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Mayfair Vol 1 #8: The Count(down)
Serpent: “I have witnessed a great many things. On top of this is the beginning of the end...and the new cycle that starts, not only will darkness conquer, but fear...hatred...it won’t stop. Unlocking Pandora’s box again.”
Follower: “Praise be, what might we gain?”
Serpent: “Standing against the testament of time itself. Now, bring forth the boy.”
Follower: “What about him?”
Callan is handed above a pyre. His wrists started to flow with blood. I can’t tell if he’d be unclothed but fucking hell it is...a royal member. They captured a young lad for this shite—right above the London Eye, and amongst the other ritual items. And the Serpent…looks very much like a hydra. Really bloated as well. Probably full time transformation that is channeling your powers.
It was supposed to be Ferris wheel...what’s so wrong with that? Then the government decided to take it down and remodel it as a tower. Over the years, it got broke down, ripped apart…and now it’s a fucken building.
The Serpent snaps his fingers and multiple vampires emerge from the shadows and surround me. I think it’s the perfect timing, perhaps a bit too late to reverse this curse, or is it?
Serpent: “You and your friends have been too late…hehe. It would be a shame to see this man go away…I will enjoy drinking his blood.
Koles: “What if you’re going to drink a one from a cock?”
Serpent: “What?”
Koles: “Sorry to interrupt—but that man up above is an illusion. Nothing more than a animal.”
In a fit of rage, he strangles with me at full ease, grasping me by the throat. I plunge out my whip, lashing at his clothing—it lays fiery burns on his green cloak. Mark of Cthulhu. Very snakelike, and symbolism of “he shall not be named” prevails.
Koles: “You thought my men merely died in the tunnels? They didn’t. The Nightroarers failed to devour them…before they blew up your precious army, they teleported with that. And my friend, a brave drunkard, has already done the same trick by switching the bodies. Your valuable artifacts mean nothing!’
Serpent: “How….how are you overpowering me?”
Koles: “You made a wrong call, you slimy snake. That’s because the blood he has is not the man you were looking for. A red herring. Know your game before trying the ritual. Team, coordinate attack on west and east.”
My protégées appear one by one, gunning down the vampires that stood in a circle. Seems like we still got good firepower left. Jones and a few snipers shoot from the rooftop, delivering a explosions to the skies. Sky bullets, that’s what we call em’. I haven’t introduced it properly yet, but it’s a compacted air round that detonates upon impact within 10 seconds (and I should be working on the time choosing soon.)
Callan emerges within the rubble of where he left, carried by Forge and Terry in a protective shield. I sense the young man’s energy—his presence is strong, yet weak. Should have gathered up something to make an earthquake.
Rowena: “He could blow any minute!’
Sean: “The interrogation must have triggered his latency to generate a new subset of powers…it’ll end the ritual.”
Florence: “I’ll order my bomb squad—“
Rowena: “Cut the shit sis, evacuate now!”
Five mile wide radius. That should be enough to destroy everyone close enough. Would be shittier if he got ahold of the Parliament…which I don’t know if it’s a good idea to blow up (think Forge would definitely love that).
Forge: “Before we leave, we should kill this confused bastard…I’ve longed to finish him.”
Terry: “You kidding? Here?”
Forge: “I swear solemnly—this will end him and the heads he should ever have….
And it all goes to hell with a royal man’s shockwaves.
**Minutes later**
I wake up near a pile of ashes. Everyone seems to be littered in dust. My team is nowhere to be seen…well definitely knew they’d survive. Terry’s giant arsed force field. Straight out of a panel from Fantastic Four and the Incredibles.
There lies a withering corpse of the Serpent, who seems more humane again. Still living and breathing…he’s weaker now. His three heads have been gone due to Forge’s special laced dynamites. Acidic silver, also a special one
The remaining vampires turn their heads at the so called “master”, who drag his body down the hole nearby. If it’s devouring, I’m sure I can hear the painful echoes down in hell, as we watch on from the terror.
Forge: “So three of the heads are permanently gone now...not a pussy with nine lives, it can’t come back, nor will it ever regrow.”
Koles: “Let’s hope it stays that way.”
Rowena: “If it partially wasn’t for my fucking plan, you’d all die already.”
Sean: “Oh babe, you keep forgetting I suggested the gunpowder.”
Rowena: “I’ll deal that with you…personally.”
Terry: “Yeah chaps, still got business to do—and we should really throw a party at the bar first, everyone’s so fucked up and high here.”
Callan: “Am I paying? Sounds like it won’t be on me!”
Forge: “Of course you bastard! I risked my arse to save you out of a terrible dungeon while you’re naked—get him boys! Hahah!”
*Hertfordshire, 1 month later:*
Florence: “For this incident I’ll be dropping charges for everyone. We’ll be the ones who remember what happened, and you’ve atoned for some of your actions in bravery.
Rowena: “Thanks sis. Don’t I get a medal?”
Florence: “Not this time. I’ll savour you for being dashing and with something improvised…but honestly, don’t teleport me in fire hose…I will kill you if we do that.”
Rowena: “Hehe. Guess not if there’s chances. Blimey. I’m going on my date with my lovely man.”
Florence: “See you around for dinner then?”
Rowena: “Sure.”
I take a breath sigh. Really haven’t jogged in months. Was about to lose my earbuds….damn, this cheap shite.
Callan: “I can always get you a new pair, Ms Nix.”
Rowena: “Thanks. Also here for the run?”
Callan: “Consider it training as well. Maybe practices in stealth invisibility.”
Rowena: “Heh. Good at picking up women…you definitely could work on your magic skills then.”
“Reports of a dozen invisible werewolves have been found near Maidenhead Street, all officers please dispatch at ease.”
Rowena: “Sounds like I’m postponing my date then. You wanna make this a good hangout?”
Callan: “Gladly pleased to be protected and working alongside a former MI-6 agent.”
Rowena: “Let’s go.”
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Mayfair Vol 1 #8: The Count(down)
Serpent: “I have witnessed a great many things. On top of this is the beginning of the end...and the new cycle that starts, not only will darkness conquer, but fear...hatred...it won’t stop. Unlocking Pandora’s box again.”
Follower: “Praise be, what might we gain?”
Serpent: “Standing against the testament of time itself. Now, bring forth the boy.”
Follower: “What about him?”
Callan is handed above a pyre. His wrists started to flow with blood. I can’t tell if he’d be unclothed but fucking hell it is...a royal member. They captured a young lad for this shite—right above the London Eye, and amongst the other ritual items. And the Serpent…looks very much like a hydra. Really bloated as well. Probably full time transformation that is channeling your powers.
It was supposed to be Ferris wheel...what’s so wrong with that? Then the government decided to take it down and remodel it as a tower. Over the years, it got broke down, ripped apart…and now it’s a fucken building.
The Serpent snaps his fingers and multiple vampires emerge from the shadows and surround me. I think it’s the perfect timing, perhaps a bit too late to reverse this curse, or is it?
Serpent: “You and your friends have been too late…hehe. It would be a shame to see this man go away…I will enjoy drinking his blood.
Koles: “What if you’re going to drink a one from a cock?”
Serpent: “What?”
Koles: “Sorry to interrupt—but that man up above is an illusion. Nothing more than a animal.”
In a fit of rage, he strangles with me at full ease, grasping me by the throat. I plunge out my whip, lashing at his clothing—it lays fiery burns on his green cloak. Mark of Cthulhu. Very snakelike, and symbolism of “he shall not be named” prevails.
Koles: “You thought my men merely died in the tunnels? They didn’t. The Nightroarers failed to devour them…before they blew up your precious army, they teleported with that. And my friend, a brave drunkard, has already done the same trick by switching the bodies. Your valuable artifacts mean nothing!’
Serpent: “How….how are you overpowering me?”
Koles: “You made a wrong call, you slimy snake. That’s because the blood he has is not the man you were looking for. A red herring. Know your game before trying the ritual. Team, coordinate attack on west and east.”
My protégées appear one by one, gunning down the vampires that stood in a circle. Seems like we still got good firepower left. Jones and a few snipers shoot from the rooftop, delivering a explosions to the skies. Sky bullets, that’s what we call em’. I haven’t introduced it properly yet, but it’s a compacted air round that detonates upon impact within 10 seconds (and I should be working on the time choosing soon.)
Callan emerges within the rubble of where he left, carried by Forge and Terry in a protective shield. I sense the young man’s energy—his presence is strong, yet weak. Should have gathered up something to make an earthquake.
Rowena: “He could blow any minute!’
Sean: “The interrogation must have triggered his latency to generate a new subset of powers…it’ll end the ritual.”
Florence: “I’ll order my bomb squad—“
Rowena: “Cut the shit sis, evacuate now!”
Five mile wide radius. That should be enough to destroy everyone close enough. Would be shittier if he got ahold of the Parliament…which I don’t know if it’s a good idea to blow up (think Forge would definitely love that).
Forge: “Before we leave, we should kill this confused bastard…I’ve longed to finish him.”
Terry: “You kidding? Here?”
Forge: “I swear solemnly—this will end him and the heads he should ever have….
And it all goes to hell with a royal man’s shockwaves.
**Minutes later**
I wake up near a pile of ashes. Everyone seems to be littered in dust. My team is nowhere to be seen…well definitely knew they’d survive. Terry’s giant arsed force field. Straight out of a panel from Fantastic Four and the Incredibles.
There lies a withering corpse of the Serpent, who seems more humane again. Still living and breathing…he’s weaker now. His three heads have been gone due to Forge’s special laced dynamites. Acidic silver, also a special one
The remaining vampires turn their heads at the so called “master”, who drag his body down the hole nearby. If it’s devouring, I’m sure I can hear the painful echoes down in hell, as we watch on from the terror.
Forge: “So three of the heads are permanently gone now...not a pussy with nine lives, it can’t come back, nor will it ever regrow.”
Koles: “Let’s hope it stays that way.”
Rowena: “If it partially wasn’t for my fucking plan, you’d all die already.”
Sean: “Oh babe, you keep forgetting I suggested the gunpowder.”
Rowena: “I’ll deal that with you…personally.”
Terry: “Yeah chaps, still got business to do—and we should really throw a party at the bar first, everyone’s so fucked up and high here.”
Callan: “Am I paying? Sounds like it won’t be on me!”
Forge: “Of course you bastard! I risked my arse to save you out of a terrible dungeon while you’re naked—get him boys! Hahah!”
*Hertfordshire, 1 month later:*
Florence: “For this incident I’ll be dropping charges for everyone. We’ll be the ones who remember what happened, and you’ve atoned for some of your actions in bravery.
Rowena: “Thanks sis. Don’t I get a medal?”
Florence: “Not this time. I’ll savour you for being dashing and with something improvised…but honestly, don’t teleport me in fire hose…I will kill you if we do that.”
Rowena: “Hehe. Guess not if there’s chances. Blimey. I’m going on my date with my lovely man.”
Florence: “See you around for dinner then?”
Rowena: “Sure.”
I take a breath sigh. Really haven’t jogged in months. Was about to lose my earbuds….damn, this cheap shite.
Callan: “I can always get you a new pair, Ms Nix.”
Rowena: “Thanks. Also here for the run?”
Callan: “Consider it training as well. Maybe practices in stealth invisibility.”
Rowena: “Heh. Good at picking up women…you definitely could work on your magic skills then.”
“Reports of a dozen invisible werewolves have been found near Maidenhead Street, all officers please dispatch at ease.”
Rowena: “Sounds like I’m postponing my date then. You wanna make this a good hangout?”
Callan: “Gladly pleased to be protected and working alongside a former MI-6 agent.”
Rowena: “Let’s go.”
***