon, finding nothing of consequence there.
However, she knew what that force felt like, and it dripped with evil.
The demoness' mind immediately ran through a list of creatures who could even remotely be possible for such a powerful aura. Lucifer couldn't cross onto the mortal plane without being summoned, and she'd be able to feel his demonic signature almost as clearly as she knew her own, so he was out. Malphias was unaccounted for, and would more than likely be able to send such a message, save for the aura not being on the annoyance level of her brother.
This felt like a black abyss, like a black hole that wanted to suck up everything in its path and summon it into nothingness.
Rising slowly, her eyes never moving from the line where the earth and sky met, Devilz Child regarded this as a warning, and she felt the need to assure herself of her family's whereabouts. Trying to clear her mind and focus her power, the woman sought out their soul signatures, expanding her search to account for the entirety of what she now considered family.
Seth was leaving, hightailing it from the driveway, while Alex was with a friend she'd gone to see. The druids were all accounted for, working in various capacities around the estate. At the core of her search were Kade and Dominic. They were in the basement, completely safe. While she felt slight concern for Seth, she doubted there was much she could do for him. If anything went wrong with Seth, Kade would be the first to know.
Casting one last glance around the desert, she was unable to shake the absolute darkness she had been hit with, and she had to see her family for herself, to calm her own nerves. Turning at last, Devilz Child headed back to the house, making a beeline for the basement stairs.
At the top of the stairwell, she could hear Kade speaking, and she exhaled softly at the soft laugh of her child. Odd how reassuring something as simple as the sound of voices and laughter could be. Descending slowly, she caught the whiff of burning paper, and she rolled her dark eyes, righting them as they alighted on her son and his father, feeling the strangeness of the dark aura encounter beginning to fade at last.
"You two are going to burn this house to the ground, you realize."
"I highly doubt that you'd allow such a travesty to occur." Kade smirked.
"And why is that?" Devilz Child replied.
"Because you know that means we'd be moving back in with Uncle Seth and Aunt Alex!" Kade spoke looking at the child, who giggled at Seth's name.
"Damn right." Was her response. Kade continued to smirk at that. Turning he sat on the stool watching the creature walk towards him. When she finally reached him, he wrapped his arm around her waist as his eyes went up to her own. "Speaking of which. What do you say to you and I let Uncle Seth and Aunt Alex prove themselves and watch the kid. And we will take a quiet evening to ourselves. We can go to the bar, or go to a nice restaurant, or we can just make hot monkey love in the middle of the hallway. Personally I don't give a shit." Kade smirked. "I'm flexible. As you know."
"This I know. however, there is the small problem." Devilz Child spoke. Kade knew her problem. He also knew how to counter it for the most part.
"And what would that be Miss Sakkara?" His voice low, lips just beginning to touch her neck.
"What would what be?" She asked, temporarily forgetting. "Oh yes, yes that we'd be leaving him with your brother." She finally remembered. However, Kade's lips stayed persistent.
"Oh come onnnnnnn." Was his sole reply. Finally forcing herself away from Kade she glared at him.
"You do not play fair." Her words short, filled with venom and tease.
"You wouldn't love me if I did." His smirk never leaving his face. A giggle took their attentions to the baby as he watched them. "What are you laughing at?!" Kade glared. "I see nothing funny about this. I'm trying to ditch you and you laugh at my efforts! So forget you. I don't need you. You need me! You are just a baby!" Kade kept glaring as his son continued to laugh.
Picking up a nearby rag he tossed it on the child's face. Causing immediate giggle and shaking of the rag. Shaking her head, Sakkara reached out to take the greasy object from him. However, when she noticed her tug caused a stronger grip and a very similar glare she'd seen before she laughed.
"Boy wants to keep his rag woman." Kade smirked. A tug again and again Dominic wouldn't let it go.
"But the rag is dirty and shouldn't have been given to him anyway!" Sakkara glared at Kade.
"Hey ya know where there isn't greasy rags? Alex and Seth's house."
She softly tutted, finally reaching forward to pry the cloth from Dominic's hand. "Right. I have a feeling 'tis not grease their rags will be full of."
Dom gurgled, his little hand grasping at air as he tried to grab the rag conventionally. His mother balled the rag up and threw it at his father, who caught it and tossed it right back. "Oh, come on," Kade stated, "Seth's not that bad. And you trust Alex, don't you?"
Devilz Child let an eyebrow rise. Begrudgingly, she had to admit that of the pair of them, she'd trust Alex over Seth, simply in terms of responsibility. "While I admit to having some sort of trust in Alex's abilities, my concern lies with her mental state," she replied, the rag finding itself zooming back at Kade's chest. "She is sleeping with your brother, so that gives me cause to worry."
"I bet she says the same about you." The dirty cloth was yet again finding its way through the air toward the standing woman. "Except something more along the lines of worrying about my sanity for sleeping with someone so horrible."
The demoness scoffed, snatching the rag before it could hit her body. "I am not the one trying to foist my child off onto someone who has not matured beyond the toddler stage himself."
"That's why Alex is gonna be there, too," Kade retorted. "So that someone there can be the supervising adult."
She rolled her eyes, feeling the fight going out of her side of the argument. Truth be told, she was very receptive to the idea of a night to themselves, especially with the ever-present promise of making 'hot monkey love'. Really, an hour or two alone would be great, and perhaps would draw away the troubles brewing just on the edges of her mind. "Alright, you win," she groused, stepping back into his reach. Kade smirked, letting a hand run up and down the back of her thigh, and she had a hard time remembering the stipulation she'd wanted to voice for a few seconds. Damn insufferable demon. He knew her far too well. Reaching down to grab his hand away so that her head could clear enough to think, she finally added, "Only if we can get Alex to promise to never leave Seth alone with Dom while he is over there."
"I'm sure that shouldn't be too hard to wring out of her. She's almost as enamored by the boy as you are. The both of you have a problem with leaving the poor kid be for even a second." He chuckled. "It must be a female thing."
The rag sailed toward his face with a velocity unnecessary for such a close range target.
This time, however, the rag stopped midair, hovering for a second before speedily launching itself into the baby's lap.
"Dominic!" came from both parents, and the boy merely laughed at them, happily fiddling with his newly-acquired toy.
Both adults shifted their eyes from their child to one another. "He takes after you," Devilz Child declared, folding her arms in front of herself and locking her drilling stare in on him. "If he is not moving things about, he is burning something. And I am more than confident that you have been coaching him behind my back."
Did to do such a thing. You even called me a worthless pig.
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"I have no memory of such an event and therefore can not be proved. Cross my heart and hope to fart, stick a needle in my brother's eye." Kade nodded.
"That isn't how that goes." She told him, again reaching for the rag.
"Well, I know. But I'm not sticking a needle in my own eye. That would be unfeminine." Kade spoke, causing Sakkara to turn a raised eyebrow. "It was the first thing that came to mind."
"And that concerns me greatly." Sakkara spoke, still pulling unsuccessfully on the rag. However, the child's attention was taken away briefly with his father standing, causing Sakkara to yank it away. A glare followed by a giggle happened and suddenly Sakkara was stomping on the rag.
"He can't have it you wont either." Kade smirked. A slamming door followed by rapid footsteps caused both to look up as Seth come running down the stairs. "What did you do?!" Kade instantly asked.
"I had to beat Alex back here." Seth breathed heavily. "Had to floor it. Possible ticket coming. Need you to take wrap." Seth nodded. More footsteps soon followed as Alex walked down the stairs.
"Hey guys." She called out. Looking over she saw Seth, who stood trying to pose.
"Hey baby what's upppppppp?!" Seth got out.
"Very smooth. You tool." Sakkara smirked as she stepped on the rag putting it out.
"You wanna do me a solid?" Kade asked looking at Alex. "Watch Dom for either a few hours, maybe the night?" Kade asked.
"Sure! We'd love to have him with us!" Alex spoke up, walking to the baby.
"Well there is one stipulation." Sakkara spoke.
"You can't leave Dom and Seth alone together." Kade got out.
"HEY!" Seth yelled.
"Deal." Alex nodded looking both in the eyes.
"HEY!" Seth yelled again.
"What?" Kade smirked.
"Why is it no one here seems to trust me alone with my own nephew. He is blood. Family. He is what I'd look for in a baby if I'd wanted to pick one up in China that one time!" Seth stated.
"Seth. Your shoe laces are starting to smoke." Kade spoke as Seth hopped up and patted them out.
"Kade?" Alex glared.
"Sakkara?" Kade spoke turning to her.
"Dom!" Sakkara turned to the baby. The baby again just giggled.
She was biting back a grin. She might have looked cross, but she was quite proud of her son.
Scooping Dominic up into her arms from his bassinet, she set the baby against the crook of her waist, and she murmured quietly, "Good job, love." Louder, she stated, "Alex, how about we go get Dom packed for the evening, and leave the boys to their own devices?"
Alex blinked, and said, "Oh, um.. sure."
The brunette smirked as she made her way toward the stairs, the blonde woman following her. "There is no need to fear, Alex. You are not my type."
Looking at her in disbelief, Alex had to ask as they crossed toward the stairs to lead to the second floor, "You mean you don't wish to slit my throat for being a demon hunter?"
Devilz Child looked back over her shoulder, appraising Alex from head to toe, as if thinking it over. Only to make the other woman slightly uncomfortable. In truth, she hadn't thought of Alex in that capacity in some time. The last time she'd attacked her, it had been the result of a misunderstanding and God's laziness. Time moved on, and the demoness found she trusted the hunter. She couldn't say when or why such a thing occurred, but it was enough to know she did.
"As far as I am aware," she remarked, heading up the second flight of stairs, "you are an ex-demon slayer." She turned her attention to Dominic, adopting a soft smile at the sight of her progeny leaning his head against her shoulder, and wiped a streak of dirt off his displayed cheek. "And you are family."
At the doorway to Dominic's room, Alex stopped, crossing her arms while the demonic princess started one-handedly packing a few changes of clothes and diapers for the baby. "So is Seth," she returned, "but you're constantly picking on him."
A chuckle left the brunette as she tucked Dominic's blanket in the bag, stating, "He picks on me right back, so he is not without his chance to give as much as he gets. Dom," She turned her attention to her son, "what toys do you want to bring with you tonight?"
Seconds burned away as mercury eyes gazed around the room. A smile crossed the scarred lips of his dark-haired mother while his blonde aunt gasped softly as a teddy bear rose from his crib, a couple teething rattles from the dresser, a stacking game from the toy bin, and Snuggle Up, Sleepy Ones from the small bookshelf. Each item made its way toward the bag, some taking a little while longer as they took a wayward path, depositing themselves into the opening haphazardly.
Pride shined from her dark eyes as she set the toys right to fit better within the bag. Zipping it closed, she grabbed it with her free hand, starting for the doorway where Alex stood. Handing the bag over to the woman, Devilz Child's smile slowly melted away as a more serious look crossed her features. "I trust your abilities are as honed as ever," she stated lowly.
Alex nodded. "Just because I don't hunt demons anymore, doesn't mean I'm not keeping up with my training. Why?"
The two locked eyes. "I am entrusting you with one of the most important parts of my life," Devilz Child explained. "I will not tolerate Dom coming under attack and being without a worthy protector." Not to mention, that lingering feeling of something dark and dangerous being just out of sight made her more apprehensive to letting Alex and Seth take Dominic for the evening.
"Don't worry so much," Alex stated, smirking. "You'll get gray hairs. And wrinkles."
"Unlikely, but nice try at changing the subject."
"He'll be fine, Sakkara," she stated, one hand reaching out to grasp the brunette's free shoulder. "I promise."
Nodding in acceptance, Devilz Child let Alex lead the way back downstairs. At the foot of the stairs stood the two brothers. Seth had another bag in hand, presumably packed with bottles of milk and jars of baby food that Dominic had begun to eat. Kade took his son from the arms of his mother, holding him up to his eye level. "Don't cause any trouble for Uncle Seth and Aunt Alex," he told the boy. "Or Mommy will definitely have my balls."
Rolling her eyes, she remarked, "If you keep saying things like that to him, he will grow up thinking I only cause you harm."
"And you don't?" Kade retorted with a raised eyebrow and the beginnings of his infamous smirk.
Pursing her lips slightly, Devilz Child merely reached to take her son back, then allowed a sly smile to tug at her mouth as she glanced up at Kade. "There is more that I do to you than simply harm."
Seth gagged. "Ugh, I don't wanna know!"
Letting a snicker escape her, the brunette turned her eyes back onto the child in her grasp. "Be good, little prince," she spoke softly. "Do not set things on fire without reason, especially because Mommy and Daddy do not want to replace it." A soft kiss pressed against the dark locks beginning to lengthen on his head, and a whispered "We love you" met the child's ear before Dominic was passed into the waiting arms of Alex.
As far as anxious parents go, Devilz Child thought she and Kade managed themselves well. They were able to watch Seth and Alex walk out of the house with Dominic, and they didn't constantly babble out instructions or threats. She did, however, have a niggling desire to go and snatch her child back to be more certain to keep him safe.
Alright, she was mainly proud of herself for not doing something so mortal. Kade's arm adhered tightly to her waist certainly made sure of it. Damn him for being so calm and collected.
"Well, that went well," he commented once the front door was closed. "I thought you might've gone out there and brought Hell upon them to get him back."
Her dark eyes narrowed. "You were keeping me from doing so."
"We gotta trust others with the care of our son sometimes," he returned. "Otherwise, we'd never have time for ourselves. Which, now that we've got the evening," He smirked, slipping both arms around her waist and drawing her closer, "we should decide how to spend it."
He really didn't play fair at all. Her concerns were drifting away the longer she felt the warmth of him run through her body, and she was able to think about the hours ahead of them.
"It all sounded like a great evening, beloved," she remarked, fingers trailing down his t-shirt, straightening a wrinkle here and there. "Dinner out someplace nice, drinks at the bar, and then back here for.. what did you call it again?"
"Hot monkey love," Kade supplied readily.
"Of course. I would not mind getting out for a few hours, although.." A smirk to mirror Kade's drifted upon her lips as her hands slipped underneath his t-shirt, fingertips gliding along the top of his jeans, brown eyes grappling with blue ones, "we could simply skip it all and go right to the sex part."
A tossed t-shirt. A pair of jeans over the banister. Another shirt and another pair of jeans in the hall. Socks that never made it in the room. Boxers that some how landed on a door knob to another room. A bra that landed just outside the door. Enough hours had gone by that both knew Dom was set for the night with where he was at. Resting his head against the pillow which was pushed into the head board Kade's arm wrapped comfortably around Sakkara. The sheet raised high enough to be wrapped under her arm. Her head rested on his chest, listening to his breathing.
"We've been putting that off for way to long." Kade laughed.
"Uh-huh." Sakkara got out.
"I still have the touch I see." Kade smirked, his fingers making a small circle on her back. That familiar unexplained warmth.
"Uh-huh." Sakkara smiled. To tired to really insult him. Truth be told he almost to tired to gloat. Almost.
"So. What are we gonna do now?" Kade asked.
"I'm not totally sure I care at the moment." Sakkara spoke, raising herself up, her lips finding his again. Pulling apart, she laid against him, this time her head just below his own.
"Well that might make two of us. I'm unconfirmed at the moment." Kade smirked.
"What do you desire to do?" Sakkara asked, her eyes slowly closing from comfort.
"Stay like this forever would be just fine." Was Kade's response, his hand finding her own.
A young couple sat watching t.v holidays specials when suddenly a commerical appeaered
The scene was a beautiful roaring fire as it panned to a end table, which set next to a large leather chair. Sitting in the chair in a while suit, shirt and white tie was none other then Kade. "Hi. Many of you know me from the DWF and nWo as big brutal and mean Kade. However, as several women who filed paternity suits within the last four years I do have a romantic side. And a giving side. So I combined them to bring you this Holiday Album!" Kade spoke pointing to the CD cover with him standing next to a Christmas tree with two women in Santa lingerie.
"On this album I bring you such classics like Silent Hump." As the scene changed to Kade standing next to three naughty Santa women singing back up to him as he begun singing.
Silent Hump.
Holy hell.
All is wet.
All is hard.
"The always remembered, Jiggly Balls."
Dashing through the cum.
On a horse like hung male stripper.
Through the orgasms she will go!
Screaming all the way!
Jiggly balls! Jiggly Balls!
Bouncing off her chin! Oh what fun is to see those balls bounce off her face!
"And who could forget that great rocking song Dancin' round the Christmas pole!"
Dancin' round the Christmas pole!
At the naughty Christmas strip club!
Mistletoe hung from his dick!
Every woman wants a lick!
"Ah the memories. And oh my there is also Deck Her Halls."
Deck her halls with barrels of jizzy.
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
'Tis the season for some pleasin'
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Don we now our ho apparel
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
"The Holiday favorite Joy to my dick."
JOY TO MY DICK! MY GIRLFRIEND CAM!
LET MY EARS RECEIVE HER SCREAMS!
LET EVERYONE HEAR HER MOANIN FROM THIS ROOM!
And me tappin' that ass real good!
And me tappin' that ass real good!
And me tappin' that ass real good!
"And who could forget about that old lovable reindeer!"
Rudolph the big breasted reindeer
Had a very nice set of boobs!
And if you ever saw them!
You would even say you grew!
"Yes you can have all these great songs and more at a reasonable cost of $13.99 But if you call now we will even throw in a special dvd with music videos to all these great songs! Yes just one of the great packages I'm offering to give to you a great set at a low price. This is a great gift. Please allow for Kade to stuff your stocking....with Christmas Romance goodness."
Kane2000, working out at the gym as always, prepping himself up, a bit of MMA training, treadmill and weights. All the while, staring at his Undisputed DWF World Championship belt, the very title he earned at Strikezone. All the while, at his mansion, focusing on Christmas Carnage, where he'll be scheduled to defend the belt for the first time since winning it against Viper.
He then wiped himself down, grabbed his title belt and walked into the mansion trophy room, where he was looking at all the replicas of championship belts, trophies and Hall of Fame plaques he has earned throughout his entire career. He has had a storied career, but is still going strong.
Kane2000: You see, I have been around the world, dishing out and taking punishment, which has only got me to pummel my opponents into submission, I've never been so happy nor so focused as I have been now. I currently hold the top title in the DWF, cWe and DDE. I'm a dual crown World Tag Team Champion, I could not be happier. But at Christmas Carnage, I look to defend this championship here for the first time ever! Alpha Dog, Conner, WyldChylde, whatever the fuck you wanna call yourself these days, I know you have been wanting my title for some time. And why not, you're a former champion wanting to return to the top of the tree!
But I also know that you have had my number on every occasion, THAT has pissed me off! So, I want to set the record straight, face you and my christmas present for this year is to break the duck, beat you and successfully defend MY Undisputed World Heavyweight Championship!
Christmas Carnage is only mere days away and Wyld, good luck, because you're GONNA NEED IT!!!
Lets call this a montage, a very long montage... <cues music>
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What became of themPart one
A note from the author,
In light of my meteoric fall from creature related activities, I, that is Undead Enigma the author and creator of most of the creatures mentioned in the following tale feel that I should catch up with the rest of you. Its been over a damn year it seems, maybe a bit shorter than that. I had big ideas planned for each and every one of my characters, some of them I can recall, others I just will have to forget in some way. And so the following story below is an explanation and detail of what has become of the Ripper, Undead Enigma, Veronica Torrance, The Saints, and Gabriel Sands. It is my hope, that the revelations to follow return me to the game that I so know and love. I promise you that this little tale might surprise some of you, as to what you will be encountering upon my true return to the DWF. After all, Ive had nothing to do for a year but think about hitting the reset button. Thankfully, some personal discoveries in my life have allowed me to lift the suffocating demons within that plagued my talent, and dare I say corrupted my will to exist. It is because of a generic Prozac and a new outlook on my overall health, that I can bring you this story. I hope you like it. Well, maybe thats not the only thing Im watching for
In a blood soaked hospital bed, a red stained bandaged shell of a madman awaits the next hour wishing that some one would simply pull the plug on him. The match he was in seemed like a blur, yet his wounds seeped from his body to remind him that he still participated in one. The ticking whirr of the un-oiled wheel of a hospital gurney filled his senses with unable, paralyzed rage. If he could strangle the white coats that shrouded him, he would, after all they knew nothing of his bestial nature. Every one of them observed him, poking and prodding, making notes of his condition. He could hear them talking in front of him as if he were simply rotting meat.
The patient exhibits several conditions to his wounds that just can not be explained. There is no record of hemophilia, yet the subjects body refuses to clot. We have attempted several transfusions, even a plasma graft to try to slow the process, but it seems that all procedures have been rejected by his unique chemistry. From what we know about his history this individual has taken several experimental substances, which have altered his ability to function normally. He remains in a state of paralysis, due to his bones refusal to mend the damage that was done to him in the arena from where he was transported. He is in a sense, the worlds first known case of a conscious vegetable. Yes now I know that this phrase is not popular with the staff, but I have to call it something unique. The brain is active, yet the motor functions do not respond to any stimulus. Transfusions keep the machine working, but the wounds do not close, even when sutured. The subject remains alive, even though he clearly based on what is known about human anatomy should be dead. Based on a grant from the interns alliance of future physicians, the state allows us to keep the subject alive, in hopes that enough research can be done to cure his condition. Plus he is undeniably a fascinating case study, wouldnt you agree students?
They all nodded clicking pens and scratched away at clipboard notes. In his mind, they would all suffer greatly before he slit their nubile pulsing throats. In the cage in which he remained with Jack, the two of them conversed in the imagined isolation of a locked, padded room.
PISS ON THEM LADDIE! ALWAYS STARING THROUGH, IF I AD A RIGHT MIND TO, ID TEAR THOSE TINY BLACK EYES FROM THEIR FLESHY SOCKETS! Jack was twirling a phantom Liston blade between his fingers, occasionally reversing the momentum of his prized killing implement.
Ah, shove it you twit. We both know nothing can be done about this. Devilz Child made sure the wounds would never close. I bleed out and they put it all back in, for another round. Its all been undone it has. The game is over now. Just face it and maybe Ill get lucky and theyll forget about me. The Ripper remained folded in his cell, his wild brown mane hiding his true face.
FORGET? BULLOCKS! NO ONE FORGETS ME! I AM LEGEND! Jack slammed his fist against the padded wall.
Let it alone, theres no use in it anymore. Legends die Jack. Accept it wont you. The Ripper huffed.
FUCK YOU MATE! IM NOT SHINING OUT LIKE SOME TWAT POP STAR! IM THE RIPPER AND MY KILLINGS NOT DONE YET BOY! THEY HAVE TO PAY FOR THE FILTH AND GRIME THAT POURS FROM THEIR MINDLESS CONTINUAL EXISTANCE! THE IGNORANCE MUST BE SILENCED; THERE IS A CULLING AND CLEANING TO DO YET! DONT TELL ME YOUVE FORGOTTEN THOSE WHO HAVE TORTURED YOU. THOSE WHO LAUGHED. THOSE WHO MOCKED YOU. SEE I HAVE THEM ALL ON WATCH AND THE TIME HAS NOT YET COME! THEY WILL BLEED! THEY MUST! Jacks vengeful voice shattered the calm of the tiny cell room.
Listen to you. You sound like bloody Adolf. Or worse yet, that fucking wanker Undead Enigma. Face facts, our war is over. Our blades dulled, the filth remains unwashed. Yet you rant and scream bursting my ears. Why cant you just be still? There will be no revenge. We are broken forgotten men. Ripper shuffled his feet as a chained lock formed around his ankles.
NOOOOO! Jack screamed for days, the noise so great that the Ripper remained in the fetal position to drown out the cries.
For the Ripper, there was no concept of time. Reality, that is the reality of the conscious world kept a steady ongoing pace. It would be quite some time before a visitor would grace John Does bed side.
Veronica Torrance, the personal assistant to the Undead Enigma had a plan for the Ripper. But the events that surrounded her plan fell apart when the madman failed her yet again. Worse than that, it left her with no backup. Months passed, as Enigma grew to become obsessed with Damien Death to the point that no unearthly soul watched over her. It would have been perfect to have the Ripper take her revenge now. But, that sack of flesh remained worthless, the opportunity squandered. Perhaps this is why she entered his room that following night.
Look at you. In all your insane madness you cant even find the dementia to lift a single finger. Well, now is the time Ripper. Youve grown out of use. I take it by the sudden strike of those yellow eyes you heard me. Hmm, what to do with you. Youve broken our deal. Youve been nothing more than a disappointment. You cant feel pain can you? Too bad. I really wanted you to suffer. You have no idea what youve done. How youve set me back. Yet, youre only mortal arent you? There isnt anything above human about you. All the prospects and I chose a mere human to try and do my bidding. Can you hear Lily, Ripper? Shes laughing at me. Oh, how could I have been so stupid. Veronica moved to the edge of the Rippers bed before her senses governed her thoughts.
Transfusion after transfusion it says, but I can smell the blood dripping out of you. Youre like a bad pipe system. All those drugs really did nothing in the end. Youre nothing now. I can almost taste you through the stale disinfected air. I should devour you! Drain you until there is nothing left but a crumpled husk! At least I would get a good meal from this. But my brothers, they cant be let down now can they? Oh, and you owe them a little something dont you? Yes, its come to me! I know what to do with you now. Veronica peered over the bed, casting a black shadow over the Rippers mangled body. Taking back the bandages around his jugular vein she bit into him, the blood rolling between the suction of her mouth and lips. Lilys instinct ravaged her mind as she felt the warmth of fresh blood roll into her stomach. Then came a burst of euphoria, the inner lust of the hunted prey falling between her succulent seductive grip. The beast had taken hold, and she fed until her body came sending her to the floor.
You better be worth it you son of a bitch. Be thankful Lily needs you. Veronica wiped her mouth clean flicking life blood onto the wall. She was strong enough to stand now, and doing so, left the room unnoticed by all but the moon.
Veronicas body had changed. Thoughts of feeding were so much different than the act of doing so. What had Enigma put into her? Did he know how much of Lily would surface? In time the Ripper would rise again and return to her. There was much to do before phase two could even be attempted.
The Saints were amidst a change of their own. The elder father Phelan had disappeared and only days later was discovered by Gabriel Sands following a tip given to the youngest member of the flock. Now, he remains silent. Unable to confess what was done to him and by exactly whom. The nature of their work made the possibilities literally endless. A holy crusade against all forms of evil great and small paints a shining target on your back. For months they had been targeting the corrupt and possessed like Robin Hood terrorists. But now someone had struck back. The righteous path lay before all of them still, but without a source of strong inspiration. Gabriel met Phelans glazed eyes with a void state of his own cold black stare. He was searching for some clue to what had taken him, something that would return the light to his comrades eyes. But there was nothing.
The Vatican held no answers. The dossiers presented to the group stated that all targets were still not aware of the overall operation in effect. The Saints gave no return of information watching them either. Phelan grew weaker still unable to speak or accept nourishment without being fed. Alistaire then grew silent as well. His gifts had made great things for the Saints, but he was powerless to aid his ally. The angst thrust him into a vow of silence as the brothers rallied around Gabriel, desperate to find the culprit, and strike them down.
Sands caressed his red beard deep in thought. Who held the power to kill the soul? Who was so evil that a man of great faith would be powerless? The battleground was filled with fiends that were capable of such an act. After all, the sword of Gods army did not sheath itself in the face of its enemies. The solution just eluded him. Put to task the Vampires? Demon kind? The Shadow Wraiths? Who would dare corrupt Gods soldier? In this world, who wouldnt? Making the sign of the cross upon his chest Gabriel folded his massive hands and began to pray.
Elsewhere, the Saints watched over their ailing father.
We cant just do nothing. One of them has to know! I say we bust down their doors and make them regret ever laying hands on him! All of them must be rendered to dust! Well find our answers, and then well make them pay! Seans face grew bright red as he clinched his teeth.
I know youre angry. Im angry too. But rushing down the doors of every foul thing that walks this earth will just get us killed. Gabriel will find a way. He is blessed, and the answer will come to him. In the mean time, we keep our heads low and our eyes open. Aidan let out a slow breath.
Thats shite! I wont let this happen, lets wave some guns around and take our answers! Sean snarled.
Oh, shite is it? Well take a good look at our Father. Now take a look at the battle ahead. What good will a few angry bullets do? Use your fucking brain! Aidan shoved his brothers shoulder.
Awww aaahhhh! I cant just let this happen! God wouldnt let it happen! I know who did this; well at least I know how I can find out! Sean threw himself up to his feet and bolted out the door.
Damn it Sean!
Aidan soon followed after his furious brother leaving Phelan alone.
At Castle Enigmas grounds the Enigmatic one broods wringing his hands over and over until the memories of the Proving Ground contest fade. His thoughts fixate on one subject, something that has become that of an obsession.
This isnt over Damien. Nothing was proven accept that this has not ended. Heh, and Viper getting involved makes things all the more fruitious. For taking the title from them would crush any lingering doubt on who is the most powerful. Tomorrow night Ill complete the circle inside the ring, take whats mine, and crush Damien Death all in one blow. Heh heh eh?
UE stopped as a monitor with two black vehicles tore past his iron gate, knocking the thrall guardsmen to the ground.
Ah ha, something to take my mind off of things for awhile. Heh, lets see what these invaders have brought to my door
The damned fool going to get himself killed! Aidan focused keeping pace with his mad brother.
Im coming for you Enigma! Youll pay for what you did! Sean howled as the black van smashed the brittle bodies of two sentry zombies sending their parts flying into the midnight sky.
The thick dust shot forth with a violent skid of the front wheels of the first black vehicle nearly turning it end over end. Aidans pursuit narrowly collided with Seans idling van giving both drivers a feeling of pulled inertia inside of them. Now the dead seemed to appear from the darkened pillars, the moors, and the hills of the vast property. A spectral silver fog snaked around the vans, growing in area. Low sounds of the undead united with the thick crack of the cold wind snapping against skeletal trees.
Sean was first to see them in his side mirror, shadows shambling forth, gathering number. What kind of wretched monster tortures the dead like this? His thoughts fell away to his training and quickly he turned to find the arsenal located behind him. Strangely enough his brother was acting in the same, preparing for a night of horror. There was no time to curse names, or shout blame as to how this situation fell. Berettas in hand, Aidan crossed himself and whispered a warriors prayer. He would remain strong as long as it took to save Sean from this madness. Taking in the deep hollow of stifling chilled air, he cocked back the hammers of his tools and kicked open the doors.
The darkness erupted with the sound of blessed rounds thundering three at a time every second. Aidan saw his brothers muzzle flash as a strobe effect told him he was surrounded. Tiny bulbs of white light streaked as he fired dead center into the horde approaching them. Bullets shredded corpse flesh sending the dead spinning to the earth, only to have them pick themselves up once again. The number of thrall seemed to grow as Aidan found himself being led away from his brother.
Above the Battle, Enigma watched them awaiting the opportunity to choose his next move. For now he was content letting them waste their ammunition. Misguided heroesHeh heh heh, what ever shall I do with you? Take them alive.
The necromancers command fell upon the controlled wills of the dead and instantly they obeyed him. Changing positions in order to capture instead of devour the two Saints standing their ground.
Seans gun clicked empty and he raised another sub machine gun falling back to the side of his van. Firing controlled bursts, his free hand felt for the handle to the side door. A burst of auto fire gave him enough time to slide it open revealing the .50 caliber mounted machine gun. Throwing his Mp5 sidearm to the dirt he took position behind the gun and unleashed a chopping barrage of anti personnel fire. The machine gun cut down a line of corpses sawing them in halves and thirds, spreading the arc soon the dead began to fall back.
Aidan heard the massive gun explode to life. His berretta hissed empty as he lifted his arm to fire the last shot dead into the throat of a charging zombie. At least Sean got to the gun; it will buy him some time. His quick thought was enough to chamber second clips into his weapons and return to the killing. Soulless bastards, how many can there be? The Saint fired seven quick shots into a row of dead making an elevated jump for himself which would lead him back to his own supplies. Thrusting his legs forward into a shamble of rotting tissue mass, he leapt over the barrier and struck the ground rolling and firing like a Speztna soldier. Back to his feet, he could see the van, and if he stayed mobile he would make it.
Undead Enigma scowled at his minions failure. This was getting costly. The two were well trained, and skilled with the weapons they held. In fact watching them fight was very useful information indeed. What better assassins for his legion than these two?
Hear me minions! Destroy them! Enigma bellowed from the balcony of his tower shaking his fist. As soon as the commanded word left his twisted grinning lips the dead began to thirst for blood of the intruders. Armed thrall raised their weapons firing back in hopes of wounding a shoulder in order to swarm them and feed off of their remains.
Shite! Theyre firing back at us now; Ive got to get to the van! Aidan made a hard run to the back door leaping back inside and closing the door behind him. The dead slammed up against the door, making the vehicle an enclosed tomb for the moment. Bullets ricocheted off of the black steel as bullet proof glass absorbed the impact of single stray rounds. Aidans armory began to sway with the thrust of the zombies fists impacting the van. His eyes darted around the dimly lit quarters, his hands making a point to follow his wild gaze. He had to use something with a bit of a punch to it. Blessed rounds just were not halting the advance fast enough. Explosive shells, the street sweeper lay just a few tumbles from where it was placed. Grabbing the weapon Aidan loaded it and filled a bandoleer with spare shells. A few grenades fastened to his belt; there was still the matter of returning to the fight.
Meanwhile Seans tactics were running out of steam. The .50 caliber gun had carved a path through the lines he could see, but he knew more still surrounded him. It was like zombie whack a mole now, firing at any shadow that shambled into range. This couldnt last forever. Then Aidans voice popped on the speaker of his phone.
Im going to run the van in! I cant get out any other way!
Seans face went white with fear. No, that wont work. Quickly he fumbled to answer his brother.
Aidan! Stay put, Im coming! Sean growled on the other end of the receiver as he tore to the back of his arsenal grabbing two submachine guns and a few flash bangs. Tossing the first flash out the side door he shot to the access point of his roof just as it ignited. He could now see the mob locking his brother inside the other van. Tossing the last of the flashes at the dead he dove to the other roof taking a half roll, and fired at the confused thrall horde.
AAAAAAAA BASSSSSTTTTTAAAAARRRRRDDDDDSSSSS!
There was a thick thud noise and the intense sound of gunfire above Aidans head. The flash had blinded him and he quickly took his fingers to his eyes to gain his senses. Im (BUDDA! BUDDDA! BUDDDAA!) on the (BUDDDA! BUDDDA! BUDDDA!) roof Bro! The way ( VIP! VIP! TAAHTING!) is clear, we can(BUDDDA!) move now! Sean screamed while continuing fire, just praying that Aidan would get the message.
Aidan stabbed his eyes with his thumb and index fingers to train them back into sight. The blur of his returned vision brought all of the necessary elements into place. Strapping himself in, Aidan went for the gas pedal and the van began to move slowly at first. Sean banged the roof with his fist letting his brother know that he hadnt fallen off. More rounds lit up the sky as Sean held his arm outward firing to keep the creatures from regaining ground.
The mobile van shot forward making a slight turn toward the main doors of Castle Enigma. At this rate unless the doors were reinforced the vans speed and size would provide enough momentum to drive through the main entrance. After that, neither Saint confessed in what would be the next course of action. A few tens of feet from the target now, Sean slipped inside the emergency escape mounted on top of the roof. Just enough time to fall spread eagle to the floor, in order to brace for the impact of the crash. The front end splintered the oak wood doorway as the front tires spun to the left digging into the stone wall that made the gothic styled archway. The earthly grip of the stone held the modern vehicle firmly in place as all of the force came to a rest sending anything not mortared in flying in the opposite direction. One Cyclops taillight gave illumination to the darkened hallway filling with thick gray smoke. Inside the van the Saints were silent. Outside the zombie remains of Enigmas guard began to take notice of the collision and shamble toward the vehicle. The move had given them two choices enter the Castle through the passenger side door guns blazing, or send the rest of the dead chasing them back to hell through the rear doors. That is once the two of them regained consciousness.
Sean awoke first buried under an entire metal rack of weaponry and ammunition. The Vans armory had shifted and toppled due to the force of the collision, which left Sean trapped as he was prone on the floor. Soon there came a deafening thud, as overzealous corpses flung themselves at the secure back doors. Something had cut him, as a side warmth of blood rolled into his blinking eye. Turning the heap of gun metal and ammo boxes over Sean found the side of the van and turned his head to see what happened to his brother.
Aidan remained slumped over the drivers seat both eyes closed to the world. His chest was moving slowly, but he still hadnt regained consciousness. There was no way to tell how badly he was hurt, so Sean just shouted at him, hoping to shock him back to a state of awareness.
Damn it Aidan! What the fuck do you think youre doing? You cant crash into a castle and then take a nap! Aw fuck me I was wrong, I shouldnt have gone after Enigma! You happy now prick?
EeehExstatic Aidan answered with a bloodied half smile. Taking a moment to swallow he continued. So whats your gran plan now brother?
Plan? I thought you had one! Sean snapped back.
Aidan spat out the taste of pooling blood between his lips. I guess we improvise then. They cant get us unless they break the doors down. So ah, we can split by taking the passenger door with leads us deeper into the castle. I guess youll get your answers from Enigma after all Sean.
Right. Then what?
Simple. We but a bullet right between the blasphemers eyes. This all goes away and the message is cast for the others to see. Just like weve always done. Aidan tugged at his seatbelt letting it snap back into a ready position. His street sweeper loaded with explosive shells hadnt gone far.
Sean nodded mimicking Aidans half smile. Pulling two silenced semi auto barrettas from the fallen weapons he returned his brothers thoughts. Just like the old days.
Aidan put his finger to the tip of his nose and pointed back at his brother. Ready?
Yeah. Sean replied.
The Saints forced open the front passenger door and filed out into the empty cobblestone hallway. A single arm lifted and clawed at the air around them from the outside. The dead would not interfere with this task anymore. Standing upward for the first time in minutes, both Brothers felt the extent of their wounds. Adrenaline surged through their bodies as they forced themselves to proceed through the castle in search of Undead Enigma.
What if we dont make it? Seans whisper broke Aidans slow pace rendering it to a full stop.
We will make it Sean. All things have a purpose, even your stupid rushing off. He wont take us, not now, not ever. Hear me? God willing we will live through this.
Heh, God left this place long ago peon, and I am damn sure he forgot about the fate of humankind when he did. Heh heh heh UEs voice bellowed from the stair balcony as a low step slid against the stone black marble. The creature cracked his knuckles firmly descending to the first floor of his dwelling. Those blood red glowing eyes daring Sean to open fire.
What have you done to our father, heathen! Tell me or Ill put this bullet right through you! Seans cadence increased as he lifted both guns to Enigmas head. Noticing the pace, Aidan trained his weapon on the necromancer as well.
Ive done nothing to your father wretch, hell I dont even know who your father is! Is he the scruffy old one? Whats his name? Santa? Enigma flaunted an evil grin.
Were not fucking around necromancer! You kidnapped Phelan and did something to him! Now what did you do? Ill blow you in half so help me! Aidan clacked his shotgun once to show his point.
This has becometiresome. Enigma gestures and instantly Seans hands pull away from his aim and refocus pointing one gun at his brother and the other directly under his mandible.
Sean! What are you doing?
I cant! Sto (VIP! VIP!)
Seconds later both Saints lay dead. Undead Enigma lowered his clawed hand grip and looks down on them. You disappoint me. All that talk of faith and in the end you just whimper. Such a living waste really. Now its time to see what kind of killers you truly are. Hmmwhats that? ((WAAAAAABOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMM!))
The Van wedged inside the walled entry way of Castle Enigma is incinerated by a nova blast which shakes the front of the building to its foundation. Its owner is thrown back several hundred feet slamming into an alcove before the weight of the explosion sends tons of stone hurling toward him. Enigma strikes the wall and goes limp as the ceiling and its supports crumble and bury him. The Castle walls implode sending more rubble down onto itself. The result leaves a hollow stone tomb in place of the once stoic monument fortress. To be continued
Gabriel Sands raised his head and placed his hand upon the sacred altar. A cold shiver wore its way down his neck and a feeling that something had gone seriously wrong came over him. Phelan and Alistair...
Past the Cathedral to the main court there was a sense of something unearthly on the compound. Gabriel felt his hands spark with blue energy.
" No! Not now! Saints prepare for battle! Something is here!"
His massive cry shook the halls of the cathedral as he moved to find his brothers in arms. " Show yourselves demons! Face the almighty sword of God! I know you are here, and I will destroy you! The absent court held only one thing. The body of his ally Phelan lay pooled in his own blood, his head removed from his body. Alistair was waiting there also holding the elder Saints head between his clutched fist swinging it back and forth mocking the sacred rituals of the Church.
"Man of clay, did you expect me to just wait for you to tear down all that I have arranged? Your silent holy war rhetoric although amusing has caused my minions to slow the tasks I've put forth to them. This world is ripe with souls eager to bring my vision of a damned place to fruition. Such delicious chaos delayed by your distractions has forced me to take action. The protege is mine. I imagined him. In fact a few mirror tricks brought my puppet right to this cretinous lot filled with misguided insolent meddlers like your beloved Saints. All of which through my turn of the key are no more. Your like a pathetic zealot should be now.. Alone and broken! Hah ha ha! Ahh, temper, temper, mud creature. You wouldn't want to crack under all that hate would you? Well then, come at me wretch! Nobunaga the Soulshatterer's toy awaits!"
Sands shocked by the betrayal and revelations charged steam at the Demon familiar Alistair, who had begun to form silver disks of iron and steel from the grounds in which he commanded to bond to his flesh. The metal slashed into his small body ripping tendons and snapping bones of the spy spiking and arching to form a chaotic beast of a golem's frame. Standing eight feet tall the demonic creature lifted it's razor claws and threw the Head of Phelan at Gabriel. The fleshy skull struck Sands in the chest turning his body slightly and sending him to the ground.
There the familiar dragged it's bladed tendon claws across Sands back shredding the Magisterial cardinal red tunic worn by heaven's construct. The additional thrust tossing him up in the air as the beast hacked him back to the ground with a single wild hook. Striking the ground with the turn of his left shoulder Gabriel doubled over and slid meeting a side gated wall with his back.
With a choking scream of a voice the thing spoke, Nobunaga's disembodied voice echoing through it.
" Failure of dust, you can't stop the Unholy Trinity! Your faith has abandoned you. Your great force is feeding the soil with it's blood! Hah ha, and now clay man I shall watch you crumble!"
" Blaspheme! Foul Stinking corrupter! You shall fall!" Gabriel Sands hands crackled with blue light, forging a single blade Stabbing the monster's steel thigh. The iron and flesh bond erupted in rejection of the holy matter. Sands struck again this time standing as he brought the blade to a defensible slash position. The golem tilted back but then returned to the attack. Gabriel clashed holy light with demonic steel again and again. As the black blood gashes appeared in the monster's body, Gabriel's faith sword only grew in power.
"Begone spawn of evil! Leave this place! Back to Hell!"
Bulldogging the golem to the ground, Gabriel stabbed the holy blade into it's mouth and the spikes of light seared the puppets flesh from the inside. The explosion sent shreds of organic shrapnel metal hurling through the air along with the remains of Alistair's burning human body. The zealot felt a edge of hot steel rip across his face as his own blood poured from the wound. Sands once again struck the ground torn and bloodied. A roll of flame peaked over the wall as the area destruction became afire and expanded.
Gabriel felt the energy dissipate as the smoke from the flames snaked across his view. He was slashed to ribbons, each mark a deep cut filling with his vital blood. The Saints were no more. The demon had been vanquished although it's goal at least this part of the battle had succeeded. Sands was alone, but not broken as Nobunaga had decreed. He would find all of the Saints and assure that no other foul corruption could be done to them. Then he would continue their work, starting with the denizens of the DWF. In time he would learn where they had fallen and the level of destruction the brothers had caused.
His once bloody wounds now visible scars, Gabriel placed the remains of his comrades amongst a pyre. Giving them all last rites with the aid of a priest, the Saints were put to rest. Crossing his chest, Gabriel watched the flames in silence.
" That should have been enough, the freak should have been awake by now. His flesh is not something I want to taste again and again. Perhaps I've killed him? Damn it, I'm new at this. Son of a bitch he's dead. Well he never could do anything right. Ugh, but the time is now! Wake up Ripper!"
Veronica Torrance slugged the cold corpse once in the crest of the mandible nearly snapping his head into whiplash on a cold cement slab.
" This place is secure. I suppose some more time is needed."
Sick of talking to herself, Torrance sealed the vault and returned to her other plans. News had placed a grand opportunity in her hands and there was limited time to act. Curse Lily Faustus. Damn that bitches thoughts poisoning her mind. The Ripper? What the hell was she thinking? The man was more beast than anything, insane? Sure, but very cunning in his methods. For this plan to work he would have to know who was in control. How could she even start with that lunatic? First thing he'd do is bust out the window and run right into the sun. New at this remember? Alright, just wait. think about how this is going to go down and then when your ready, open the vault.
Veronica adjusted her neck and focused on the blades sitting there on the table. These were the tools used to bring fear to his opponents, no more like the mortals that justified his legend. He is practically undead in nature as he was. Perhaps this wouldn't be such a task after all. No, remember what he did to Lily, what he did to her kin after. What they did to his brother. His mind is the key. But what a mind! Is it Jack? Is it murder that drives him? The ring tapes give little clues. He is such a madman, frothing at the mouth, like several dam gates need to be opened in order to unlock the potential. So many routes, so many options, so many chances to have him wanting to tear you apart. Next came the interviews, and soon after that Veronica Torrance was just left spinning the liston blades on the table watching the steel light reflect and roll off the razor sharp edges.
Fear. Fear is what motivated him. His anonymity, a sense of mystery, true incompatibility with known reality. This was very complex. His blood left her with a sense of confusion about him. Conflicts inside of his memories, visions of things drenched in blood. A sense of combat, a sense of lust, a sense of isolation, a sense of loyalty. She had to scream. It was all just too much. No wonder the world thinks he's crazy. It's a nightmare in there. It makes no sense, I don't think I can find the answer. Do I let that out into the world? Something I have no chance of controlling? What have I done?
The start of pounding on the thick lead vault door startled her. There was no more time left. Why didn't she chain him down?
" Fuck you Lily. Fuck you for making me deal with this."
To the vault now, a frenzied scream shattered the quiet of the hide out. A howling roar followed by an insane flurry of thick strikes rolled like thunder, attacking Torrance's senses.
"LETTT MEEEE OUTTTTT!"
The rage in his voice made her stop from the vault release. She turned back to the table and made a full run for the knives. An offering, something to make him understand. Would it work?
"Ripper, I'm opening the door. Step away and I have something for you. As a mortal, you were nothing. You were beaten senseless by each and every creature. I put you to the task and you failed each and every time. Yet you still exist to suffer. Your tenacity and your instinct is what drove us to this moment. I have given you a gift Ripper, the gift to become a true force and vanquish those who dismissed your legend. Understand this gift comes with a price, but as a mercenary contract killer this should come as no consequence. Accept, and I will open the door. Reject this and that door will flood with sunlight in about an hour turning you to dust. The choice is yours. Immortality with me, or Death at sunrise."
Veronica Torrance stepped back from the door covering his lips with her hand. The Ripper had grown quiet. The madman contemplating just what to do. A second tone of voice enters a single conversation, and the argument begins.
" You did this? I'm a vampire?"
Ripper's voice cracked through the vault.
" In body only, in time you will know what it means to become a vampire. There are tasks to be done. Or, know the pain of a cutting demise."
Torrance's voice answered back only half believing what she was saying herself.
"I've studied you. I already know what it means. As for your threats, I have heard many like them before. The things done to me in the service of others would have you waiting for the sun as well. But, there is much work to be done still. Open the vault."
Ripper's tone grew even behind the door, he stepped back and waited.
Veronica hesitated. This could be after all, a trick...
Midnight in the smoldering ruins of what was once known as Castle Enigma. Now stands tons of stone masonry, shards of broken stained glass, dirt and steel to form the tomb of a tyrant. The dead who once stalked this land have all but rotted away without their master's presence. This ground remains untouched by human hands, the sense of something sinister, bringing dread to any mortal who steps on the property. It remains nothing but a relic of a once evil empire.
Here, a supernatural fiend floats across the landscape, searching for something. It's night gaze returning no physical need to arouse suspicion. It moves like the dead night itself, drifting in silence. One other watches this creature high above the skies. His body shines and glistens as the moonlight rolls off his frame. Instantly, the fiend below notices him. Being noticed that he is noticed the creature from the sky glides to Earth and sits on a mound of collapsed stone.
" You're a new one aren't you? I haven't seen you before. Tell me, what is your name?"
The glowing stranger asks.
" What's it to you fairy?"
The Ripper responds.
" Now now that's no way to speak to your elder. Such an insubordinate tone, I have a right mind to report you to the clan council. Wait? Are you a stray? Ah, that's it a mongrel. I should have guessed by the way you are dressed that your quite savage. You look hungry, when was the last time you fed? Don't you know of our rules mongrel? This is Glitterin territory. I'll provide you with a meal but then you will have to leave. The council will hear of this encounter I assure you, and soon after will evaluate if your services can be useful to us. This is all I can provide and you would be good to accept my offer. Ah, so what should I call you? Or do you want your identity to be known as Mongrel, the foolish dog sniffing in clan territory."
The Ripper snarls.
" What makes this your territory shoe shine boy? This looks like any other grave site to me. In fact, I suggest you piss off before you piss me off. I've got work to do."
The Glitterin scoffs.
" Your threats are empty mongrel. Your tone spiciest. Any work done must be done elsewhere. You can file a grievance if need be. And I will have you know just because we shine in the twilight doesn't mean we can't get nasty. I've made countless people regret that tone you are presenting."
"Are you threatening me glow worm? I sure do hope so."
Ripper's eyes narrowed beneath his death mask.
" Glow worm? Now you are really testing my patience savage. The meal is revoked. Now get the hell off this land, or I will make you-"
The Glitterin is suddenly interrupted.
" By what right do you claim this land night light? It's a fair question before your blood raises to ash all over these rocks!"
The Ripper shifted his feet and dug in, taking hold of his blades.
"MY! I think your seriously threatening me! If you must know The Glitterins, have a number of artifacts under these grounds. Stan, Judy and Clarice have in trusted me, Crudward to find them and return them to our crypt. Now that you know the ranks and the extent of our power I suggest you leave now or I'll call them all here! You'll find out what we can do!"
Crudward Glitterin shook his fists like a dryer unit in a vertical spin cycle.
" A clan of four eh? Ha ha ha Wanker. I think it's time you learned my name."
The Ripper produced a liston blade and spun it into a stabbing position. His expression grew a row of pointed fangs as he snapped into shadowed motion. Crudward spun to meet the liston blade buried deep inside of his stomach touching what remained of his spine.
" UUUURRRRRCCCCGGGGHHHHH! SILVER?"
The Glitterin remained pinned in a state of paralysis tilting until the Ripper smashed him to the earth with a STO that drove his blade through Crudward and into the ground below him. Satisfied that Crudward wouldn't be escaping him, the Ripper slammed into his groin with the heel of his boot stomping violently enjoying the girly squeels of his "elder." Twisting the second blade from it's sheathe he snapped it to Crudward's throat.
" Listen closely. The Necronomicon is my prize. If you think that your friends are even going to give a damn about your end here after all the posturing and primping you tried to throw at me then I'll kill them too faster than I am going to clean you. If you can call them tell them if they want to stay above ground long stay away from the Ripper! Now be so kind before you fade out to point me to the mound where you think that book may lie. Ah, you finally did something right."
The Ripper's blade spun around the neck of Crudward and slid across his throat three inches deep. The madman then wiped his knife with a turn and punted the head clean off as it was reduced to an ashen cloud of dust. Taking his other blade back, he moved to the mound and began to lift the stones away from the rubble. This had to be the steps leading down to the archive.
More and more lifting, heavier slabs of stone and buried rock, until the Ripper came to an archway leading to piles of mangled and torn scripts. Most of the texts were damaged by the soil, but there was one book which smelled of bound flesh and had not a scratch on it. He had seen it before in the clutches of Undead Enigma, but never up close. Taking his fingers over the cover, the Ripper secured the book and was off into the night. What Veronica wanted with it he didn't much care...
Arriving at the designated place of his giver of undeath, the Ripper kept his mission task at his hip, courtesy of a book bag lifted earlier for the purpose of subversive tactics and obvious secrecy. He could hear two other heartbeats in the room, bound ones by his guessing. Fast and quaking, compelling him to feed, as thought was his right. An insatiable thirst building, the madman bolted toward the door only to be struck down a few steps from his meal.
" No, those are necessary. I have taken great pains to procure them for this ritual. If you can not control your hunger Ripper, than I have a stash of hamsters you may devour. Spare me all the details, just hand me the Necromicon."
Veronica let her waiting hand drift into an open palm held out for the prize to be presented.
" Very well, he was of no consequence anyway. The book was not hard to find. Give me one of those and I'll let you have it."
Ripper's bestial smile tugged under the teeth of his skeletal deathmask.
" Bartering are we? I think not."
Veronica using her own cat like grace and speed shocks the Ripper with a stun gun ending his dreams of control over this game. Being more or less not quite a complete vampire his physical body still did not know certain tricks, ethereal form being one of them. The jolt was enough to put him down for a few hours. Mocking a kiss goodnight she began looting the book bag and seized the mystical book of the dead, finally laying her eyes upon it for the first time. Her ideal short term goal realized she returned to the room where two victims awaited her.
Sedated with I.V. drips, the men she had sought out, seduced, and kidnapped held just a few traits necessary for the ritual to succeed. The sacrifices would in turn bring her something she wanted more than anything else. Family. All vital signs were stable, the bodies in perfect health.
"Enter."
Veronica stated.
The hooded figure moved from the darkness holding a medicine bag, his arms snaked with deep red bone tattoos. Silver and brass rings decorated his narrow bone fingers.
" Da Necronomicon Exe Ore Mortis? You hav dat book yes? Let me see it chile."
Placing the book on a slab next to the feet of one of the sacrifices, this hooded strange man placed his relic objects on the table one by one.
"Evry ting is here. You have dem vials girl? Goot. Place dem in their mouts and step back. I bring de power wit my magik. Now den let me wor."
Veronica clicked open a sealed pouch containing two vials. After a moment of reflective study she took the device used to keep the victims mouths open and clicked it enough to fit the glass vials inside. The hooded figure nodded and began spreading black sand mixed with ash around the bodies. Then taking a raven's quill, he placed the pen to a silver and green mixture of ink.
" What be dey names gir?"
Veronica turned back to the strange practitioner. Hey eyes closed and upon reopening she answered him.
" That one is Jed Faustus. That one is Ed Faustus."
"Ah hum. Yes so dat be de names dey go. Da table be set. We go to da book now."
The stranger slowly worked his thin hand over the flesh bound pages. His eyes focusing on the startling revelations he sped through. " Dis be darker stuf. You deal wit tings dat you don't know. Very dangeus. Strong stuf. Could cos you an me few dat matter. You wan dis fo real? I giv money back an evr ting gir. You shur? Be taruthfall de spirit dey can tell if you lie."
Veronica smiled.
" I think I'm beyond redemption. And with this act I will know so. There's no turning back, they will rise again and I will have my revenge."
"Ah den. I must ask of you to tripa my paymint. For da bad juju comin. I wil need som strong stuff to wash me from dis."
The practitioner awaited Veronica's answer.
"Very well. If the greed gets to task done then you shall be rewarded with what you deserve. Now, if you would, continue the ritual." Veronica crossed her arms.
" Da candl opens a gatway to the soul one lit. Da transfar will begin once those vials are opened, and the spirit reds his name. I lit da candl an we begin. Now open da vials. I wav my han over dese words an concetra on dem."
The open vials then shattered, pouring the material into the throats and open glass cut wounds of the two men. The shackled bodies lurched and shook on the slabs as something began taking a form inside of them. The sickening sounds of rib bones shattering, splaying, slashing the upper torso of the men threw the Stranger to the ground as he scrambled away from the door in fear. The body twisted snapping the spine, sending one of the eyes flying against the wall. Then it twisted the other way taking the head and forcing it to snap backward dangling off the slab like a pendulum. Large bulges malformed the now dead victims bodies even more. Scist like sacs boiled to the surface taking the flesh and shredding it into a thin membrane as the things inside began to grow. Now there was nothing human left, the sacs gelled with a blood substance as the transformation of the grotesque suddenly ended with a primal scream from inside the flesh cocoons. Two clawed hands darted razor finger nails to pry the skin that was now masking their faces. The other chose to fist his way free hammering the shell of spongy skin working his hand free and then his elbows and finally his face. Ripping free, the naked Vampires stood up on the table covered in blood. It was too much for the Stranger to witness.
" Papa Hainel, meet the Family. Now we are going to eat you!"
Veronica's feral look snapped into place with a shot of red in her eyes as the Vampires dragged the voodoo doctor screaming curses back into the vault, taking turns ripping body parts from his frame tasting him whole until there was nothing left.
Considering all and all I have recently submitted a formal app. However I still do not have access to ooc or the game plan areas. It makes little nevermind for the time being I can still play. The OOC and game plan areas may just require more time before the authorizations take affect.
Everyone expect for my character to be making his pressence known around the federation. I've scouted you guys for a short while and feel pretty comfortable in my position to go ahead and jump in with. Hopefully I do not take more liberties then I am afforded, but should be fairly enjoyable all around.
It was 4:25pm on the 12th of December 2009, when Jack Nathanson decided to venture from his self imposed isolation in order to confirm a piece of information that he had received, dismissing the elements as merely a mild inconvenience as he walked down the road, his eyes looking through the black tinted lenses of his round sunglasses, past the thatched roofed cottages that made the neighbourhood and at the stone structured church that sat at the end, facing him.
The rain relentlessly blasted into Jacks face and body, falling from the blanket of thick, ominous clouds in the sky that stretched for as far as the eye could see, then being pushed in the man in black by the harsh, gale force winds that had toppled garden fences and snapped twigs off of trees since it had began to pick up. It had been dark, gloomy and bitterly cold all throughout the day and with the sun beginning to set, it wouldnt be long until the land would be colder and shrouded in darkness, prompting the street lights to flicker on and the lights in the living rooms, kitchens, bathrooms, bedrooms and hallways to be switched on and cause the windows to turn into little yellow squares on the sides of their houses. It was something of a rarity to see any of the inhabitants actually leave their homes, not even to enjoy their spacious rear gardens, as they either near death or had become agoraphobic How very quaint, how utterly depressing.
Jack was dressed in all black in order to suit the occasion, the apparel being made up of polished zip up ankle boots, formal slacks, a leather belt with a modest silver buckle, a long sleeved dress shirt, a tie, leather gloves and a woollen trench coat that was absolutely soaked through. He had not bothered wearing any head gear yet he did take an umbrella with him, an umbrella that was quickly taken away from him by a mixture of strong winds and a general lack of awareness caused by sleep deprivation and stress. The result was a dishevelled looking individual, as rainwater had soaked the one smartly styled shoulder length chestnut coloured hair that hung from the top and sides of Jacks skull to his shoulders, combining with pale skin and dark circles around the eyes area to form the image of a man who did not look well, an image of a man who looked tired and fatigued, of one who had been battered by life.
After approaching the black metal gate in front of the church, Jack gently pushed it open with one hand, stepped past it and pushed it shut behind him before walking down the narrow pathway that led to a little three way junction of sorts, one straight ahead that led to the church doors, the other two branching left and right, each leading, presumably, around the sides of the building and to the graveyard out back. Jack stood at the middle of the junction, turned his head to the right and gradually moved it left, scanning whatever was in front of him with unnecessary calculation. He could barely see through his glasses, but could also see with perfect clarity as he wondered where he should start first, whether he should head on inside and get out of the rain for a little bit, or even if he was ready to confirm what seemed too unreal to be true. That was, until the beginning of "The Sensual World" by Kate Bush suddenly started blaring out in a rather rude manner. Jack quickly reached into his outer right trouser pocket, pulled out his Blackberry in his right hand and put it to his ear. After spending nearly a year out of the public eye, someone had to decide to contact him at this point in time. Typical.
"Jack Nathanson here..."
"Hiya! Its me! Cathy! Howve you been?"
"Catherine...its been a while..."
"Yeah well I was just looking through old school pictures and..."
"...I apologise in my interruption but can you please do me a favour?"
"Yeah?"
"Save it and call me back another time..."
"Oh..."
"Dont take offense...Im just rather busy right now and I cannot engage in conversation at the moment..."
"Oh okay, well, take care then!"
"You too"
Perhaps it wasnt that appropriate to cut somebody off so quickly, but Jack had remained collected from the time that he spoke into that mechanical device in that deep, low key voice of his, to when he had cut the connection and slipped it back into his pocket. After putting the phone call behind him, Jack looked back up at the church, the rain drops impacting his face as he did so, then sighed, took a deep breath, then turned to the left and followed the pathway around the building. He turned a corner, made his way around to the back and clapped eyes onto the many gravestones that stood neatly planted into the ground, each one different from the next but all laid out in a neat and tidy fashion. At the far edge, two individuals stood at a particular plot, a six foot male with short brown hair and wearing a black suit, his right arm wrapped around the back of a five foot six female who wore faded blue jeans, brown knee high boots and a black leather jacket, sporting medium length red hair on her head, that was resting on his shoulder as they gazed down upon the deceased. A most heartbreaking image on this pretty depressing afternoon, one would say.
After wiping strands of hair from the front of his face to the side, Jack walked towards the graveyard and down one of the paths, his head turning left and right as he looked for the names that he needed to find. He took his time and he worked methodically, reading each and every one of the stones encryptions in full until moving onto the next one, until, not far from the grieving couple, a single grave stone stopped him dead in his tracks. He slowly approached it, removing his sunglasses as he did so and dropped to one knee just at the edge of the grave. He read the lengthy encryption on the gravestone for two, he read it until the end, and then bowed his head, letting the soaking wet strands of hair fall and hang in front of and all around his face.
Who the fuck was he to call them cowards when he'd have done the same thing himself. Fuck! He more looked up to them yet in his own way he knew that any opposition they'd need he could fully provide. So yeah get used to it second fiddler cause the Alpha Dog is coming home to roost.
He glared hard at Damien's ditchings with TDR or as he'd call him Gojinn second teir. Didn't matter cause they both wished they didn't see the tunnel like they did. He bitched one out looking the ass with one and bitched one out ad came out smelling like roses and champion and walked back asking for more from the biggest and the best.
And yet they still ignored.
So what would an Alpha Dog do in a time of need?
NOW!
Candice got dressed and looked at Conner wondering now. " Are you really going to hit them off at the head or just do what all big talkers do and just go to bed?"
He grinned and simply smiled. " Well for one I may talk alot of shit but rest assured honey we are just getting started. Just know I only have your desires in mind. What you want I live to attain. Speaking of attaining how did you fair tonight? I wasn't too rough or mean was I?"
She smiled and nibbled his earlobe and spoke with the deepest of all... " You made toes curl sweety." was all she said between kisses on his neck and chin. Never in all his years did he think he'd be here with the biggest of the big and be this close in such paramour. Candice bit his bottom lip staring him in the eye and she suckled and smiled.
The big boss and the biggest ego both lay in each others warm embrace when he stroked her temples and she said simple matter of factly... " This doesn't mean..."
" Shhhhh... sweety it doesn't matter. What matters is what happens in the morning." As Conner kissed her forehead softly and folded the covers nicely. She nuzzled in closely kissing him once more as they both closed there eyes and held one another.
Candice lay there wondering how to say aything the next morning.... The next morning?
Conner was dumbfounded. Especially how it all came to be. Yet in some small way he knew he wouldn't have it any other way. Until she took him by the chin kissing his lips and said...
" Can I call you Black Cloud Rain?"
He saw the seriousness in her eyes and nodded and smiled. " Baby if you called me One Nut McDamien Death I'd be all shades of yes he's only got one nut cause that goof never thought of seeking me out for a fight. Which tells me he's scared and... well he's a good guy.. no more shop talk sweety. It's just you and I." His lips touched hers again as they... well you know...
He broke the kiss and stroked her nose with his and smiled, " I'd be honored if you called me Black Cloud Rain. But only for you sweety."
As she rested her head ito his chest she lay there wondering more like how she'd explain herself to her father of this type of tribulation or for that matter.... Why would the boss be doing the help?
She just simply saw happy and a great time. She just lived!
Darker Realms
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