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Ventruevamp's Journal  Still kicking and also go see Watchmen even if you are childish enough to find a penis offensive for some reason. Perhaps the biggest room in the brownstone, the library housed some incredibly rare, expensive, and frightening books the contents of which would upset a great deal of people but which also offered amazing insights into the true workings of the world. As Christina walked in a book which looked like it was bound in leather but she knew she could be wrong flew by her head and landed next to Alex with a heavy thud. He was dressed in a three piece pin striped suit, a wallet chain hanging from his left pocket, his curly black hair a mess and in bad need of a haircut. “You know, you really should get those locks of yours clipped, you should look your best when fighting demon spawn.” Instead of the witty reply that she was expecting she felt a light tap on her bottom and a quick grin as Alex turned around to look at her. “Well, you’re still around so it can’t be that bad. So, what can I do for you I’m in the middle of something?” She walked over to him, glancing over his shoulder to get a better look at the book he was reading. “Well, Dickens didn’t want your dinner to get cold so I told him I would come get you.” “That’s thoughtful of him but I promised Father Sorrento that I would get this done for him soon and that was three days ago.” The look on her face was one of amusement as he mentioned the old Catholic priest. “You, visit a priest, a man who has fought demons actually spends time with a man who has blind faith in one god, seems a little strange to me Alex.” “Not really,” he said as another book this one bound in some strange metal made its way towards his open hand. “After all the things I’ve experienced I know there is a God how one goes about worshipping it isn’t a concern of mine. The Father is actually an accomplished occultist but he’s having difficulties with some creature from the lower planes.” A quick breath escaped Christina’s lips as she ran her hand down her white skirt. Though she herself had never traveled there she knew it was a place to be avoided at all costs. It was the place where true terror lay, where the legions of the Underworld truly held power. “My thoughts exactly, we aren’t dealing with Husks, Hounds of Gygax, or even vampires.” “Vampires,” asked Christina as she played with her pearl necklace and ran her hands through her black roots which were noticeable because of the patch of blonde hair in front which was sticking up. A newspaper landed gently next to her before she could say anything else. The paper which was over twenty years old had a picture of a brutal crime scene. “Dracula was prowling the city streets well over twenty years ago but I’m pretty sure this has nothing to do with him but it is definitely something pretty powerful.” **************************************** The darkness of the warehouse was pierced by a beam of pure white light which hovered over Alex as he walked through the deserted building. The place had seen better times; in fact much of the Fens had seen better times so it was no surprise to him that something was going on here. The police couldn’t be bothered to check every disturbance in the Fens so a few strange lights and noises would draw little attention in this part of town. The first thing he saw as he entered the building was a gigantic summoning circle; crudely drawn it had been used to summon something because he could feel the energy coming off the thing. He cast his light in every direction but the most that he saw was a scurrying rat. Suddenly, a rush of air flew by him and he was barely able to get out of the way of the large winged creature that had attacked him. Raising his left hand and moving it in a circular pattern as his right hand cut across he attempted to snare the creature but it quickly flew back up into the rafters. Taking a risk since he hadn’t gotten a good view of his attacker Alex began to speak in a language that hadn’t been spoken on Earth since before the Tower of Babel was built. His words were crisp and clear and he hoped that to a creature such as the one above him offensive. In a roar of fury the building shook as the winged beast made its way from the rafters and landed in front of Alex. Once it would have been called beautiful but now its otherworldly glow was tarnished and its once brilliant white wings were a horrible burnt color. “You dare to mock me mortal,” it screeched in a high pitched tone. “You dare to remind me of what I once was and to what depths I have fallen. I was once a member of the Seraphim, I led my own Host and was seated at the foot of the Creator but I rebelled and was cast down.” As he had expected Alex was confronted with one of The Fallen, one of the angels who had backed the wrong side in the last war of the Heavens. With a quick flick of his wrist Alex shot a burst of flame toward the creature. The winged monstrosity only laughed as the flames caressed it. “Fool, I am a creature of the Abyss now, flames can’t harm me.” The creature took a quick breath and released a stream of flame at Alex which was exactly what he had hoped for. Throwing his hands up in a defensive gesture the flames seemed to disappear into Alex quickly he made a circular motion and a burst of cold struck the demon in the chest. Sitting at the small table in the kitchen of the brownstone Alex took a bite of the lasagna that Dickens had left for him in the oven. The kitchen light turned on and Alex looked up and saw Christina. “You smell awful, brimstone has never been a turn on for anyone you know.” Poor Wonder Woman O Rly Comic geek at their finest Tempted Current music: Muse - Time is Running Out. Interesting Current music: Muse - Time is Running Out.   Which Illuminati are you?  The Network: You are the Voice of World Control.Fnord. Take this quiz!  Quizilla | Join | Make A Quiz | More Quizzes | Grab Code I haven't typed in this thing in awhile and little has changed. Though, I have landed a what could be steady writing job with a small press roleplaying company though it won't pay the bills but it is a start. As well, I'm going to be part of the journalism class that the Standard Times is offering and that could lead to work as well. I'm looking forward to California and it feels kind of weird. It will be nice to see a different coast, as well as the fact that I will get to karaoke some Bryan Adams at Matt's wedding. I've been in a really big fantasy mood and I think it has to do with the fact that I've been playing Battle for Middle-earth II and so I think once I'm done with It's Superman I may reread the first A Song of Ice and Fire book. Sopranos on Sunday, good times. Well, chinese food calls so I am off. Current mood:  blah.Current music: The Streets - When You Wasn't Famous. |
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