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BLOODY HORIZON CHAPTER SEVENTY TWO
°°° A God Somewhere Out There °°° • Philadelphia, PA • -Crest Care Hospital- The hospital was unusually busy this evening. There had been a shootout at a park on the outskirts of Oak Lane, and a couple people were caught in the crossfire. According to bloggers and an unofficial news source that did not filter the news as the government and those in power would like, the shoot-out was between the 19th street gang and the Orange Wing of the White Cross. The White Cross were initially a wild gang like the 19th Street Gang and ninety to ninety-five percent of the illegal world families in Philadelphia, but they began to grow into a secret organization, and the "once a thief, always a thief" saying was proven by them. They were made of wild fellows who were used to leading wild lives in the open, people who were not all too pleased when the street and people no longer feared them, so little by little, the secret family became not so secret anymore. Everyone and anyone who du
BLOODY HORIZON CHAPTER SEVENTY THREE
°°° Death for Life °°° • Central City, Philadelphia • -Colonel Jennifer’s Residence- Saturday morning, sitting at the dining table after her breakfast, Colonel Jennifer, with her shoulder-length black hair and a patch of gray hairs above her right eyebrows packed into a bun, had her blue eyes focused on the wall clock in expectantly. This was her usual routine whenever she had a meeting to attend, especially when she was the one summoning. She had to be on time. The clock struck eight thirty, and she picked up the bronze jewelry box beside her, took out a silver ring with an oddly large blue gem that had an alluring radiance to it, and put it on her middle finger. She sighed with a painful tone. The time toll was not something she enjoyed as her own time to live was also cut down each time, but she had to continue anyway. With her continuous contributions to the Order, the Matriarch will officially raise her to the level of an Oracle, and she won’t have to worry about th
BLOODY HORIZON CHAPTER SEVENTY FOUR
°°° Coming Wars °°° • South Oakland, Pittsburgh • -PALower-class condo- Carlos sat in his room in silence. He had requested a meeting directly with the Ancient One himself after escorting Sean to the bus station, but it wasn’t until today that he got a reply. He had kept in touch with Sean and came to the conclusion that Kate’s situation wasn’t getting any better. He felt the strong need to make the Order of Babel understand his love and respect for the Walkers, and had they not fixed the meeting when they did, he knew he would have been fighting the Order right at that moment, or at least what was left of them. Without a sound, he gently got off his bed, walked to his suitcase, and brought out the brown leather cigar case from last time. He took out the one with a darker tint, and with a solemn expression, he lit it. The smoky and sweet aroma of tobacco that permeated the room after he opened the cigar case vanished. It now smelled like flowers, giving off a calming sen
BLOODY HORIZON CHAPTER SEVENTY FIVE
°°° Death Cravings °°° "The Cataclysm Order is responsible?" Black Mist Carlos asked, though it was rhetorical. "Yes, Black Mist. They took notice of the "miracle" and suspected us. We could stop them from worsening Kate’s situation, but that will not do anyone any good. They already suspect Sean as a vessel for the Lord’s descent, and with you yet to provide an alternative, they are right. Should we interfere in anyway, that will be all the confirmation the Cataclysm Order will need to decide to kill Sean. If that happens, Kate’s health will deteriorate, and that is certain. "She will take her life if the Grey Syndrome virus doesn’t do it first," the Ancient One explained, his tone calm and collected. "Our hands are tied, my friend." We need to prepare for the war on the horizon. You can see it too, can’t you? The coming war? As much as I would like to help, the Order needs to focus on preparing for that war. We need to prepare the conditions for the Lord’s descent as well, and alth
BLOODY HORIZON CHAPTER SEVENTY SIX
°°° Little Miss Spy °°° Carlos arrived at his underground study in Philadelphia and hung his gray cloak. He sighed and slumped into the archaic wooden chair closest to him. He frowned and groaned in anger before walking to his cloak to retrieve the items he had been given. He dropped three bottles in the grip of the tentacles of the three-dimensional engraftment of an octopus crawling out of a triangle. He paused and looked at the design built into the table. His scan of the insignia was brief, but in that brief moment, he felt a terrible pain, a mix of shame and regret. Not allowing himself to dwell on it, he looked away and turned his attention to the grimoire. At a glance, his frown became even more obvious. "You dumb fuck… "You didn’t ask the old man for what ritual you will be using," he groaned in frustration and threw the book on the table in anger. "Fuck you, Carlos!" he growled the words. After a minute of growling curses at himself, he sighed and
BLOODY HORIZON CHAPTER SEVENTY SEVEN
°°° Merciful Murderer °°° In the living room turned work-out gym of Lower Nine, Sean Walker, the blonde Emily Anderson, and Lower Four, the one Carlos had tagged as an imposter, was seated on the floor, shivering in fear of the unpredictable man in front of her. She couldn’t understand who or what he was. Sure, from following him around today, it was clear that he was into some mysterious things; he was probably a member of a powerful cult with actual power, but still, she couldn’t understand him. There were no signs, no aura of it. It was almost as if he had hung his occultic powers and aura behind him in the study. "Come on… Let’s not waste my time. "If you are scared that whoever is backing you will kill you if you talk, I can understand, but you also need to know that I can grant you a fate much worse than death," Carlos said still smiling. "Who are you, and what have you done with Emily Anderson?" The blonde Emily kept trembling. She tried to stop herself, but it was as
BLOODY HORIZON CHAPTER SEVENTY EIGHT
°°° Black in Black Mist °°° • South Oakland, Pittsburgh • -Lower-class condo- In the dark basement of the Lower Class Condominium, the flicking candles on an old rusty table went out one after the other as a lady hurriedly grabbed at the lit wicks of burning candles, turning them off. She kept murmuring as she selectively cleared the makeshift altar of some items, leaving others behind. This was Lower Four’s coach, Miss Jameson. "Who the fuck is that fucker though?" How did he know our senses were merged? Is he that powerful? I mean, only mid-oracles and above can discern these things, right? He can’t be that powerful. Can he? Fuck no… I perceived his aura when Emily Anderson was still alive. There was a sign that he was into something unnatural, but it was too weak for me to take note of; there is no way he became that powerful overnight. "It's been barely a week, so that is impossible," she calculated in her head and began walking to the door. "Well, if he couldn’t have gr
BLOODY HORIZON CHAPTER SEVENTY NINE
°°° Power of the Mist °°° "And who said we were done?" Carlos chuckled and stood up from the floor, dusting himself immediately as he stood up. "What the fuck?" Miss Jameson exclaimed with a horrified look."H-How are…" "How am I still standing?" Carlos completed the perplexed woman’s question and smiled. "Well… I’m feeling a bit generous, and you have made my job a lot easier, so I’ll explain. Oh, and you are welcome to try to escape while I talk," he grinned, a look of cruel dominance plastered unto his face."I am known by many names to many people. Carlos Wilson is just my alias at the moment. Now, about my survival: When you tried to grade me based on my aura, you were right. I barely ever release my aura. It is almost always sealed. My aura in its fullness is a weapon of its own self, heh. So, I was barely at Emily Sanders’s level this morning, but... then you two came along. "The thing about my seal is that it will automatically break to defend me if the need be. So basically,
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