I am sorry for being here after so long time. I simply have not enough time to write for my fun.
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Chapter 52)
"Lamia?!" asked Adrien in disbelief. "Like THAT Lamia from Greek myths?"
"Exactly," answered Plagg bitterly. "Somebody was idiot big enough to invocate her!"
"How will we ditch her?" questioned Adrien.
"Not easy'" answered Tikki. "Plagg, go with Roaar to check, whether she's here alone."
Plagg flied away and a second or so later, Marinette, together with Adrien and Belmondo moved towards Lamia. They checked their shotguns and being in positions, they started shooting on monster.
Lamia's shriek was like sonic ramming directly into their brains.
"Stop the shooting!" ordered Samurai and unsheathed her wakizashi.
The sword blade glowed blue like elven swords in 'The Lord of the Rings'. Samurai tried to behead Lamia, but it had no effect.
"Surrender and go away!" shrieked Plagg, who returned back to Lynx. "You have no right to be here!"
"Spucatum Tauri!*" shireked Lamia back and her yell continued in unarticulated frenzy gabbling.
(*Bullshit)
Samurai tried to stab again, trying to hit the place, where monster's heart should be found. Lamia's shriek became octave higher-pitched, but her body started to dissolve itself…
"Is she alone here?" asked Tikki, her voice unusually calm and cold.
"Yes, she has altar there," Plagg pointed by his hand. "And there," kwami of destruction pointed to slightly different place. "There's that idiot, who invocated her. Let's go!"
Plagg was evidently really pissed and disgusted.
"Lamia is demon of kind," explained Roaar soto voce. "She prefers child's flesh to eat…"
Liquid, into what demon's body dissolved, flew together into puddle, likely it was more similar to mercury, than to an aqueous solution. Silence, what happened when Lamia's body disssapeared, was almost deafening…
"She tries to merge and recreate her body!" shreieked Plagg. "Her altar must be destructed!"
"Belmondo, Mickeymouse, cover the perimetr!" said agent Valkyrie.
Maybe she was not authorized to give them orders, but both men followed it.
When tiny woman body appeared in the middle of demonic liquid, Lynx and Chrysomele both shot into it from their shotguns. Shriek was not so loud, as it was before, but they evidently did not make Lamia's day.
There was rock, placed in center of chalk lines and symbols, partially washed away. Stone was not hewn, but it was almost regular cuboid, some forty cm long, some thirty cm wide and some ten cm high. On rock top was body of sacrifice, probably of an alley cat, nailed to stone. Pitiful animal was disembowelled and partially skinned. Adrien did not want to think, whether cat was alive, when being tortured such a cruel way. In the deepest hole into cat's abdomen the end of Lamia's tail was still anchored and it was still wriggling. One and half metr of that improvised altar was circle, made from chalk too. Inside of that circle boy cringed into fetal position. He was 12, maybe 13 years old, estimated Adrien in horror. Such young brat was able to do this filthy muck?!
Agent Valkyrie produced her phone.
"Fox, do the photographic documentation!" she ordered, doing herself the same.
Alya was shocked too, but she did it.
"OK!" nodded agent Valkyrie. "Let's clean these shambles!"
She came to boy, covered his head by dark black canvas sack and handcuffed his hands. Adrien was surprised, handcuffs were covered by pink fake fur.
"If he goes to police, they would find pink fibres from handcuffs available in sexshop," explained agent Valkyrie sotto voce. "Flatfoots would be sure, he tried to go to bondage parlore. And his skin would be less traumatized. He should not hear anything in this sack, you can do, what's necessary to be done."
"OK!" nodded Adrien. "Plagg, can you destroy it?"
"I need your help, Lynx," said his kwami tired voiced. "If I use my powers by myself, this whole building would be probably destroyed. We need NOT to use power of creation now, to prevent Lamia's return by restoring her altar. So you must focus my powers now, you must simply transform yourself."
"Plagg! Claws out!"
Being Chat Noir, Adrien observed differences. Plagg did not incorporate equipment given to them by secret service into costume. With enormous distaste he touched the stone in place, where Lamia's tail touched it.
"Cataclysm!" Chat Noir said it silently, but demon was not silent at all. Her shriek vibrated in their brains and they felt vibration of floor.
In that moment Pere Thibault together with 'Mr. Armaund' entered the crime scene. They observed altar to disintegrate into dust and disappearance of that dust. Agent Valkyrie lifted small book from floor, giving it to her boss. After that she placed her hands from back into boy's armpits and elevated him from floor.
"So, here we have our warlock!" she reported.
"I should do exorcism," said Pere Thibault.
'Mr. Armaund' offered him balaclava and a pair of sunglasses.
"You know the drill," nodded Secret Service boss. "Nobody should be able to recognize any of us and denounce any of us, including you."
Priest smiled and nodded back. He wore balaclava and pair of sunglasses, in no time he made a gesticulation by his right hand with aspergillum, demanding to uncover face of their captive.
"Lynx!" ordered 'Mr. Armaund' silently, giving Adrien piece of Camembert. "Detransform and feed your firend."
"Plagg!" Adrien was silent too. "Claws in!"
Kwami of destruction accepted food and hidded himself under his wielder's shirt. Agent Valkyrie removed canvas sack from boy's head. This time they succeeded to see his face, with realy horrible akne.
Boy observed several likely anonymous persons around him, all in black, looking more like beetles, than humans to him now. He recognized one of them as priest, mainly due to clerical collard and aspergillum in his hand. Priest spattered him by holly water and started his declamation:
"Crux Sacra sit mihi lux, non Draco sit mihi dux. Vade retro Satana, nunquam suade mihi vana. Sunt mala quae libas, ipse venena bibas!*"
(*one of 'standard' exorcism. In approximate translation: "May the Holy Cross be my light, may the dragon never be my guide. Begone Satan, never tempt me with your vanities. What you offer me is evil, drink the poison yourself." Copied from wiki)
"Where did you purchase this book?" asked man's voice, when one of black-clothed person showed it to him, from quite a big distance.
"You have no right to handcuff and interrogate me!" shrieked boy in quite a fake courage. "I have my rights!"
"So you think, you have rights…" voice was liquid nitrogen cold. "OK, I really don't want to hear him now. Clog his mouth and let move out from here!"
Agent Valkyrie clogged his mouth with roller bandage, using it also to fasten it to boy's face. When she made sure, boy cannot either aspirate part of gauze, nor spit it out, she covered his head with canvas sack again.
Pere Thibault elevated something small and white from the floor:
"Consecrated chalk, I believe."
They moved out from theatre building and got in into van, ignoring news hounds circling around. Van changed direction many times, just to make sure, they had no shadow on their heels...
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What nor Rose, neither Juleca or Luka expected, was no one else, than Lila Rossi with relatively big sport bag with her, boarding their ship 'Liberty'.
"Your place Luka?" asked Italian girl.
Luka wordless walked her into his cabin. Being there, Lila placed small outdoor camping gas stove on floor, on its top she placed small circular wire grill and ignited the burner. On grill she placed owenproof glass made beaker with distilled water adjusted to 200 ml mark.
She started dilute some powders, what Luka was able to see, one of them was marked Glauber's salt (Sodium sulphate, works as laxative, amongst others attibutes). She slowly mixed everything with normal glass sticl like in laboratory, till the liquid started to boil. In that moment she started to add some dried weeds. Luka was no plant scientist, so he recognized only smells of lavenda and thyme.
Lila adjusted distilled water from PET flask from petrol station to keep the volume up to 200 ml mark. Luka though, she could later work as laboratory technician, if her scheming would not work. He started to prelude on his guitar, the first song coming to his mind, without singing it, off course…
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I'm gonna cast a spell on you
You're gonna do what I want you to
Mix it up here in my little bowl
Say a few words and you'll lose control
I'm a Hex girl
And I'm gonna put a spell on you
I'm gonna put a spell on you
I'm a Hex girl
And I'm gonna put a spell on you
Put a spell on you
You'll feel the fog as I cloud your mind
You'll get dizzy when I make the sign
You'll wake up in the dead of night
Missing me when I'm outta sight...
From 'Scooby-Doo and the Witch's Ghost
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When agents arrived to old factory building, 'Mr. Armaund' pointed on Adrien and Nino.
"Go with him to the left, there is urinal. Make sure, he'll empty himself, not to pee in his pants during our debate."
Thankfully boy was able to follow this order even being handcuffed.
"Will you speak voluntarily?" asked Consultant Orlowski, who was all in black and with pair of sunglasses, to avoid showing, he's one-eyed.
"Who are you?!" asked boy.
"If you wish, you may name me Questioner," answered Consultant Orlowski and knuckled his fingers, what was hearable even with fingers in his glowes…
TO BE CONTINUED…
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As I will have no time enough to write more soon, this is last chapter before Christmas. So, enjoy that joyful time, when we celebrate that moment long long ago, when in remote town of Bethlehem, in Roman Empire province Judea, Jesus, the Saviour of humankind was born…
