CH.15: The Creature Wars: Act I

[Cravus]

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Cravus clenched his long black blade - staring at the urn.


Cravus: .... explain.





Charon of Death briefly explains what just transpired here- with the plan to revive The Lords of Darkness to stop The Employer.


Cravus: So, I see. However, as you can firmly surmise that something is off. Tell me- uncle- can you also feel it?


The Darkspade looks down and then up- his response, "Although faint, I do feel something is --woah did you just feel that?!"


All three Creatures stumbled off balance- even if it was for a second.


Charon: What was that?!


Cravus: Look!!! The Urn.... there is a crack formed!!!





Indeed, there was a long, windy crack from top to bottom on one of its sides. Furthermore, the eerie myst from the Urn slowed down to the point of ending..... Then, from seemingly all around them, they could hear the howling of creatures in the distance.... at that point, The Death Family estate technocracy-supported monitoring system fired off as cameras picked up heat-signature movements around the estate's perimeter.... then, turrets could be heard going off like crazy in the distance as though you are in a video game like 7 Days to Die!

The three witnessed flashes of light in the distance as intruders started to infiltrate the estate—and that was when a werewolf sprang up from behind bushes with its claws outstretched, ready to rip heads off. Cravus immediately swings his sword, decapitating the Creature!!!





DS: We... we are under attack!?


Charon: It makes sense now that the Urn is no longer protecting us. The other question is, why are they attacking us? What did we do to them?



All three had their backs to each other- each using their abilities to blast, kill, and decapitate as Creatures emerged from all sides.... after a swing of his sword, Cravus confessed his insights...



Cravus: This HAS to be related to a disturbance—something must have happened to the Lords of Darkness. Packs and truces have been made to prevent this from happening, but since it IS happening, something is seriously wrong!!!

[Mamud]

Then, from a vortex- Mamud enters through it to provide support.

“I don't think this is just us,” Mamud stated as she delivered an uppercut to a creature's chin, getting it air born high enough to grab its feet and wield it like a club into the closest wave of creatures. Once they tumbled into a pile, Mamud opened a vortex underneath them, watching as they were transported elsewhere.

“Either that Urn is pulling them, or the throne is, or this is an all out war with front lines everywhere,” Mamud continued, while offering support to Charon #1 and Cravus as they battled their own hordes.

“These don't seem too much of a threat. Let's take the Urn, and head to someplace we can defend,” Cravus said, while plunging his sword into the guts of a beaked, winged monstrosity, and then charging forward, skewering another 3 beasts onto his blade before lifting them all above his head and using them as a club to take out another 3.

While everyone was fending off hordes, Mamud was fed something strange in her head. She realized that Uncle Howdy had turned against The Undertaker. Mamud explains that was the case with the rest- at first, not believing her- but then, every Creature on the planet heard the laughter of Uncle Howdy simultaneously!! This laughter confirmed suspicions that he had something to do with the chaos.

"Right. Well- that would explain some of this...." sighed Charon #1. “The manor is likely our best place to defend from; let's see if we can herd a bunch of these towards Uncle Howdy. Maybe a tide of canon fodder will be enough to drown him, or make him retreat; we can try to distract him if he's having too easy of a time,” Charon #1 stated, running up a wall and executing a needless flip in slow motion over the heads of friends and foes alike; the flip was perfectly framed by the Manor's security system.

Once inside the manor- the allies devise the plan to enter the ethereal realm to save The Undertaker.... Mamud was reluctant to help- but she promised to protect Kizmat, and this was a dire situation- with that truth- Mamud agreed and sent the allies right into the ethereal realm.

All three allies coordinated their attacks, throwing enemies into Uncle Howdy, or using them as impromptu barriers to push others towards Uncle Howdy. He fought from the throne, smashing foes against the petrified Undertaker, or summoning up his minions to fight along side him. Horrific images drove minds to madness rendering enemies into cowering lumps, space warped into shacks as laughter spilled around the fighters—and Uncle Howdy had no problem in fighting any of the set of enemies. He showed no signs of tiring, or of having a problem defeating the wave after wave of creatures, until whole sections of the manner lay in rubble and piles of groaning, incapacitated fodder lied strewn about the floor.

Slowly over time, Charon #1, Mamud and Cravus were less and less the focus of the fight; the three became a cheering section that encouraged the stronger creatures charging the manner. “Oh look, it's Mocksly!” Mamud shouted. “MOCKSLY!!!” A shirtless creature wearing a leather jacket came charging down towards Uncle Howdy; Uncle Howdy glanced at Mocksley, and suddnely Mocksley began bleeding. Cuts sprung up along Mocksley's face, chest, neck, back, shoulders and elbows—all bleeding profusely from no clear direct injury or cause.

“...is he ok? Is that a disease or something?” Charon #1 asked, looking to see if Uncle Howdy was cutting any other being at a distance. However, Uncle Howdy seemed just as confused as everyone else.

“No that's just his thing. Maybe his powers are kind of blood based? He doesn't do anything with it, he just bleeds all over the place. Hey, we should introduce him to your beau, when he gets back. Seems a great enemy for a vampire. In fact, maybe that's where the blood in that cave came from?” Mamud said. “Anywho, let's get out of here. These are clearly not the heads of any armies; this is a waste of time.”

[DARKSPADE]

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All the while, Darkspade was just watching on, on the sidelines, surprisingly, assessing the situation- he glanced around thinking to himself, "where is Kizmat?"

Darkspade noticed a trail of blood and followed it down to the black hill to a riverbed—the blood stopped there. Then, he saw what appeared to be a woman over a body from the other side of the river. The Unholy One used the shallow stones as steps over the river and came close to the figure—it stood up and turned around very slowly, each movement laden with ominous significance. And once her eyes met Darkspade's, an immediate terror showed on Spade's face.









"... Angel... your black cloak, and you are a red-head now? I can surmise that you are our elusive Employer. Correct?"




Angel grinned.



"Yes. Granddad. It is I"






"What did you do to him?"



Angel of Death circled an unconscious and bloody Kizmat... while gripping her right fist as she starred blankly at him on the cold dirt. She grinned as the plane trembled by her rage.






"I only helped him. What I would like to know, is, what I can do to help you"




Then, from the sidelines, Mamud comes into the picture, shocked, to see Angel- she tried to move forward but couldn't for some strange reason. At that time, Angel looked up at Mamud and squinted her eyes, then looked right back at Darkspade.




"Mamud. Thank you for your service and dedication. You are one of my favorite servants- poor Darkspade- to what is to become of your previous Creatures of the Night. A WAR is erupting as we speak- with The Undertaker gone, your community of fools will have no reason to play by the rules no longer...."