[17th January 2009]
[Caligula Club, London]
...this had been one of my less impressive plans I found as I went flying through the air after a punch to the chest from the possessed Prince of Wales. Still I was really, really, really glad of the armour right now as the illusion broke down at the blow. Not that Prince Demon Face cared as he turned away from me and dodged blows from Sgt. Macklin and Mr. Constantine.
Honestly while he wasn't exactly a Balor...well, Mr. Demon certainly had enhanced strength, speed and aggression over your average baseline human in the blood-soaked atmosphere aftermath of his killing spree. Those walls were awful red looking after a very short period...
WHAM!
OW! Motherfucker...OW!
'Get up, get up, get up' I muttered internally as my back and head ached after smashing into the tables...and then wall...behind me after my little trip across the room. Oh I was definitely enhancing my armour better after this because that bloody well hurt. Gods be damned bloody demon possessed royalty. I leaned on my black and silver runed staff and forced myself back up into a standing position as John smashed into a table on the other side of the room amidst the bodies there.
Good news; Mr. Demon no longer had sharp blade weapon in his hand after Sgt. Macklin shot him in the hand. Fatal shots were out at the moment but I could heal wounds in that range.
Bad news; Mr. Demon had caught us by surprise and was kicking our bloody arses right now. And I wouldn't have to worry about healing as this place was half a ritual site and that wound was healed already!
Stand straight, point staff at Mr. Demon, chant words and see about ending this fight right this moment.
Hold Person worked just as intended as the blood soaked and horribly distorted looking Prince was frozen, body locked in place, as the spell slammed into him at full force. I grunted at the effort of moving and the casting but muttered out in my mask modulated voice "John start your excor...son of a bitch!"
That just wasn't fucking fair!
It was like watching a mirage, or a blur spell, as the Demon Prince was moving and yet not moving in some sort of horrifying movie slow motion scene as the unholy creature literally pulled itself free from the spell restraining its flesh. What's worse I could almost feel its magic eroding the spell. Shouldn't have bloody gone for a Hold Person now should I?
CrackCrackCrackCrack
Well someone had their pistol back in hand I noted as I moved, ducked and rolled at the circular table flung at the spot where I'd stood just a moment before. Seems Mr. Demon wasn't overly happy about our presence it seemed as his hissing and demonic tone filled the air. Honestly regardless of the world it seemed these guys all shopped from the same voice actor school.
"You dare to challenge me pathetic mortal fools! Consorting with necromancers are we John Constantine? Heh Heh Heh! Oh how the First will reward me when I drag all your souls into the abyss! Heh heh heh!"
Gods above but middling level demons were such bloody drama queens, especially considering we had it trapped with the Shadow-02 pinning down the entrance. The real bloody problem was the fact of trying not to kill the possessed idiot underneath nor all rich and powerful scumbags currently fleeing from the place. In theory, possibly, maybe, innocent victims in a few of their cases I reminded myself as I desperately made space between me and ninja McDemon Face as he hurled Sgt. Macklin across the room...
...and knock him unconscious from the blow apparently as the burly man did not hop back up immediately as his head got walloped off the wall behind him. Okay maybe we weren't as assured of victory as I'd liked to thing as John proved an effective, albeit momentary, meatshield for me so that I could begin casting another spell to do something about this little cluster-fuck. We needed cannon fodder to restrain Mr. Demon and we needed it now. Luckily someone had created a horrible blood soaked resource for me to make use of...
I beat my staff rhythmically off the floor as I marshaled my power...as John got punched in the face and staggered back...while captain bloody-demon-face now turned his attention back towards me..
"Little fool what do you think you are doing? Bow to your new King!"
Too late!
One last bang and my hollow voice modulated voice echoed out. Oh thank the Boss for the fact he couldn't hear the fearful squeak that'd likely have come out from. Rather it got the ominous voice dude and fear wards that seemed to pause it for just a moment. Limbs cracked. Moans sounded. The smell of blood and feces probably filled the air again as things shifted. Thankfully I couldn't smell any of that thanks to the glorious skull mask covering my face.
"I'm sorry but you really shouldn't go on a killing spree up against such as me. RISE NOW AND RESTRAIN THIS ONE AT MY COMMAND!"
Thankfully the bodies between me and Mr. Demon starting to rise prevented him from reaching me with his nasty, nasty demon fists as grasping arms reached for, and locked around, his blood soaked legs and arms as it struggled free. Well that and my furious backpedalling away from the evil hell-spawn advancing towards me with a distorted blur like effect rolling over his possessed face and body. Yes I was definitely going to be working on better protections and power on all my gear assuming I got through this horrible, horrible, experience in one piece. Worry about that later, move, make distance, throw bottle of liquid, delay enemy...
"Heh! Didn't like that now did you yer Majesty?" I grated out as the bottle of holy water exploded in the face of the enemy and a shrieking, roaring, shriek erupted from that mouth alongside the impression that I'd thrown a pot of boiling water into the demon-dude's face. Hands flew up its face as the bodies around the room began to rise under my will and pulled the creature possessing the Prince down to the ground thanks to the distraction and agony of the holy water to the face. Still best call out as the struggling abomination shrugged off one the zombies with ease despite being blinded and demonic screaming "John a little fucking help here!"
The restricted space, tiredness and preference to take the possessed idiot alive were a nuisance alongside the last minute organisation of this mission. Dismissal was an option of course but I wasn't a hundred percent sure that won't sent the possessed Prince to hell alongside Mr. Murder Demon. I didn't think it would, but magic here was a little wilder outside the Weave and I think wasn't a good enough answer with other definite options for banishment available. Thankfully Constantine was striding toward me even as snapped at him, blood flowing down his face from the earlier blow as he snarled out words to me as Mr. Demon struggled against the dozen or bodies starting to assault him. Worryingly he was starting to overpower them...
"You can heal him up fast am'I'rite?"
"Huh?" I came back with as I began to ready another spell. John Constantine ploughed on regardless pulling a revolver out of his stained and rumpled trenchcoat.
"You can eal' em' as long as he' ain't dead rite?"
"Err...yeah"
"Good answer mate, knew I liked havin' ye around!" he muttered striding into the mass of struggling bodies and roaring demonic voices and taking aim.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
I flinched at the skriek of agony that erupted out of the possessed creature as it fell forward after having been shot in the back of the legs. Evidently kneecapping it as my undead minions swarmed over its form and began to pin the struggling form to the ground. Constantine was uncaring as he pulled a sheaf of old papers, the Grimorum Verum probably, from his coat with an angry expression upon his face...
"Sorry there yer Majesty but that were fer yer own damn good. Loyal servant ah am you fuckin' prick. Now let loyal John fix that little possession problem fer ya..."
He looked up at me "Keep'em held down and let's get this bloomin' thing done"
I nodded and then glanced over at the form of Sgt. Macklin struggling to stand up "Shadow-05 you okay?"
A weak thumbs up greeted me and I pulled out a piece of chalk from my pocket and began to draw a Circle against Evil nearby to the where Constantine was yelling out Latin phrases in a messed up manner because his nose maybe broken. I'd fix it later. Maybe. Whatever the case we wanted Mr. Calibraxis the Murder-Demon banished in a weakened state, and for a long, long, time, in the aftermath of this possession. Then we had security camera footage for several weeks to retrieve before we got the fuck out of here...
After the place mysterious burned down; accidents happen after all. Seemed Sir Peter had either scarpered or was getting other people to try come and hush-hush this whole series of events so all that mattered was Prince Stupid Face here survived and got dispossessed of his current resident...
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