Setting
I was on my way to see the nosferatu primogen of the City, Nazuul. Nazuul and I werenāt exactly friends, but I had scratched his back enough to overcome the inherent xenophobia most of his clan suffered through. Unfortunately, they were also the only vampire clan to proudly live in the sewers and frankly, āItās fucking filthy in there!ā I stamped my feet one last time staring at the man-hole cover that signaled the start of my slow descent to meet with Nazuul. āDamn it all... ā I made one last protest before ruining my new boots, and starting down the ladder.
āIntegra! My dear friend.ā Nazuulās voice practically grated against my ears and I hoped my face mask covered the look of disgust I couldnāt quite hide. I raised a hand to signal I had heard him, and started across the bar. Some of his ilk were in various stages of eating rats, and some of the rare wealthy Nosferatu even had blood-bags they luxuriously sipped on. There was nothing for me to order here, so I produced a bottle of water which I took a moment to transmute into bourbon. The shadows flared ever so slightly, signaling Bezalel had indeed rejoined me at some point, and the liquid turned the light brown of bourbon. I took a long pull as Nazuul explained. āItās a simple enough job, you do me this favor and I tell you where the girlās gone.ā The damned leech was always making me jump through hoops.
āNazuul, Nazuulā¦ letās not forget who I am just now. I could have this place collapsed in seconds, leaving only your clan to suffer. Surely you can give me this tip gratis?ā I didnāt quite boast, it was the truth after all, but I probably couldnāt afford to attract that much attention to myself. The bastard just laughed, āThatās a gamble Iāll take,ā before slurping another rat dry in a clean second. I loved to hate the dirty Nosferatu. āDeal, Iāll be back in a fortnight, you better have information thatās accurate, TO THE HOUR. Got it?ā
The child of Caine simply raised its clawed hands, pantomiming defeat. āOf course, of course. Wouldnāt want to raise the ire of your bleeding heart, now would I?ā The last part of his sentence was cut off as I shunted myself along Quasi-real shadowstuff. The process was wildly inaccurate so I didnāt do it into the sewers, but anything to get myself out of that place. I took another long pull from the plastic bottle of bourbon, and started heading Downtown, to play the game of politics I hated so much.
"Such as seducing a young girl down a dark alley!" I called out to a couple making out in a thin alley that barely existed between too building. I could practically smell the fetid leech from here, courtesy of my magically enhanced senses. "Imagine how easy it'd be to accidentally become Mellow John's next victim. Or mistaken as one and have your lover shown True Death" The leech looked at me dumbfounded as i strolled past. I could hear him asking his current victim if she'd prefer to go back to his place as I continued past.
John earned the moniker, Mellow, due to never changing emotions no matter where or how you found him. People who survived his gory attempts on their life relayed that he just kept up that same lazy smile all the while violently tearing into them with his claws, never targeting vitals. He'd even just shrugged off rifle rounds while staring with that dull look of joy. He likes to make it last, I can respect that. Bezalel taunted me, knowing full well I had concerns about him trying to stop me from finding this thing. "No I have my worries, these wounds don't look like claws caused them, and the Primogen labeled it 'a Devil,' what does that even mean? They have no clue what's going on in this city." It was getting colder as the night continued and my breath formed condensation as I talked to me, myself, and Bezalel.
It was my fourth night at this and so far I had only stopped a mugging, committed a mugging, and wasted four nights chasing a snipe. I looked at the gun I had taken from those three punks swaggering about looking to rob someone for a few seconds. I should toss this, I thought as I pocketed the .45 the boys must have only recently got.
It was almost morning when I found Mellow John. Still that fourth night, I had a chai tea latte in my hand and was sipping on the still too hot beverage when I heard someone screaming like they were being, well, murdered. "That's my cue." I said, throwing the entire cup into the nearby waste bin. I pulled down my mask and re-oriented my hood to hide my face and sprinted towards the noise; my shadow trembling with excitement as it felt me drawing together my power. I swear if Nazuul is playing me on this I am cleansing his entire clan from this Earth.
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