{13/09/08, Crowleys Gentlemans Club, Steel Canyon}
Crowleys is an establishment whose long history was seeped in both mystery, and scandalous rumours. The club founded in 1908, and named after the infamous occultist Aleister Crowley, immediately attracted many of Paragons rich elite into its membership. As well as the constant rumours of the club hosting extravagant debauched parties, it is also speculated more sinister supernatural activities were carried out behind closed doors. However despite its chequered history, the club still to this day can count a large number of Paragons most wealthy, and influential citizens amongst its membership.
Sat in his favourite black leather armchair in front of Da Vincis Madonna with the Yarnwinder, one of the clubs prize paintings, was the enigmatic Romanov.
While the rest of the club patrons waffled and bragged while drinking glasses of port, or smoked large expensive cigars, Romanov sat silently locked deep in his own thought.
Penny for them! came a soft, almost musical female voice from behind him.
A handsome sum considering youd normally just tear them from most peoples minds.
But then you are not most people are you Mr. Romanov.
Romanov saw the reflection of the person speaking to him in the polished silver ashtray next to his chair. Standing not far behind him was a white haired, pale skinned, elfin looking woman dressed in a fashionable all black business suit carrying a tatty leather-bound book. Although her stylish dark glasses hid her milky white eyeballs as well as the star-like tattoo around her left eye Romanov knew they were there as hed seen them on several earlier occasions. He was also fully aware that her right arm was an intricately inscribed prosthetic underneath her suit sleeve, and black leather glove.
He turned to look at her, deliberately avoiding looking at the tatty leather-bound book.
Im assuming theres a reason for this interruption, Peddler. Something that you are expecting me to buy perhaps?
Mr. Romanov you forget I often know what a customer wants before they do themselves, she replied. However on this occasion I am not selling. This is a gift.
A gift, he said, a statement not a question. There were countless proverbs about being wary of gifts. The only question was why she was giving it to him.
He took the book. It was cold in his hand. A spell book?
A technical manual, replied the Peddler.
Romanov opened it and casually flicked through the yellowing pages. Inside there was pages of hand drawn schematics, and notes on what was truly an incredible device. The dark potential excited him but his handsome, predatory face remained impassive.
A gift you say?
The Peddler gave a little smile, pleased shed piqued Romanovs interest.
Yes a gift, although the book is nothing more than interesting reading material without the relevant artefacts needed to construct the machine.
Indeed. And do you have the artefacts? Romanov asked calmly so as not to betray any hint of the excitement he felt about what had fallen into his hands.
I can lay my hands on one of them. Im sure a man of your resources and ability can procure the others.
I believe youre correct. If such an endeavour was worthwhile. And this item you say you can acquire?
Crowleys Eye, and before you ask, no its not here. I only came here because it was a convenient place to find you. I do however appreciate the irony about the clubs name.
Romanov ignored the comment and continued to look at the book.
I see. So now your motive is revealed. I take it that you are not planning to just hand over the eye as a gift as well. So, lets cut to the chase, girl, what do you want for it?
The Peddler sat in a chair next to Romanov and leant forward.
I want Eso-Tech, and a place amongst those with the power, and vision to steer our world in a better direction.
Romanov raised an eyebrow at her boldness. Eso-Tech was the techno-magical company for which the Peddler served as its main sales representative, and sometimes trouble-shooter. She obviously had issues with the way it was currently being run. As for her wanting to help steer the world in a better direction, he had no doubt her intentions wasnt as altruistic as they sounded. He was certain shed somehow found out about the League of Righteous Destroyers and wanted a place amongst them.
So lets talk hypothetically for a moment, Peddler, said Romanov. Lets imagine a scenario in which someone were to support you in a hostile takeover of Eso-Tech, as well as facilitate the introductions needed to help you, as you say, steer our world in a better direction. Then you would deliver the Eye to that
benefactor?
Yes, thats the deal, replied the Peddler.
Romanov smiled, distracting the young woman from the darkness in his eyes. Let me order you a drink, we have much to discuss
Somewhere on the Liberty Isles, a tall, thin man walked through possibly the most exquisite rose gardens in Europe. Even in the October sun, the roses bloomed, filling the gardens with a sweet, almost heady smell. All this was lost on the man though, who in his long crimson robes, barely even registered the scent. Visitors to the monasterys garden may well have believed that his lack of appreciation was due to being exposed to the smell daily however they werent to know that he neither registered the heat of the sun or the feel of his fine robes as he walked. In fact, most physical sensations were lost on Lord Erebus. Such is the curse of those of forcibly extended lifespans.
Despite his supposed immortality, Erebus looked in good health, a slender man somewhere in his mid to late thirties. But then, this was to be expected as he had consumed the soul of one of his acolytes only yesterday morning. It would be another day before his body began to fall into the rotting, decripid state that it did without his regular diet of human souls.
The monastery was located on the slopes of the volcano that dominated the skyline of the Liberty Isles, built only recently under Erebus instruction. Six months since his arrival on the Isles, his cult of the volcano spirits was thriving. Once a place of moderate agnosticism, Erebus had been able to placate the spirits of the volcano by initiating a new movement that brought the population back into ancestor worship and animism. Assuming the guise of enigmatic preacher Victor Blake, he had built up a successful hold on the hearts and minds of the populace while maintaining a steady flow of sacrifices to the flames of the volcano. Only a few knew of the spilt blood that ensured that the fire spirits did not rain fire upon the isles. Even less knew of where people disappeared to when they were called to a private conference in Father Blakes offices. One such person, one of Erebus more trusted acolytes, now approached.
Father Blake? asked the man, holding out a document in front of him. The Enclave believed that you should see this.
Erebus took the document and briefly scanned its contents. The Enclave was his inner circle, a group of twelve mystics whose job was to do watch the world, magical or otherwise.
This is an interesting turn of events, muttered Erebus. He turned briefly to look at the end of the garden, where a slender woman dressed in white seemed to be trying to catch one of the butterflies that frequented the garden. I was aware of one such event recently, but this is most surprising. Tell the Enclave to keep an eye on these matters and update me regularly. I will be curious to see what this portends.
Yes Father, replied the man, before turning and walking back towards the monastery building. Erebus gaze went back to the woman. Having stopped jumping around, one of the butterflies hand landed on her pale hand, much to her excitement. Peering at it briefly, she then grabbed it and tore its wings off, giggling slightly as she did so.
Yes, repeated Erebus, very curious indeed.
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Villa Palm, Liberty Islands
Slowly the sun came up... in a comfortable chair on the veranda of Villa Palm set the current owner. In her hand what seemed to be a Bloody Mary. She looked through the glass doors into her bedroom. On her bed slept a handsome black man.
The last months had been fruitful for Elizabeth Báthory. She had of course knowledge of the coming takeover of power. General Buku was slowly outliving his usefulness so she was already entrancing new men in power. Her eyes eventually fell on Andreas Armistead, the youngest head of security the Liberty Islands ever had. Presidents come and go... but the influence on this level would stay.
So when Buku was doing his best to get re-elected... she spend most of her time in bed with her new boy-toy. Meanwhile the scientists of the Court of the Blood Countess where working hard to build secret interfaces with the now well known weapon systems and communication network of the Liberty Islands. Elizabeth already knew every password and weapon base there was. So using these codes to build-in her own access before someone could change them was simply the next step. This was just her way to keep the control that could have become lost when the Hatesman left the League of Righteous Destroyers.
Softly smiling she sipped her drink. Buku had lost as was planned... and he was now living in an expensive home in Liberty City. She had been there a few times but the oaf made her sick as usual. And now she didn't need him anymore.
She walked up into the forest surrounding the villa. A young man came to wards her. He was a local gang leader listening to the name of David Jackson, and a shriveling drug addict too.
"Mistress, you promised me immortality... Please tell me what to do?"
Elizabeth smiled... for a moment the visage of her human guise of Elizabeth Thábyro faded for a second and her fangs where easily visible. She had no intentions to ever make this idiot a vampire, but as long as he was one of the want-to-be's he was very loyal and useful indeed.
"I have a task for you yes... our beloved ex-president is going to this club tonight." She gave him an adress... "See to it that Buku gets an 'accident'."
The man looked almost ecstatic with pleasure... "Yes mistress... he is dead already!", he said holding the address like it was a priceless artifact. He kissed her hand and left into the dark of the forest.
Elizabeth took another sip of her Bloody Mary before returning to her lover. Yes, it has been a fruitful month indeed.
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Seemingly as deep beneath the ground as the shining towers of Steel Canyon were high above it, dark energy swirled like a circling beast of prey in Romanovs inner sanctum.
A great altar had been hewn from the rock atop a plinth in the centre of the cathedral sized chamber. Beneath was only darkness and the echoing screams of those things that should not draw breath outside of nightmares.
Here was one of the correspondence points between dimensions. Of light and dark. Of the familiar and the other. Here all things seemed possible to those willing to pay sacrifice to the shadows.
Romanov was suspended in the charged air above the altar. A dark cruciform. A robe flittering around his rigid body like ravens wings. His eyes as black as the snaking mists that swarmed hungrily around him.
And those dark eyes saw into the heart of the abyss. Saw the signs of the coming storm. The clumsy footprint of that oafish boy scout Britanic that called to the foulest denizens of the dark like a dinner bell.
The mages daughter Xenia Romanov stood silently at the ornately carved stone entrance to the chamber. Even now she still would not look the zombies on guard in the eyes. The dead eyes she could feel assessing her status as a threat. Or a meal.
Romanov lowered to the stone plinth and the darkness lifted from his eyes. Why have disturbed me, Xenia?
He motioned with his hand and dozens of hunks of crumbling rock rose from the shadows to create a bridge between the plinth and the entrance.
Xenia walked towards him. I have a report from Level 6. They are sensing further anomalies in the barriers between
Romanov showed no emotion. I am well aware of what is happening, daughter. The day I rely on reports from Level 6 regarding the netherworld I may as well simply wait for the news to come via Google alert. He looked at her. And what news from MAGI?
Xenia fingered the hem of her tailored jacket. They brought Britanic in for a debriefing. They are starting to put the pieces together. I think they will soon call in more of their experts to study the
problem.
Romanov smiled. Then we should make sure they have a problem on a scale worthy of them. Leave me now.
As Xenia had to run the last few steps across the bridge to make way for a cloaked figure that radiated death and terror.
The figure came to a halt before Romanov. A hood cast a shadow over its face; rotting teeth the only points of light in its dark visage. Master, is said in a voice that sounded like a crypt door being closed.
Go to the LoRDs and call them here, said Romanov. Our time is at hand.
Master, repeated the figure before breaking apart into a murder of crows that dissipated in the darkness.
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Lord Erebus had been eating dinner. Or at least, he had been creating the illusion that he was eating dinner. Sitting with five of the Liberty Isles most prominent public figures, hed done his best to be entertaining, as was the job of someone in such high regard as Father Blake. His mealtime though had been disturbed when the woman in the white dress stumbled in through the door to the dining room, looking somewhat annoyed. Not wanting their conversation to be heard by the visiting dignitaries, he followed her into the drawing room.
My dear, you look quite perturbed, he said in his whispering voice.
I am, replied the woman. I was out picking roses when this thing came at me. Said that it needed to speak with you. The real you that is.
Thing? asked Erebus patiently.
Yes thing! replied the woman, annoyed. All black and ugly. It was most horrid. I would have melted its face off if it wasnt already dead and stinky. She stuck her bottom lip out like an unhappy child.
Dead you say? pondered Erebus. That narrowed it down somewhat. He made a decision. My dear, why dont you go and play with some of the prisoners in the Citadel, I know you enjoy that. Her face lit up suddenly and she let out a small squeal of delight. But first, tell Felix to make my apologies to the guests and make sure they are escorted out when they have finished dinner. Matters of state are at hand. Can I trust you with that?
The girl lowered her head and smiled coyly, swinging her shoulders, her hands clasped in front of her. Of course.
Erebus smiled like a proud parent. And then he vanished.
Ten minutes later, Lord Erebus was walking through the chambers of Romanovs inner sanctum, his scarlet robes of state rustling about him. It almost amused him that for a man stricken by a god, he played a priest rather well. A rotting servant showed him into the room where his host awaited.
Your messengers smell more every day, he stated, attempting a joke. There are matters to discuss?
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Romanov nodded to Erebus.
I think it fair to say that over the past few months we have begun to get a measure of one anothers abilities so I will not insult you by asking if you have sensed the disturbances in the netherworld. Or to be precise the membrane between the world of shadows and that that which the cattle would cling to as reality.
He turned and walked along the stone floor towards the altar. And by the same token I will not insult you by extending my hospitality to you in the form of food and drink. He picked up the leather bound book that Peddler had given him that now lay on the altar. Handing it to Erebus, he added: I think you will find this much more to your taste, Lord Erebus. Why dont you digest it while we wait for the Countess.
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Darkness prevailed in the Arachnos base. The only source of light being the monitor that glared and flickered in the Dusk Spider's workshop, diagnostics and test results spread across the screen. The screen was blocked out for a second, and the rest of the room plunged into darkness. The rest of the dark room was of no interest to Walter Steamworth as he quickly scanned the results and made ammendments to his latest device. It was almost finished. Soon he'd need actual subjects, rather than simulations.
He sniffed the air briefly, before turning back to his work.
"What do you want?" he said to the all encompassing darkness.
"Master Romanov wishes to speak with you." If the silhouette moved, Walter didn't see it as he made an adjustment to his machinery.
"What the devil would he want with me?" he replied, glancing slightly at the shape that he could barely make out. Even with his monocle switched to night vision.
"You are to meet with him. He has important information. He is expecting you."
The room fell silent save for the clink of metal on metal as Walter made a few more adjustments.
"I have no dealings with those who deal with the dead."
"Master Romanov wishes to speak with you." the shape repeated.
Walter sighed. It was reasons like this that he didn't bother with the organic. Dead or alive. There was silence again, until a sudden gush of steam was heard and a robotic voice droned into the darkness. "Yay or nay?"
A switch was pulled down by Walter's robotic hand, and the room was flooded with harsh, bright light.
The light glinted off the metal of Jeeves' armour as he stood behind the black robed figure, his plasma cannon pressed against the back of its head. Another vent opened and steam burst out of him.
Walter paused, listening to the rasping breath of the undead entity before him. He shook his head.
"No. Don't bother. Look up all information on one Alexander Romanov."
A disappointed sound came from Jeeves, but he lowered the cannon and began searching. Information began entering Walter's brain, and he watched the cloaked figure as it stood before him.
Finally he nodded to Jeeves. The flow of information stopped.
"I'll go." he said, adjusting his top hat on his head. "But tell your 'master' to next time send something a rather more alive. I just do not have the time to be dealing with flesh golems."
He ran a hand over his soon-to-be-completed machine distractedly, before looking up at the creature.
"When am I expected."
The cloaked creature told him, and the lights flickered and died for a second, returning again a second later with the creature gone.
Walter turned back to his work. He waved a dismissive hand at Jeeves "Make the preparations."
The machine glared at Walter's back, before stomping off to do as it was told. It carried on imagining blowing off the dark creatures head as it left, and chuckled slightly.
Night had fallen over the Liberty Islands. But at the coast there was a lot of commotion still. A fund-raiser was being held by the wife of the minister of finance. The goal was to raise money to build a new school for children in Closoire, the poor part of the city. A big part of the country its rich and famous where invited.
And so was Elizabeth Báthory in her guise as Elizabeth Thábyro. She was wearing a blood-red gown keeping her shoulders bare. On her neck she wore a mid-evil golden necklace with a pendant holding a red stone. She was holding a hand bag matching the color of her dress in one hand and a bloody Mary in the other.
Elizabeth
, a female voice called out. Elizabeth looked up and saw the new president Rashme Nasri walk towards her. I didnt expected you to be here
with the sad news I read yesterday. I know Buku and I never agreed much but to be assaulted and killed like that. No-one deserves that. Not even the man who has been known as dictator. Please be assured the police do whatever they can to find the killer! Rashme looked sad, worried and a bit surprised. The latter maybe because of finding Elizabeth in a red gown at a party only a day after her lover died so horribly.
Thank you Rashme., Elizabeth replied. I am sure justice will prevail. She sipped some of her drink and looked at the giant screen showing the raised money for the evening. Talking about justice
She walked towards the box and opened her hand bag taking out a gold inlayed wallet. Elizabeth placed some money in the box and the numbers on the screen went up a few thousand Liberté Dollars. Its for the poor and sick children.
But what is the new president doing here?
Rashme picked a white wine from a tray
The one organising this is an old friend of my late father. I just had to show up when I saw the invitation.
Suddenly Elizabeth looked up as if she heard a voice
Anything wrong dear?, Rashme asked. Eh
no
everything is fine. Would you excuse me, please?, Elizabeth replied. She gave Rashme two kisses on the cheeks to say good-bye.
Then without waiting for the answer she walked towards the beach
her smile fading a bit and looking more serious she looked up. Trying to find where it came from. Then on one of the small fishing boats she saw it
A dead almost decomposing bird was tilting its head towards the vampire queen. How cute., Elizabeth whispered. I guess you come from Alexander.
Master Romanov wishes to meet you tonight
tonight
, the undead bird said.
Tonight
well
then I better hurry., she spoke to herself with a sarcastic tone. She kissed the bird showing maybe even more feeling then the good-bye kisses she had just given to Rashme and walked to the parking. Her driver jumped up to open the door of the black Rolls. Home, Immortal mistress?, the Japanese asked. Home!
Back at villa Palm she entered her chamber of shadows. For a moment she stood admiring her enchanted mirror. She had it moved towards the villa as soon as she could. The space warping enchantments upon it allowed her to travel great distances. Like between The Liberty Islands and her court in Cap Au Diable.
Slowly she started to chant. The surface of the mirror slowly blackened and the reflection of the room faded. To be replaced by a view of the entrance hall of Romanovs inner sanctum. I better go in a bit more official, there are bound to be defences placed., the vampire witch spoke to herself. The image shifted to the desired location and Elizabeth walked towards the mirror
disappearing in it upon entering the surface.
Only minutes later she walked the stone hewed corridors of the Romanov sanctum. One of his undead servants awaited her and led her to the room his master was in. She looked around and saw Lord Erebus and Romanov studying a leather bound book
Any news?!
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Romanov bowed his head. Enchanting as ever, Countess. It is good to see you.
Yes, there is news and much that we need to discuss. But please, refresh yourself before we get down to business..
Two women and a man in crisp white shirts and black trousers crossed the stone bridge to the platform where the three villains were standing. Each had a silver tray; one with champagne flutes filled will blood, another with small white cups containing Tieguanyin tea and the last with a decanter of 100 year aged cognac and glasses.
This is the latest vintage from your blood farm on Liberty, Countess. I hope it meets your approval.
The mage held out his hand before him. He slowly raised it and seven stone thrones grew from the ground like cacti caught with time lapse photography. He took a glass of cognac and took a seat in the new stone circle.
Please, take a seat. As you see are numbers are depleted but I am hoping to rectify that shortly.
But to the task at hand. For almost a century I have been part of a League if you will. One that saw its beginning before recorded time. One that has tried to shape the world and its civilisations. This society of kingmakers, puppet masters and advisors has kept to the shadows. But even within the sanctuary of darkness it found itself locked in an eternal battle for those forces that exist to preserve balance. All its greatest victories tinged with inevitable defeats. And I am left today wondering if anything was truly achieved.
He leaned forward in his chair. But now, as Lord Erebus will confirm, I have within my grasp something that will truly bring about change. And I choose not to share it with the League but with you my friends. You whose ambition and skills equal my own.
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The wind whistled gently across the stone, creating soft and subtle melodies. The Primogen had grown quite accustomed to the cave overlooking the village. He had ensconced himself further in. The deeper parts of the cave allowed no light. There he found a little peace and quiet, save for the melodious wind.
He was meditating silently. The billions of minds that assaulted his own could be heard clearly. Each could be disseminated from the din and listened to. However, the Primogen was not listening to the voices. There was something else that resonated within his perception. A shift, a schism. Something had broken. This he felt quite distinctly.
His tranquility was broken when he detected a presence approaching. His blank eyes opened and he rose to his feet. He made his way through the darkness to the mouth of the cave. He peered out and spotted something in the distant sky. It was more than a mile away, but the Primogen could clearly discern the avian form. But this was no ordinary bird. As the creature approached, the Primogen saw that this bird was an undead raven. A smirk crawled across the ancient vampires mouth.
The bird swooped down and perched upon the outstretched arm of the Primogen. He scrutinised the festering creature, watching the maggots fall from its exposed ribs. He peered deep into its empty eyes. The creature had no mind, yet there was something present within it. It spoke to the Primogen, yet made no sound. The words came from elsewhere and the Primogen heard them in his mind. He was being summoned. The ancient vampire silently agreed and was enveloped in a shroud of darkness. The dark mist dissipated, leaving the cave empty and silent, save for the melodies of the wind.
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"I think we can skip to the heart of the matter," said Erebus, snapping the book shut. "The walls between out worlds are thin at this time of year as any amateur mystic will tell you but I am aware of a peculiar weakness that has occurred. There seems to be an added instability, for what reason I do not know but the walls seem stretched thin and if pushed, may break."
He glanced at the back of his hand absently, noting how the skin had begun to flake away. "I have already witnessed one such event and I suspect that if we were to test these walls further, more such breakthroughs could occur. However, I am sure you are aware of what beings lie beyond these walls and what havoc they could wreak if allowed into our world. This book provides a means to power but in weilding such an artefact, do we attempt to rebuild the walls... or tear them down?"
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Lord Erebus' question was left unanswered for the time being, as at that moment, the portal at the other end of the room shivered.
From it's depths came a robotic, brass clad man, who spewed steam as he walked. The expression on his face gave all the distict impression he was not amused. Following closely behind him came a gigantic robot, emerging from the portal ready for an ambush.
Purposefully striding up the stone steps, Walter Steamworth reached Romanov, glancing at the two others that flanked him as he reached his target.
He looked the man in the eye as Jeeves kept an eye on the other two either side of him, both reading on his scanners as 'dead'. The information was relayed to Walter instantly.
"Romanov." he nodded slightly, watching him intently. "I know that you would not seek me out and send undead messengers into my workshop for the pleasure of my company, so let us get straight to the point. What do you want?"
Walter knew it had been a risk coming, but had decided that if he -was- to be let into Romanov's personal sanctum, perhaps it would be worth listening to what he had to say.
The next few seconds of silence were interupted by a single word from Jeeves to everybody present.
"Yo."
{Meanwhile at the same time at the Observatory , Eso-Tech Headquarters, Nerva Archipelago}
Stood talking in front of the immense techno-magical hybrid machine known to Eso-tech as S.C.R.Y. was the head of security Rook, and the half Fae Eso-Tech sales rep the Peddler.
Looks like your old buddy got the drop on the Jackals again. He managed to clean the clock of a real nasty bugger of a Leprechaun that was tormenting some Midnighter. It wouldnt of been much of an issue but the Jackals had been tracking it for a while now, and we already had a buyer lined up for the little creeps teeth.
The Peddler, far from being amused, glared directly at Rook.
You know damn well hes far from being my buddy. The sooner Big Game dies in a truly horrific accident, or better yet by some suitably excruciatingly painful sexually transmitted disease the happier il be. It was annoying enough when he first resurfaced and started touting the Hyenas name around the Isles again with out him muscling on our raw materials acquisitions too.
Rook raised his hands in a pacifying gesture and curled the corners of his lips into an uneasy smile.
Ok Peddler, dont get your panties in a bunch, I didnt mean to offend you, I ju
Rook didnt finish his sentence. Instead, along with the Peddler , he turned to look towards the bubbling water sounds that came from S.C.R.Y. On top of the strange machine was a jar like container containing a suspended human eye trailing several string like nerve endings. Underneath the jar a dozen needles scratched away on a large swathe of yellowed parchment that was being spewed from the machine. At the same time the eye seemed to be in a fit of frenzied movement as it scanned the parchment being ejected by the body of the machine.
Rook stepped over to the machine and collected up the parchment. On the parchment was a strange sketch depicting a crow feeding a number of worms to a wide jawed snake. In the background several more crows took flight, each bearing a human skull in its talons. Although Rook lacked the knowledge to fully interpret the drawing he knew the snake represented treachery or a traitor, and the skulls
well they were never good news.
I better get this up to the board. It looks like we might have trouble heading our way.
Rook went to make his way to the board room but was stopped by the Peddlers cold metal, rune inscribed prosthetic that clamped down hard onto his shoulder. As he turned to face her, his eyes were suddenly transfixed onto her own milky white orbs. The Peddler started to speak in a slow, deliberate, yet strangely musical tone.
There is no need to bother the board. There is nothing to report.
There is no need to bother the board. There is nothing to report. Rook repeated.
The Peddler reached forward with her free hand and took the parchment sketch. She then looked up to the floating eye that seemed to be watching her.
It would seem Romanov has called together the League to tempt them with Crowleys Text. If all goes well very soon I will have the alliance I need to take control of Eso-Tech. Handing you over should cement my place amongst them.
The eye continued to watch the Peddler almost as if it understood what she was thinking. Meanwhile the Peddler looked away from the eye, and turned to face a standing but seeming comatose Rook.
As for you, I cant afford for the board to get wind of what is going to happen so im sure youll understand if I tear what memory you have regarding this from your mind
not that im giving you any choice on the matter.
A few minutes later Rook awoke from his daze alone, and totally unaware of what had happened. Scratching his head as he left the room he thought to himself.
Hmm Leprecauns
Probably be easier to put the Jackals on a plane to Ireland
As Walter appeared from the portal a dark swirling mist manifested in front of the altar signalling that a shadow crow had brought the final guest; the vampire Primogen.
Romanov nodded to them both. Welcome, both of you. Forgive the sparseness of the hospitality on offer but I think the topic of discussion will soon make up for that. Please, take a drink and be seated.
Walter, you are right to question me so bluntly. I had hoped to reach out to you much more respectfully but we have been presented with an opportunity that is really too good to delay due to proper etiquette. And a Russian and an Englishman appreciate its importance more than anyone."
Romanov gestured to the book Erebus was holding. What we have here is the schematics for a device I thought long gone if it ever existed at all. A device, as Erebus has just said, that can enable its wielders to truly master the power of the dark dimension and unleash it on a world we have all been attempting to conquer in our own fashion for too long.
He looked at the faces of the assembled geniuses and monsters. There are those that would call us evil. But is it so wrong to have ambition? To have vision? And in truth doesnt each of us imagine a world better that the one the sheep value? Take a look around; isnt the age of chaos already here? And what a wondrous new order we could forge together.
That is what I want, Walter. To offer you a chance to bring your vision out of the laboratory and see it grow on a world stripped clean of its mistakes.
And to the rest of you, imagine a world where your power is no longer shackled. Here, in my sanctum, is one of the few places where the two dimensions can coexist. Can you not already feel the limits of your power fading away? Imagine that power being yours in the whole of Paragon City and the Etoile Isles. Imagine the whole of the world.
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The Primogen listened to Romanov's words. He could indeed feel a slow swell of power within him. However this appeared to magnify the billions of voices in his mind. He winced slightly as he became accustomed to the increased noise. As Romanov continued the Primogen could also feel that the strange schism he had felt on the Liberty Isles was far more intense here in Romanov's sanctum. The Primogen then realised that it was not that earths minds seemed louder, it was more voices. These voices were different. They were solemn and racked with anguish. He could hear them through the veil between worlds.
The Primogen squatted to sit, telekinetically pulling a chair under himself.
"Another question that must be asked is do you know what must be known? What lies beyond the barrier? There is a real possibility that none of us are ready for what may come through, despite whatever augmentation we may receive." said the Primogen, his voice seemingly coming from nowhere in particular.
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Elizabeth had been silently watching the new arrivals. She knew the Primogen would be an asset to the League. She had even vouched for him when the issue arose.
But the steam-man was someone she knew nothing of. So she kept a bit to herself. Trusting the defences of Romanov's Inner sanctum.
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Romanov considered the Primogens words before replying.
There are few that could claim to have more knowledge of the netherworld that Lord Erebus and myself. I personally have spent almost a century studying its dark secrets.
He pressed his hands together. But you are correct, no sane being on this earth would make the claim that they could harness the full power of the shadows should they be unleashed. But no being on earth has ever successfully constructed Crowleys device set out in the book Erebus has in his hands. With our arcane knowledge and Walters mechanical skills I am confident, no certain, that we can truly master the darkness and create a new world of our own design.
Romanov held out his fist. A trickle of dark dust fell from his hand like sand in an hourglass. But the one thing the fates have not conspired to bestow on us is time. My source in MAGI has already begun to locate some of the items needed to construct the device. Their true purpose has long been forgotten but it will still be no easy task to obtain them. And the disruption caused by pursuing one may awaken certain minds to the significance of the others. So a distraction is in order.
He turned to Erebus. You have studied this recent disturbances as well as I. Do you believe that a ritual may be performed to enable us to shape their purpose to our own?
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The Primogen had been telekinetically carving a small statuette from a piece of rock while Romanov addressed Erebus. Using the invisible tendrils of his mind he eroded the rock, creating little plumes of dust that flew off and dissipated. He was carving the likeness of a creature he had once seen in a vision long ago.
"The thing about the Netherworld is that there is no one Netherworld. There are many 'dark' realms, each has been called the Netherworld, Hell, Hades or what you will.
Those that have taken a peek beyond the veil often wouldn't be able to tell the difference between one 'dark' realm and the next. They tend to be pretty similar in their gloom. The energies that seep from them often have similar effects on this world. Some realms aren't as threatening as they may seem, and there are others into which the merest glimpse will kill you.
So what I ask you is are you certain that the realm you have studied for the last nine decades is the same one we are dealing with now?" Said the Primogen, placing the finished statuette on the ground.
"Whilst not a realm fatal to look within, there are creatures that dwell there. I can hear them. I hear their voices beyond the veil. They too feel the weakening of the barrier. And they hunger."
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"Hungry they are indeed," pondered Erebus. "I think we can shape this situation to our purpose as long as we are willing to upset the balance somewhat. A tear in the fabric of reality is easy enough to enlarge. At least until it is suitable for our needs. Now, what is it you propose?"
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"Bloody mayhem of course!", Elizabeth answered with a devious smile showing her fangs clearly and an ecstatic look in her eyes. "I myself have used these souls ages ago to re-animate my loyal servants... and I guess these dead beings serving Alex's household are brought about almost the same way. Would it be possible on a scale like this?"
She put down her glass and looked at Romanov... "Is that the kind of distraction you had in mind Alex!?"
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Blood and mayhem will be inescapable consequences of our actions, so you need have no fear on that score, Countess, said Romanov after a few seconds silence.
He turned to Erebus. Yes, we are thinking along the same lines, my friend. We have no need to create what has by fortune already come into being. We simply need to help things on their way. Or rather in the way of our choosing.
He waved his hand towards the Primogens statue. A swirling black mist surrounded it and then was consumed by the rock. The creature came to life and began to claw and snap hungrily at its surroundings. Romanov held out his hand and the creature floated towards him.
Primogen, I hope you will soon come to accept my words without so much doubt and questions. But you are right to raise your concerns.
He held the creature in his fist. I have not just studied this realm. I do not simply have experience of it. I am as close to mastering it as anyone on this earth. He squeezed his fingers crushing the animated stone into dust. And soon we shall all be masters of both dimensions.
He gestured towards the stone altar. A shadow fell across it and then lifted. Now the head of a woman lay at its centre. This woman had the strongest of connections with the dark dimension since birth. She did not exploit that connection to the full in life. But we shall in death."
A wind rose out of nowhere in the chamber. Come, LoRDs, gather to the altar. Let the ritual begin.
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Elizabeth looked back towards the two amoung them who where not magicians or witches. "Walter was the name..? As I understood dear sir. English I hear by you're accent. The name is countess Erzsébet Báthory. I must say I am glad someone with manners filled in the spot left by that idiot of a Hatesman."
She reached out her hand towards Walter.
"Please join us... both of you... A ritual like this needs strong minds to uphold our defences. trust us..."
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Walter stared at the outstretched hand with barely concealed suspicion, his mind quickly calculating the various pros and cons of such an alliance.
His hand reached hers, and he nodded respectfully with a smile "I believe you made the right choice. With all of our... varied skills combined, we shall certainly make a force to be reckoned with." he took his hand back and turned to Romanov
"If you would give me the plans for this device, I will begin work on it immediately. When this matter is out of the way, then I would like to discuss some... details." His suit belched out more fumes as he watched Romanov carefully.
Jeeves anticipated a while without blowing things up, and began to switch to standby mode.
Romanov nodded respectfully to Walter. Of course. Once the ritual is complete we will discuss whatever you wish.
As you will see the plans for the device in Crowleys book are very detailed. You may study them and take notes as you wish, but for the time being I must insist that the book remain here. As you will see, many of the devices parts are specific and it is to recovering them that we must soon turn our attention.
He turned from Walter. But for the moment let us set about our dark enterprise.
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Epilogue to Conquest of the Liberty Islands
Xenia Romanov sat at her desk in the open plan, modern office on floor 42nd floor of the steel and glass monolith in Steel Canyon. Romanov Tower. She wore expensive, designer black, but not because she was comfortable in it or it said something about her personality. Wealth and taste in tailored black was simply the done thing for the daughter of Alexander Romanov. And if she was honest with herself, Xenia would much rather breed horses or study to be a veterinarian than be a cog in the global conglomerate that fronted her fathers league of evil. Or perhaps she would go travelling around the world to find herself. To find out about the woman whose oriental princess features blended with the aristocratic Romanov lines in Xenias 21-year-old face. If things were different, perhaps.
Xenia looked around the office. Most of the staff and executives were watching the large screens on the supporting columns. They were all showing the same program; the Current Affairs Networks special on the rapid political change that had taken place on the distant Liberty Islands. Some of the smart suited men and women knew the significance of the program; those that had had a hand in shaping the events that had been manipulated, abridged and dramatised for the viewing masses.
The program was reaching its conclusion. It relayed the events of the dictator General Buku bowing to international pressure to call an election on the islands. How he and his political rival Hatem Nasri were neck and neck in the polls as they both promised to lead the people from their economic crisis and the military stalemate with the Vanguard base on Black Rock Island. Then the screen displayed a montage of newspaper headlines and shaky hand held footage of an explosion and the ensuing panic. Hatem Nasri had been killed by a terrorists bomb.
Then a beautiful Indian womans face filled the screen. Tears of sadness. A trace of fear. But an inner strength and determination seen in those who rise to a challenge brought on by adversity. Rashme Nasri took her fathers place as leader of the United Freedom Coalition and won the election by a landslide.
The program ended with her first speech as president: Our islands history has had many dark times; but now is the time for us to come together. This is the beginning of our better tomorrow. A tomorrow of prosperity. A tomorrow of understanding. A tomorrow of peace. But first we must live through today. And we ask that our small nation be left to heal. General Bukus army will no longer stand against Vanguard but I, as the fairly elected president of these Islands, ask them to leave. There will be a time when our islands can stand proud with the rest of the word - but not today.
Xenias telephone rang. Caller ID: Rashme Nasri.
Hello, Ms Nasri, she said politely. I trust everything is well on the islands?
Yes, I believe so, replied Rashme Nasri, or voice less certain than that Xenia heard on the television a moment earlier. But there are some matters I would like to discuss with you father.
My father is a very busy man, Ms Nasri. He has dedicated a lot of time to strengthening the Liberty Islands but there are matters closer to home that need his full attention. Is there anything I can help you with?
The President paused. There is some concern in the cabinet about the speed with which League Associated Industries have been building industrial units here. I have tried to explain but
Ms Nasri, our company is trying to help your nation, said Xenia, reading for the company hymn sheet. You yourself know the economic crisis that your country was in. My father and his partners have gone to great efforts to make this investment and it is not without risk. It will be years if ever before our company even begins to recoup the capital we have invested into your nation.
Yes, I understand. But there are other things that I want need to discuss with your father. Personal matters.
Yes, I understand, Ms Nasri. And from one woman to another, I empathise, I really do. And I can tell you honestly that my father cares a great deal for you. She inhaled, trying to believe the lie. But he has made the decision to sacrifice those feelings to allow you to rebuild your nation. There is more at stake here than one man and one woman, and my father feels he must allow your attention to be focused on helping your people. Perhaps in the future things will be different but I hope you understand.
Yes. I understand.
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