°°° Setting Up °°° In the well-lit underground study, Carlos sat at the study table that was a gateway to another "world," studying the Grimoire before him. Despite his heightened senses and mental activity, he had been studying for over an hour and hadn’t been able to finish up. This was partly because he would occasionally get distracted by the rituals he didn’t need and duplicate them, planning to use them for himself. Like the Ancient One had said, a war was brewing, and he was also planning to officially rebuild his "cult," as everyone was calling it. Having a few of these spells and rituals with him, he could also train some of his future offspring in this light; he could raise an army of warrior mages. He had to duplicate them immediately after he noticed them because it was expected of him to return the grimoire the moment he was done with it. The Order of Babel was definitely watching over Kate, and after he succeeds in undoing whatever was done to he
°°° Taste of Death °°° • Carlos Wilson’s Underground Study • In his study that once smelled like old parchment and wood, the Black Death scholar Carlos Wilson held back his urge to puke as the stench of rotten fruit and sewage took over the room. He had turned off all the light sources, turning the study into a dark space. Following the contents of the page, he created ragged, asymmetrical diamond shapes in-between the double circles of black powder with the same powder, placing them at the approximate north, south, east, and west sides of the double circles. According to the Grimoire, the black powder of crushed dragon bones and scales wasn’t just for containment. Apparently, it was also to appease and attract the attention of the entity he was about to call upon, as it produced a smell only this entity could perceive. After adding the blackish liquid he had put in the middle of the double circles to the center points of the asymmetrical diamond shapes and after
°°° Uncharacteristic °°° In his underground study, Carlos Wilson sat in a high-back chair, his thoughts focused on one thing. Helping Kate. It was already half past two. He knew that he needed to be quick about whatever he was going to do if he really wanted Sean to participate in the triple threat match. He had spent quite some time trying to recuperate from almost losing his life to save a life, and one thing was certain: he was fragile, extremely fragile, at the moment. "This won’t end well," he sighed as he thought. "My heart was damaged by that power channeling ritual." The slightest of exertions beyond my present limit might lead to something fatal. I can’t seem to even figure out what that limit is, too. This is terribly bad. And with me trying to give life, this could end in the disaster of both of us dying. I’m not a magician who can heal her or create a healing potion. Healing her will cost me directly, and with my present condition, it’ll be extremely cos
°°° Diversion °°° • Central City, Philadelphia • -Colonel Jennifer’s Residence- Sitting in the comfort of an arm chair in her bedroom, the Colonel and newly and officially appointed Oracle had her ears covered with ear muffs. Having just ascended, officially, to the class of an oracle, Colonel Jennifer Moretti was yet to get her body conditions completely under check. Her senses were almost literally all over the place. Although she was able to get most of it under control, her ears were still going crazy, hearing anything and everything within a kilometer radius. Although focusing her abilities on a single point on the outskirts of that radius helped to reduce the noise, some other sounds managed to squeeze into her ears. The muffs were to help with blocking out the sudden, ear piercing sounds that filtered in on their own accord. Taking deep and calm breaths, the kilometer radius slowly dropped. Finally she found a little peace and comfort, and a smile found it’s way
°°° Ambush °°° At seven thirty in the evening, Sean and Karen walked down the street hand in hand. Under the illumination of the street lights, Sean’s once lusterless blue eyes regained their vibrance. He smiled with contentment and joy. With his mom’s condition rapidly turning for the better, he could now return to his plans for the future. Carlos had told him he would arrive town later that night, and the next morning they’d be on the first available flight back to Pittsburgh for the triple threat match, which was set for midday the following day. As they passed through the almost empty Kemble Park, with only a few youths playing some late-night basketball, Sean began to think about his plans and his current financial status. The third round battle of the Domain of Warriors tournament, the Inner Ring, had raised him by four thousand dollars for participating, and after he won, an extra six thousand dollars had been added to his prize, summing up to
°°° Blood Pool°°° • Kengle Park, Oak Lane, Philadelphia • Raising his head, Sean saw the hooded fellow, Jay, holding a knife, stabbing at the same spot he had just left. If he had been a second slower, he might have been stabbed multiple times in the back. Injuries from blunt attacks like the brass knuckles and the wooden bat, he could take and survive; with the dagger in play, he had to be weary of Jay. After his boastful comment about their trump card, the teen with the brass knuckles, Henry, scoffed and ran at Sean. Maintaining his unclenched fists in the air, Sean widened his feet, firming his stance as he awaited his assailant. In seconds, Henry was at striking distance and threw his fists at Sean’s torso, aiming for the sides, but Sean blocked and parried each hit with his cupped palms, until Henry suddenly spun on the balls of his feet, sending his elbow into Sean’s chest, forcing the young lad to stagger backwards. "You look surprised, Bull’s Bane!" Henry chuc
°°° Authority and Mystery °°° • Crest Care Hospital Philadelphia • "Thank you, miss Karen," a female cop said and placed her pen in her pocket. "Everything will be just fine," the lady said and patted the amber-haired Karen. They were seated in the reception area of the hospital, and like earlier, it was still busy with nurses and visitors. It was already a couple minutes past nine at night. They had arrived over an hour ago, but Karen was taken to be checked for her medical and mental health evaluation before the cops were allowed to take her statement, a process that took a while longer than was necessary but was expected of a girl who was facing the trauma of witnessing a violent mugging, witnessing a murder, the trauma of also being shot at, and the trauma and heartbreak of her boyfriend battling for his life after suffering multiple bullet wounds trying to save her. She blanked out, getting lost in her thoughts every now and then, before she finally got a hold
°°° Blame °°° Back inside the hospital, Colonel William had gotten a room allotted to his daughter, quite literally renting it. He sat in the bed with her, allowing her to rest her head on his shoulders and clench his surprisingly muscular arm tightly. The Colonel was casually dressed, wearing black men’s joggers and a white long-sleeved shirt that helped express his muscular structure. Other than the patch of white hair above his right brow, the rest were a glistening black. He stroked her hair gently with a frown on his face, as he was consumed by his thoughts. "Come on, baby," he suddenly said, breaking the silence. "… let’s go home. Kelly would be worried. "What? No… I’m… "I'm not leaving here without Sean," she replied, shaking her head and letting go of his arm. "Come on, Beasty. You staying here won’t do you any good. "You need to take a proper bath, have a proper dinner, and get some good rest," the Colonel replied as she folded her hands. "I am not leaving Sean."