This choice: ...an cult's ritual sight." (Angels, demons, pagan spirits, and witches) • Go Back... ...a cult's ritual sight. Shocking to see how the children we rescued bite the hands that fed and raised all these eyes. All I hope is that is all of this could be just a silly phase and not something worst..." The well dressed dwarfish adult made a long sigh as she took a quite long drag of her cigarette. As cherry red rings of smoke got puffed out from faintly wrinkled crimson lips. A part of Carl knew that there was more to what she told, there just had to be. But lives and the peace of Embervillie is paramount over such frivolous details at the moment. Just as he nodded, deciding to approach these threats head on. The clacking of heels shuffling cuts him off as Ms. Bentham was in front of him once again.
Such bravado and valor is remarkable for someone so young! But young man, it would be imperative, paramount even, for me to tell you what exactly you are going to be facing...and who you should be wary of, and if they release her, or avoid it all altogether."
"And who is exactly this?'' Her you've been alluding to all this time?" Carl asked most cautiously, the feeling of dread permeating throughout his veins, freezing his blood with fright.
"Well...she is one of my most prized and rarest members of...my ensemble. She is the leader of the band of the rabble rousers and officially ranked as potential class 1 entity despite being at a young age of fifteen years old. Which makes it harder for us to deal, for she is quite a bit of rebel and hellion if you will. Especially with her dark and edgy persona. Whether she isn't scowling or sulking, she is threatening my workers and guests! The nerve of that girl!"
'A potential Class 1?! Things of those classes would need a team of A rated heroes or one S-rated hero to truly take on and win. Things on that level can make new crayons, pulverize entire mountain ranges, and split the sky! Some can even move entire planets! And this chick has the potential to be one?! ' Such a thought made him sick to his stomach, but the woman continued.
"Worry not, I said that she has the potential of being one. But nonetheless, even if she was, I surely have the means and resources to properly deal with her. Even now, she should be locked away in the time out spot, a specialized bunker that can withstand several hundred nuclear assaults, point blank and still stand stop. But she and her little gang are something you shouldn't take lightly." She concluded, as Carl breathed out. He wasn't fully relieved, but his nerves calmed down quite a bit." With that out of the way, here's a short concise bio on each of them."
" The youngest and certainly not the weakest is Mejo Cebhew, an impish and playful half fairy."
"Caina Crowley, a craven, sickly and mistrusting girl who is the runt of a litter of half-succubi"
"Dana Potters, an annoying ray of sunshine who is a true wicca of the druid variety."
'Lillian Graham, another true wicca, is a classic black witch. She is rather studious and knowledgeable. Not only she is the second in command, but she is considered to be an unofficial potential class 1 not because of might but because of remarkable learning ability and cunning."
" And finally...her, Tatrasiel...a true Nephilim who was not only born from an angel and a human. But the highest and strongest of angels; a Seraphim no less."
With all the information processing in his mind, he slowly entered the tent. The grandmother-like politeness of Ms. Bentham once had all melted away to cold hearted cruelty.
'Dumb brat might catch one or two of them. But he won't be handling them all. But still...he could weaken them enough and make things easier when the real heroes arrive. And I even got an alibi. I can picture it now: A rogue mutant captured after allegedly releasing dangerous creatures from their exhibit. That'll get the damn press off my back until I get everything sort out.' The old woman laughed at the thought as her body changed into her true form and age; a glamorous thirty something woman with blonde hair and purple lips.
Heels clacking on the pavement most ominously..
[Timeskip]
As Carl navigated through the confusing corridors of the tent. It felt like many minutes had passed but the very moment as he both smelt and heard something coming his way. Quickly he turns around and finds himself face to face with....  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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