'Hey witch girl,' the monster called at her, turning his blood splattered face to give her the cruelest smile she had ever seen. 'Do you know any spells for reading this guy's mind?' His right hand dragged up the brutalized lump of breathing flesh that was the Rougarou, without a single care for the disgusting squelch it made nor the agonized wheezes that came from the creature. Even from where she stood, she could see where its slashed abdomen struggled to hold back its innards from spilling out all over the ground. It took a conscious effort on her part to avoid throwing up the contents of her stomach at the sight. Her ears picked up the inhumane laughter of the monster as he mocked her. Did he think she was like him? That she was as evil as that? The scene changed. She didn't know how but she was aware of what had happened. The iron tight grip around her
September 14, 2022, 1:37 pm, Starlight Central Academy, Literature Class. The bell rang thirty minutes later and a cacophony of noise filled the class as the need to remain quiet disappeared with the end of the lecture. As students began to make their way out of the hall, two girls moved instead to the left wing of the classroom where two other individuals awaited them. "You can't tell me that you don't at least find him a little bit attractive?" Mia sighed and turned to shoot Melanie a dry look. "It doesn't matter whether he's cute or not. I'm telling you, there's something seriously wrong about those guys." "Oh come on Mia, they're perfectly fine," Melanie said with an exaggerated roll of her eyes. Then she paused to tap one well manicured finger on her full lips thoughtfully. "Well, at least most of them are. That one guy just gives off total weirdo vibes. But the rest a
September 14th, 11:45pm, The Vatican City, An undisclosed location beneath St Peter's Basilica... The Holy Catholic Church was perhaps one of the most powerful yet controversial organizations to have ever existed in the history of mankind. Its history was both marred by atrocities committed by leaders in the centuries past and scandals that surrounded so many of its clergy in the modern day, as well as brightened by the wonderful fruits its faithful had brought upon the world throughout its existence. There were few aspects of modern day society that weren't affected even a little by the theologies, doctrines and ideologies of the Church. It existed practically everywhere, with ties to just about every major group in the modern world. That applied both to the normal, mundane world that most humans dwelled in and the darker, supernatural world that was filled with existences that ought not
September 14th, 11:58 pm, The Vatican City, St Peter's Basilica. The owner of the hoarse voice, Fr Josef Costa was a sixty something year old man with a balding head and bushy eyebrows and a slight moustache that was filled with gray hairs much like the situation atop his scalp. He wore a dark blue cassock and a royal purple stole that depicted his status as a Cardinal. His eyes were small but filled with a clarity and intelligence that reflected the knowledge his age had given him. The old man gave Vincent an unreadable look before shifting his dark eyes to the still seething Fr Enzo. "And you, have you lost all sense of empathy? Creatures of the night or not, those deceased were no less individuals than you and I. Do not spit on the face of their families and friends by disrespecting their passing." For a second it seemed as if Enzo was about to let the older man, though not by much, have a piece of his mind. But in a flash the expression on the man's face suddenly swit
"Before the creation of the Exorcist Project, the Hunters had served as the Council's primary attack force. Back then, while the paladins had fought the threats we could see, the Hunters battled the unseen evil that threatened to consume the world of old." The priest paused momentarily to decide how best to arrange his words. "I cannot tell you yet the exact details of that story." Vincent raised an eyebrow at that but the old man merely gave him a sideways glance. "Don't give me that look. You know very well how these things work." Vincent did indeed understand. Which was why he remained silent and let the man continue at his own pace. "Due to certain classified circumstances, a few of the less righteous members of the clergy were able to obtain some information on a subject that possessed... extremely powerful regenerative capabilities." 'Regenerative abilities?' Vincent repeated in hi
September 15th, 12:15 AM Starlight Bay, Somewhere within Starlight Forest... The pale white glow of the half moon shone down on the beautiful city of Starlight Bay. Even at this late hour, the city was still dotted with brilliant and often multicolored lights that illuminated the night sky. The air was cold enough that most people out in the streets had to wear jackets to block out the chill as they went about their businesses. But while some people slept, and some people indulged themselves in all manner of activities, in the woodlands that formed a natural border around the city, a fierce battle raged on... Both figures blurred back and forth. Their blades clashed loudly, hardened metal against crystallized blood, each time releasing showers of bright sparks into the air. The fight had been going on for over five minutes and Alaric had to admit that he had t
September 17th, 1:35 PM, Starlight Central Academy, Veronica's room in the dormitory assigned to the Vampires. Two days. It had been two days since the counter strike orchestrated by Alaric Dorerra on the assassin that had been responsible for the deaths of multiple members of the vampire faction in this academy. And in those two days Veronica had managed to find absolutely nothing on the person or persons who were responsible for the grievous crimes committed against her people. The memory of that night was still very clear in her head. She had been on her way to her scheduled feeding session at the time. It was something that most of the upper class Nobles in the academy did both to save face and to avoid the stress and risk involved in hunting normal humans. An arrangement of equivalent exchange between the vampire and the blood donor that benefited both parties. Veron
September 17th, 4:15 PM, Starlight Central Academy, The Magic Brew Cafe. Bliss. That was the only word that could accurately describe the current state of mind of Mia Delgado as she let herself lean back on her end of the plush long seat that was in each of the booths of the Magic Brew Café. Her long brown overcoat covered her almost like a blanket and she drew it around herself like it was one. There was a cup of steaming hot chocolate in her hands as she stared out the window to watch the beautiful evening sunset. The Magic Brew Café was one of the most popular spots among the student body of SCA. A big reason for that beyond the amazing food and service was the fact that the café was built at the top of a three storey building that stood on a small land elevation that looked over the western part of the Starlight Woods. For the fi