Three months has past since the events of the wicked B.N. Goodnight and his army of goons: Lepiota, Hemoglobin, Amanita, and Little White in Peyote. Since then, Russell Madison has became the crime fighter known as Whisper AKA Soul Sleeper who looks homeless man with a rokushakubō. Peyote has then since deemed this new hero as their own on whom they can trust. Although a few look at this homely Soul Sleeper with stares and distrustful eyes.
Taking a much a much needed break as Russell Madison too, the hotel heir worked on expansion in Japan where he visited the folks, Kimodori, and Sasayuki, whom the panda is named in his honor. Now, he is currently in London, England visiting old high school friends and current rock stars, Stellifly band member Hunter Webber, Dani Lite, and his younger sister Starlet whom the billionaire connected with earlier for a briefing before their show.
Dressed in a black navy coat, leather gloves, red and black checker pattern fashion scarf, baby blue under dress shirt, black dress pants and shoes. Russell looked up the grey skies feeling the snow flurry cold chill down his slightly muscular spine while he is reading the local newspaper, hoping his thin dark beard would help him feel warmer, "Well hey there, big shot, almost didn't recognize you." Slamming Russell's bundled back, "with your pinky in the air, reading the paper, and drinking fancy tea," spitting out the beverage, the young man quickly turned around.
"Oh! Hey guys!" Smiling to see it is the rock group, Stellifly.
"Looking all fancy. We heard the good and bad news; sorry." Group leader Dani Lite, 19 years old, peach white skin with dyed bright orange, blonde short spiked hair, thin black eyebrows, and crystal blue eyes.
Each member is wearing their band name in front of their t-shirts, Dani's bright baby blue with white font that the other two is wearing but other colors.
The rock trio hugged the hotel heir and vise virsa, "So what brings you all the way to England?" Question the drummer and younger sister, Starlet, "we are coming back to Peyote next week after finishing up. Couldn't you wait?" address the dyed red hair spiked in the back with black leopard spots, black shirt and jeans shorts, black tears make up, grey contact lens color eyes, multiple ear piercings on both side, nose ring on the left, and 6 inches red lace black boots.
Laughing, the group nudge Russell whom paid his tab at the café, "Well okay, I lied a little," sarcastically each one hackle on the owner of Madison Citadel, who is blushing redder than color Starlet is wearing, "I came here to meet someone Bruce Wayne mention shortly before coming here. His name, John Constantine: Master of the dark arts."
Hunter is only one who express interest. The tan Latino electric guitarist who believes in such a thing. Dress in black rip, chain jeans, Chuck Taylor shoes, black wool beanie covering his shaven buzz hair cut, multiple bracelaces on each arm with one cross on each side, plaid shirt with a leather jacket over it, "Heard his name while we were performing, thought he was just a legend. Why are so interested in him?"
As the lilac contact color lens question the other hover asking why too, "Oh you guys," knowing if they found out he is really Whisper, Russell could endanger his friends, "What do you think of a Aston Martin? I plan on buying it for Aubrey as a thank you gift."
"Aubrey? As in Aubrey Durante?" Dani snorted to himself, "if he doesn't wreck it with his party boy reputation."Each member lives the straight edge lifestyle "I think we remember his behavior quite well. So did he ever become an actor or model like he wanted?"
Quickly to defend his best friend, Russell cut off his friend from West Peyote, "Dani, ease up, the man stopped drinking; wish I could say the same about his smoking habit." Putting his hands in the pockets, the sadden green eyes got up slowly, "Sure, with how much he smokes he can have a cigarette line named after him. But no, he is working on becoming an attorney; it is his final semester." looking away, the young sharp dress man turned away, "so what time is your performance?"
Raising an eyebrow, the leader singer is left stunned, "At 19:30," snarky Dani replied with a goofy smile, "you will be there, right?" Looking at the time on his Orbit smartphone, Russell clicked his tongue.
"I have a meeting half an hour before. If it ends early I will try and meet up before the last song."
What the trio does not know is what the meeting is the last one with Constantine whom Russell has been visiting for two weeks before letting his friends know he was around.
"So, you lost your mother too at childbirth. Does your father blame yours for it?" A blonde slim man naive to England Constantine speaks to fellow half English man, Russell talking about their lives, "mine does, always calling me a killer for it."
Feeling sympathize with his this strange man who calls himself, master of the dark arts in a candle lid gloomy cellar filled with various dark arts, magic books, and novelties of ancient jewelry. Constantine and Madison are discussing about their slim likeness, "no, not at all. He just pushed himself harder on being a single father to work on what I've inherited today."
"So you are just like Bruce Wayne? Do nothing, but wait until your parents are death to be wealthy. Beats the hell out of me what Zatana sees in him like you do." Lighting up a cigarette, the brash magician turned away to blow the smoke in Russell's scruffy face, "You came here to tell me you know him too? Well I don't care, women and men are all the same. You have them in your hands one minute and the next, they leave you."
Waving his hand to clear up the smoke across the heir's face, "Not at all. You have to work twice as hard to keep on what you have, Besides, Bruce told me you could are a magician and I wonder if you could bring back my boyfriend from the dead to see who murder him." Getting up, Russell got in front Constantine's face not backing down, "Unless you are just all smoke, necromancer."
The two looked at each other with intense eyes, neither backing away or blinking, "These books are not here just to collect dust and decoration mind you. I like your balls, kid; but, I refuse."
It was like this for weeks until tonight as it so happen to be Stellifly's last concert tonight. Of course, Russell did not want to miss either as he walked down the lonely dark chilly streets of London. Sighing heavily, he knew finally tonight will be the night Sirius is going to be revived briefly on his killing. Taking out the Orbit Smartphone, the semi thrilled young man called Aubrey, his soon to be attorney and best friend who is back in warm and sunny Peyote.
In the apartment of millionaire Aubrey C. Durante, girlfriend tech mechanic Papillion, and soon to be reception, Elenore are finishing up Russell's new car. Hearing the vibration on his smartphone, Aubrey reluctant on answering so instead he told Elenore to answer who is working on her reading with the car manual, "Dante, Aubrey I mean office, this is Elenore speaking. How may I help you, Mayo"
Speaking in a formal matter, the former streetwalker is brushing up her social skills by teasing Russell on the nickname she has given him which she pronounces short for mayonnaise instead how it should Spanish for May. which Russell is, half Puerto Rican which was his mother's maiden name on whom he got his middle name Mayo-Stoto from, "Elenore I am no mood to play games. Could I speak to Aubrey?" Saying yes on the other line, Russell is a bit taken back by on how quickly she is learning.
Telling Russell to please hold as she gets a hold of Dante whom is working on the car with Papillion. With the click clack of her heels, Elenore walked her way to get a hold the desired man by telling who it is on the other line. Taking it eagerly, the blonde, silver, rectangle glasses wearing, smoker responded out of breath. "I finally got Constantine to agree, but bad news; I promise too I will go Stellifly's concert tonight." Rubbing his neck, Russell stopped in the front of a local antique shop filled with various tea cups and dishes on display notices a painting of a little boy with a puppy playing outside on a sunny day, "But um , Chimichanga is with Khris, right?"
Worried about his pudgy bulldog, Chimichanga peeked inside with his lushly green eyes on the alluring display case inside, "Yeah, he is with Cherry at, Polish Paws," pausing, Russell question on who is that then quickly recalls after smacking his forehead that is the nickname given by them due to the transgender tattoo on his forearm, "will you be coming back sooner than expected?" Inquired the friend. Russell explained as soon Constantine helps him out he will return. Also asked on what his girlfriend is doing.
Aubrey's face froze. Papillion and Elenore with looked with concern as Aubrey covered the phone explaining the women. This quick thinking Japanese girlfriend to take the phone, "Hi Russell, what's the story morning glory? What's the tale, nightengale?" Buying time to make a quick fib, Papillion hopes on Russell plays along with her.
Blinking rapidly, this made the young heir's belly chuckle. "Wait, is this Ursula or Papillion?" Playing along, Russell lean back on a light pole that is slowly trickling on, "But um, did I catch you guys in a bad time? I could call back later if that is okay."
"No! Not at all, Russell. Just, I am developing a new video game!" Telling a white lie, Papillion is in fact has been working on a video game, "it's about a farting vampire! So yea, we can talk later." Hanging up on the hotel heir, the young 20 year old gave the thumbs up after letting out a huge sigh of relief.
Finding it a bit odd, the young music lover looked at the empty lot which is for sale. Russell sees this an opportunity to buy it to make a hotel in London. "You like it, don't you?" Speaking in a rough English accent, a man with a long yellow, tan suit, white t-shirt, and black tie sneaked up from behind, "a fine hotel could be made into that lot. You could add swimming pool, a pub, billiard table,"
The shaggy blonde hair male stood next to the neatly groom Russell in which he turned around, "I could, couldn't I? Sounds like somewhere you would like be Constantine." Copying down the number of the contact information, the potential buyer added a bowling alley and a bating cage, "I know you Brits play cricket, but it is like what we call baseball back home. A little surprise though, it is a little early. What brings you out here?"
With the weather dropping, John Constantine looks at the young man bundling up as if it were colder than it actually is, "Since your mother isn't around, do you want me to keep you warm," remarking in a cold snarky matter, Russell's cold vapor escape their his nostrils with his slight annoyance, "why are all the pretty ones so dense anyhow? Anywho, I wanted to show you a shortcut." Following behind, the master of dark arts mumble to himself that the rich snob can't handle the cold.
Overhearing it, the soul sleeper tucks in his hand to his coat, touching slightly the rokushakubō, activating its power causing the brash mouth to trip over, "How about mastering the steps of walking next, arse. And just so you know it never gets this cold in Peyote."
"And that is the last time I physically want to get my hands dirty," Back in never-never cold land of Peyote, where it is a desert like land, warm weather, cacti, tumbleweeds, a few homeowners have coyotes and cougars as pets instead dogs and cats, the trio finished building the car for Russell, "so what should we name this unique beauty?"
Wiping his greased hands on a dry cloth, Aubrey took out a box of cigarettes and crossed his legs as he sat down on his recliner to brainstorm ideas, "How about, Dark Angel?" Suggested Elenore meekly as she remembers seeing Whisper on the night she was save. The two shook their heads as to them sounded a bit clique for them with Papillion went to the kitchen preparing espresso, "He comes out at night, right?"
"Nocturnal," huffing out the smoke, tapping the ashes on his apple style ashtray. "but it needs a punch to it." Offering his cute strawberry mug, Papillion looked back at her own solar system mug, mumbling the planets' name to herself.
"Neptune!" Shouted happily the hyper young lady, "Nocturnal Neptune!" Smiling, Aubrey got up from his exquisite recliner to hug and compliment his spunky girlfriend on the brilliant name. Twirling her raven color hair, Elenore noted on how it was a group effort as she took a sip from the mug which is handed over, battering her thick, dark eyelashes in between drinks.
Laughing to himself, Aubrey smiled vexingly through the jealous eyes, "I am not sure what is more coy your work effort or you smiling with just your rose lips, and not your cat eyes." Pointing it out, the young hoarse millionaire took off his glasses to wipe the lenses clean. "Now Papillion, you said you were working on a video game. You work on that while Elenore and I go and get the Nocturnal Neptune registered."
Left in disarray, Papillion huffed her peach color cheeks with arms folded, "well you better go change clothes you two." She giggled after noticing an oil stain on Dante's crotch. Elenore bit her lower lip trying not to laugh as the mind wondered to sexual things. The women looked at each other deviously.
"So do you have the red handkerchief you mention before?" In the dark gloomy cellar of John Constantine, the sharp tongue anti-hero took the requested item and cut a piece of it and placed it on the chalk hex mark. "Alright, and I need a trickle of your blood," questioning the request, Russell was explained that it is needed for the summoning. Doing so, the billionaire reached into his jacket to remove his Buddy Holly glasses, and popped a lens out to use rub against his smooth tan skin to bleed enough.
The two watched the blood drip like rain drops into the hex. After it fallen, Constantine chanted a spell to briefly summon Sirius from the dead. Russell hummed a certain Iron Maiden's song in between softly. As the air became colder and thinner with the ground shaking like a mini earthquake is happening as various things are falling. Russell stood back as his weapon, rokushakubō began to glow through his jacket from sensing a certain soul. "I feel it. I am able to feel Sirius' present"
An excited young man glee with joy when he sees his former lover. "Russell, is that you? Please, save my reputation!" Standing in awe when his old boyfriend's smooth mellow voice causing his slightly muscular body to shake from being overwhelmed. "You need to tell Aubrey it was a man by the name of Hemoglobin." The music lover expression changed in a heart beat after hearing the name he remembers clearly, "you know this guy?" Nodding angry, the heir clenched his bo staff tightly, "Then this perfect! Oh, I take good care of my IPod. I will always love you, Russell. Go on and find someone who will threat you the same."
With his body fading, Russell loudly no with anger and rage. This blindly lead the escape of mischievous tiny red demon that is the size of pupil to escape from the hex into Russell's grieving body, "Come back! Sirius, come back!" With only the red handkerchief falling into hands, the lover sobbed on it while on his knees who is unaware the virus in him. Constantine whom was looked away putting out his cigarette did not notice a slight red glow from the rokushakubō
"Face it, he is just another dead man." Shrugging his long shoulder, the master of the dark arts swayed to the side, "you get use to everyone leaving or even dying on you." Growling in anger, Russell bellow in anger causing to slap the necromancer across his face.
"Speak for yourself you little shite" Barking in a British accent which common when pissed off for the English raised, "you properly never care those have left you. Just look at yourself; a slum like you just moves on with his life." Budging his rage fit green eyes, "That is why nobody cares for a piece of shite like yourself." Russell lead himself out the door and out to the concert while in between dialing his best friend.
With Aubrey's ringtone going off, Elenore violet blue eyes looked up surprise, feeling the vibration and dance music going off in his dress pants which she was laying on, "Sorry, I just changed the ringtone to, Warrior's Dance. Catchy huh?" Pouting his rose shaped lips, Elenore sat back up. "Hey Russ, what's up? Clearing his throat from the excitement that was going on, Russell had a hunch by the gasp in the voice.
"Well I am not sure if I dialed you or Phil Lacio." Sneering to himself by wiping his upper lip, "but seriously, I call in rearguards about Sirius. Remember Hemoglobin? Well, he was involved and if that is the case, I have no doubt Goodnight was too." With the rokushakubō glowing brighter and redder Russell noticed it now and took it out to wonder on why it is doing such a strange thing.
Noticing a slight pause, Aubrey asked if everything was alright in his end, "Must be the weather over there. I hope you won't be in the middle of another storm." Jeering back at his best friend with his own comeback. "But thanks, this will a big help needed for your former lover's justice. Can't wait for your return soon."
"Yes, but first I have a concert to attend too," Waving a banana on wheels on what Russell calls over taxi cab to take him to the arena where Stellifly are playing, "and will you check up on Chimichanga will you?" With the transportation vehicle pulling over, "Aubrey, look I have to go. Cheerio." Grinning a snarky goodbye, the young music lover hung up as he enter his ride; telling his chauffeur on where to go.
But what is this red demon virus has in mind? Will Russell be effected? And will Aubrey bring justice to Sirius?