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Skylar Grey

Leader of the Mammon's Lost Gang.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by RydeDawg

So begins...

Skylar Grey's Story

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#, as written by Nemo
Randin was gently patting the vomiting officer on the back (the sick man serendipitously spared from his nearly-manifested doom, the poisonous contents of his drink splashed over his shoes) when Mammon made his move. Randin felt it before he saw it, his veins tingling with that familiar sensation. His eyes narrowed, his heart kicking into gear, his mind steeling for a fight. Two times in ten minutes. Not a coincidence.

And then the world went to hell. Men died. Blood painted the lobby in splotchy mists. Screams of agony and terror erupted through the hallways, the warriors of Wing City putting up the best fight they could against the invisible hordes of hell. Those few with heightened or supernatural senses fared moderately well, but unfortunately, the bulk of the precinct was blind.

...but Randin, cursed (or perhaps in this scenario, blessed) with the blood of Mammon himself coursing through his veins, a biproduct of the detective's first viscous duel with his oldest adversary, saw everything. The beasts snarled and gaped at their foes, their massive, blistered bodies blurring across the lobby, piked teeth jarring at their prey. One of them leaped forward, blood foaming from his mouth, lunging at Randin...

The detective had his magnum in his hand before his next breath was drawn. Two quick shots fanned at the hip put out the dog's eyes. Blinded and yelping, the Hellhound rushed madly forward. Randin calmly side-stepped and let the monster collide into the nearest blast-wall. He spun on his heels, holstered and swiftly caught the AA-12 thrown by Slim. He turned and took aim in the same movement, blowing out the disoriented beast's legs and putting three rounds into his head. He was only mildly surprised when the monster bellowed and moaned but did not die. Demon spawns. Only 'holy' weaponry could end these bastards, weapons doused in a special subquantum radiation harvested from a mysterious dimension. Randin was lucky that the Helsing gang had gifted him with a small arsenal of such weapons when he'd last met them. Conventional attacks would only maim or stun the hounds.

With the Hellhound crippled, Randin leaped forward, drawing one of his Helsing holy knives from his boot. Grabbing the mutt by the horns and jarring his head to the sky, Randin swiftly slit the dog's throat. Black, bubbling blood flooded out of his neck, the hound gurgling and whining his last. As the demon's infernal spirit left its host, the spell placed on the beast would be broken, the corpse now visible to the naked eye.

"Slim, catch," Randin nodded, flicking around the blackened blade and throwing it hilt-first to his partner. He drew his second (and last) knife from his boot, his free hand thumbing out six gleaming bullets from his belt. These rounds, dipped in holy water and fortified with a host of devout prayers, were the only substantial defenses Randin had against these infernal beasts. One knife. Six shots.

Don't miss.

Randin ran quickly up to the reception desk, nimbly loading one of his two magnums with the holy rounds. The shotgun was slung over his shoulder. Jumping the desk, he quickly accessed the security logs, thankful for Kraggen's call for order and subsequent handling of the majority of the Hellhounds still loose in the reception area with an impressive display of magic. The lobby was clearing up, the demons either dying, dead or too maimed to move. Randin, of course, knew that this was just the beginning. It didn't take a master detective to deduce that the source of their latest terrorist attack had come from this Hellhound shipment... a shipment that was, currently, nestled deep in the WCPD precinct, buried past several very crucial security checkpoints.

Flipping out of his Caddy, Randin spoke quickly to Kraggen and his makeshift squad of survivors. "Chief. Boys. It's the fuckin' cans. That shipment is four levels deep in the precinct, almost at the core. Whatever's in these drinks, it's letting in bad guys. We need to hunt down the source and bring it down." He spun his magnum. "Targets are particularly vulnerable to subquantum class AG rounds, called 'holy energy' by religious individuals. Last I checked, we don't have too many stockpiled bullets swathed in that aura, but we do have several melee weapons. We should hit up the nearest armory if we want a better chance of defending ourselves."

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Alexander froze as the chief appeared in the room and was demanding them to stand before move to different sides of the room depending on who had drank what. He immediately got Benji's lead and tried to move over to one side, but Benji was barking and moving back and forth, not settling at all. It took all of his strength to keep a hold of Benji while Chief spoke. He was pissed.

But that was nothing compared to what happened next. Alex had seen a lot of things since he'd joined the force at eighteen, but he'd not see this. Friends and comrades suddenly either started exploding or dying. Everything suddenly went out of control and Alexander who normally had a strong stomach was nearly sick as everyone that had drank the drink on that side of the room died.

Benji went completely bonkers at this point. He was snarling and barking, pulling at his leash as it seemed invisible forces were attacking them now. Some people on the force had incredible senses and powers to detect what was attacking them but Alexander didn't. All he had was his handgun on him. He didn't want to shoot at anything in case he shot a colleague. As he drew his gun, Benji got free from him and suddenly attacked the air, knocking an invisible force to the ground and attacking what looked like nothing.

As soon as he was deemed finish, he moved to protect someone else from an invisible force. This time he came back to Alex's side as his master moved to the Chief.

"Is there anything I can do?" Alex asked. "Benji seems to be attacking the invisible forces. It seems like he can either see them or sense them or something."

Once again Benji moved and took out something unseen to Alexander nearby and a vicious fight broke out. Alexander lost sight of his dog and frowned, it wasn't like Benji to disappear like that. He couldn't go and find him though. He'd come back. He always did. And the force needed him right now.

"Unfortunately all I have is my handgun right now, and I can't sense anything."

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The explosions had given the office a rather thick coating of red over the drab paint they'd had before. Janet was splattered and soaked in the same red after everything went to hell. At first, the woman did not move. She stood there, wide-eyed, with he reflection of panic dancing in her eyes. Her hair, normally a red-brown, was now clinging closely to her skin, soaked, and perfectly scarlet.

Slowly, casually, she rose her hands to catch an aether rifle that was thrown her way. The blood that dripped across her face had a hard time masking the murderous expression that crossed Janet's face as she took it at a sprint to get in formation with the rest of the officers. She skidded to a halt, swung around, and began to open fire on Frankie.

"Fuckers," she spat. I just got my hair done this morning!

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The drink slipped out of Saiga's grip as soon as the first officer exploded. Her arm came up, instinctively, to block her eyes. Her head lashed away. NO matter what she did, however, she could feel the warm, wet liquid splatter and strike her body and soak her uniform. Her brand new uniform that she had been so proud of.

Her hand reached for the pistol at her belt, and once the explosions were over, she lifted the gun threateningly, like a startled pit bull. Everything happened so quickly. Almost too quickly for her to process.

The greeting "Welcome to the WCPD," rang through her head.

There were a few things Saiga was still able to do. She assessed the situation as it passed before her very eyes, and had her back against the wall. She heard the shouts- invisible enemies?- and watched as some of their comrades fought off, and killed, some hellish beasts. Her eyes went to the ground as she tried to find a safe path to the other side of the room.

That's when she observed something pretty damn important.

Pit, pat, pata, patta, patapatapata.

The ground, which was now a carpet of blood, splashed in a beeline towards her. As it did, the rosy substance splattered onto and outlined the underbelly and legs of one of the invisible hounds. Her gun raised already, she fired several shots off of it, guesstimating where the head was. The creature reeled back and yelped, but... it didn't die.

"Why isn't it fucking dying?!" she roared over the commotion. She'd shot it in the head. She'd gotten it's head, she was sure! But it was still dancing around!

With a snort, the woman fired off two more shots for the thing's joints. One missed, another just barely landed. The hound went down, and Saiga was already sliding over one of the desks to regroup with some officers.

"Look at the ground!" she cawed. "They're making splashes in the blood!"

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Inside the truck.

With a sound of quiet thunder forming in the back of the gutted beverage truck a new figure made its way inside to converse with the Demon Lord of Greed. A powerful figure known as Count Iblis, a being of raw energy and a small god of malcontent convictions, who Mammon has heard of and seen before. But if Mammon was going to be honest he didn’t much care that the being showed up; to him it felt like dealing with a strange cousin he hated running into.

“Count Iblis.” Mammon said. “Good to see you here.” The fallen angel lied with a smile on his face and looking the being in the eye. Mammon turned back to Skylar and squeezed his shoulder playfully and gave him a wink. “Just thought i’d take Skylar out and watch him perform. If he’s going to run a cult gang devoted to me I want to know he’s doing it well.” he said.

Mammon turned his head to look at Iblis. “You see my student, Skylar, here planned this whole thing himself. Right down to the Hell contained in a can idea. And I have a friend inside who i’m plan on picking up.” Mammon smiled and walked to the back of the truck; feeling Randin’s presence just a few yards away. “Join in if you feel like it, The Count. But please excuse me while I concentrate.” he said, leaning against the wall of the truck. A cigarette hanging from his mouth and his eyes closed.

Inside the Department

The Inside of the police department was a gory and nightmarish place to be; bits of flesh and blood coating the floor, walls, and ceiling. Friends, lovers, and comrades stuck to the bottom of the survivors clothes and shoes, or at least what was left of those individuals was stuck to the survivors garments.

The police fought bravely of course, there was no doubt that they remained strong despite the hell they were being put through. But how long could they stay together when demons don’t just fight to kill but fight to break the individual as well? All tucked away with their backs pressed together in different groups and fighting the fiends that threatened them.

The Hellhounds with of course being invisible and difficult targets to kill would prove to be too much for the less experienced, or less lucky, officers. Even with the puddles of blood that splashed and the warning of others, some would be picked off with only feeling the snarlingly hot breath of a demonic hound on the back of their neck before they even had a chance. (Talking about the NPCs being picked off.)

“Frankie, FREEZE!; Frankie, cease and desist!; Frankie, PLEASE!; Come on, buddy!” the officers yelled. But the yells quickly turned into pleas as if their broken concerned voices would snap their old comrade back into reality. Tears shed for a dead friend when a flurry of energy flew down towards the Legion.

With the warnings the black eyed corpse turned to look towards the firing squad, looking down at the men who pointed their guns but only conviction kept them aiming. With the last plea, before the shots were fired, Legion gave the squad a large smile.
Both of his arms flung in front of his body and crossed each other and the desks the officers were sitting at before flew out in front of the body. Each desk didn’t last long against the plasma energy, but with the desks placed one behind the other it provided Legion just enough time to escape the corpse.

Frankie’s mouth opened wide and he screamed and when he screamed so did a multitude of voices. All screaming out in a horrifying choir that truly sounded like was shooting out of hell itself. The screams canceled out all other noise and even the remaining hellhounds stopped in their tracks.

A black mass of shadow and smoke billowing out of Frankie’s mouth, nose, ears and eyes as he and Legion screamed. The pillar of demonic smoke hitting the ceiling and passing through it, not collecting in the room or becoming a large cloud, but seeping into the ceiling itself until Frankie’s screaming was followed by less voices until his own and he fell to the floor limp.

The room was now deathly quiet and none of the surviving hellhounds made a single move. The pool of blood and guts wouldn’t splash, none of the dogs approached any of the officers, and the only evidence the “blind” officers had to go off that the remaining hounds were still present was a dead police dog with an open stomach that was being nuzzled and eaten.

For Randin though, who had Mammon’s blood running through his veins, he would feel a hand grip his shoulder and hot smokers breath whisper in his ear. “Love what you’ve all done with the place.” he said. The Demon lord chuckled and walked out from behind the officer and to his side.

The blood on the floor didn’t ripple, and no other person would hear the voice or feel his presence. Mammon wasn’t really in the room but speaking and interacting in Randin’s head.

“See those mutts?” he said. “Their waiting for me too give them a command. Their waiting for me to say sic em.” Mammon smiled and pulled out a cigarette from his suit’s front pocket. He placed the stick in his mouth and with a snap of his fingers the thing was lit and he took in a large drag.

“Don’t believe me?” he asked, the smoke billowed out of his mouth and hit Randin in the face. “Watch this.” Mammon whistled towards the Hellhound eating the insides of the dead police dog. “Heel!”

The Hellhound looked up toward Randin and then took a few steps away from the dead dog. Mammon took a puff of his cigarette before removing it and placed his fingers in his mouth. He gave a high pitched whistle that would hurt Randin’s ears. “Sit!”
All the hellhounds sat and looked toward Randin once more.

“You might think having my blood running through your veins has come in handy. That it’s given you some keen insight into who I am and how I think. That who can see my Hellhounds as clearly as you can see any other dog, and that means you can survive or fight or win.” Mammon got in Randin’s face and smiled big.

“You’re not reading my mind, Randin, you’re just beginning to think like me.” he said, his warm smoky breath all over Randin’s face. “But I can read your mind, Buddy. And you being here is threatening everyone’s lives...Tell you what I’ll make a deal with you! You open up yourself to me and allow me to turn you into my new vessel and i’ll spare everyone here. No one else has to die! Not even Kianna and that little baby! Refuse and…”

Mammon turned around and whistled. “Speak!”

The remaining Hellhounds let out a loud howl and barks, but it didn’t end with just those hounds in that area of the department. Through out the entire building, on each floor and different checkpoints, all the beings that hid in a beverage and were now free since the sigil was complete all howled out and barked. Filling the entire department with the sound of all the demonic chaos it had been consumed with.

“You’re a smart guy, Randin, figure it out.” Mammon said before he vanished from his sight.

Inside the truck

Mammon opened his eyes and pulled out a phone from his slacks. He gave it a few presses. “Hatchet, I’m going to text you an address I pulled out of Randin’s head. Go find Kianna and i’ll meet up with you later.” He said. Ending the call and sending the text.

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Character Portrait: Aiedail Character Portrait: Detective Blacksad Character Portrait: Marlene Angel Character Portrait: False Mammon Character Portrait: Randin D. Kaye Character Portrait: Jack M. Hatchet Character Portrait: Slim Character Portrait: Count Iblis Character Portrait: Daniel Johnson Character Portrait: Janet Sou Character Portrait: Leon Theodoris Character Portrait: Skylar Grey Character Portrait: Thaddeus Kraggen Character Portrait: Shelly Reed Character Portrait: Julian Harris Character Portrait: Saiga Dubicki Character Portrait: Alexander Leonard
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#, as written by Gasmask
Slim was about to run with the group, join his gambling buddies in a stand for the precinct. It was then that everything clicked for the alien, just as he found that were no longer any firearms in the small cabinet for him. Slim knew what he had to do when the Helsing blade came his way, he caught it and slid it in-between his metal dentures.

Slim shoved the last few firearms into people's hands as they took off into a makeshift group of survivors and had already swindled off the SMG to whoever who had asked for it. Slim wasn't in the business of giving the wrong weapons out. The thing that had clicked was irritating him too much, he could stay here and help his comrades in the good fight or...

That truck unloading it's goods wasn't in his way earlier by chance.

"Boys. I'm going solo. You stay with your Siekuj buddies." Slim announced over his radio. "I'm going after the delivery truck, cutting the Juk off." Slim said in almost perfect English. "I dunno what I can do against whoever's got an army of Vaak with him, but I never did have a full flush that night you all lost." Slim ducked under a leaping hellhound, making a mental note to thank whoever pointed out the splashes the creatures made in the blood.

Slim broke though the back door with the codes he had memorised since day one as a WCPD officer. Slim swore and slammed the door shut behind him with an extra hand and leapt into his police cruiser. Slim quickly checked his mirrors for the hound and then ignited the engine and zooming out of the carpark, swerving around the corner and onto the road. Slim flicked the sirens on, and oriented the front of the cruiser towards the truck.

Slim looked back and flicked on the radio, revving the engine. The alien held the door open with one arm, holding onto the steering wheel with his lower set and had a long alien middle finger for the driver of the gutted truck as he shoved the accelerator down and went to total the delivery truck.

"Real human being." Slim muttered over the road of the engine. "Vekak bullshit."

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The woman scowled only briefly as Thaddeus barked his orders, with Hellhounds running around she didn't have time to answer his orders.

She had to act fast.

One hellhound lunged towards her, and before it even was in midair, she turned abruptly, raising her gauntlet with lightning speed and loosing a brilliant stream of white light. The hellhound was simply 'Deleted' from existence, no blood, no inky mess, simply gone.

Marlene turned abruptly once more, cleaving a second hound in two with a crystalline blade that shot from her left hand with lightning speed. "Fucking dogs man." She said to herself, bounding through the lobby.

"Hey! Get these people to safety! Those that can fight should do so, I'm going to open a window, you better take advantage of it." She spat as she moved to the center of the Lobby, and with two outstretched hands on either side, she loosed a dome shaped pulse of energy that rapidly expanded outwards. As the pulse of light struck anything demonic, it would likely be deleted through a complex unseen and powerful force altering the fabric of reality itself. This included cans of HellHound, any lingering demons, and other beasts in the immediate area.

Marlene would attempt to effectively purge the Lobby, and all adjacent rooms of demonic energies before she too vanished in a sudden clap of rendered reality.

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"Good to see you still on your feet Chief" John said as he took up a post within arms reach of Chief Kraggen. He sensed rather then saw before he struck. With the call to look for the bloodsplashes he smirked, calling out quick towards Leon as he spotted such bloodsplashing dangerously close to a civilian the Wolven was covering for. "Leon!! Your left, on the Visitors bench!!" He swung his swordarm and struck down a hellhound that made to tackle Kraggen from behind. Slicing the thing in two. Dead demonic meat appeared from thin air in two pieces

"Chief, you heard the Crystal Lady I think we need to regroup!" John had to all but scream himself hoarse trying to talk over the demonic howling around them.

He hit his radio "Dirk, look for the bloodsplashes, Cut'emup!!" He heard a gunshot quite loud before Dirk answered "Right boss! On it. Knives up, forks on the left!" Typical call out for a battle in close quarters. John smirked.

To Chief Kraggen he said "Homicide's clear! I think we should head up there. I'll cover you." What could outright slay these demonic creatures ? Only one or two officers could take these things on, he could only sense them, and now thanks to the splashing blood it helped. His ears still rang slightly. He looked around, Where did Slim get off to ?

But then the weird thing happened, first the hounds stopped and howled, the next, most appeared when the crystal lady did her trick, next thing John knew things settled briefly. Some respite it seemed. With what the Crystal Lady had done, the place was mostly clear in the reception area. EVerything else though was still a mess.

And there was still Frankie to .... Ok maybe not. John stared for a brief moment before swearing in french at what he saw Frankie doing.

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#, as written by Lobos
"Slim! Oh you fuckin' little..." Growling under his breath, Thaddeus slammed his fist in the path of yet another hound, following the splashes headed towards Shelly. A burst of plaster rained out of the wall as the invisible beast hammered into it, with no immediate motion coming from the spot. Glancing behind him, he nodded. "Thanks John."

The sudden stillness that settled in the wake of the howling and the crystal armored lady's burst didn't sit right with Thad, the Chief's voice cracking out in the quiet. "Alright people, take the gift while we can. Let's get Leon and then see who's left. Try the radio, see if anyone's listening."

Moving cautiously but purposely, Kraggen led the group towards Leon and Julian, readying the a couple of charges for high powered beams. Reaching the wolfman's side, he carefully clapped the officer on the shoulder. "Good work Leon. Happen to see anyone else holed up around?"

The initial anger stilled simmered there, but now the Chief was regrouping his people. When he'd envisioned cleaning up the department, this wasn't precisely what he had in mind.

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On three Alex began to run to where everyone had grouped together only to be knocked off his feet by something he couldn't see. He slid along the floor, his gun leaving his hand and he cried out in pain as it felt like something was starting to bite through his arm. Blood started to pour but nothing was on his arm. He felt a weight on his body though as the thing continued to bite down on his arm.

His free hand desperately attempted to find something to grab onto to stop whatever was attacking him. The pressure from his arm suddenly lifted and he felt the wait change on him. Whatever was on him was about to go for his neck and face. Alexander wasn't stupid. He closed his eyes, ready to feel whatever it was bite down on his face, before something plowed into them both, snarling.

Benji.

Alex moved out as the dog fought whatever had attacked him. It was like Benji was fighting air. Whatever was happening was brutal and Alex could see the blood coming from his dog. Cradling his injured arm, Alex grabbed his gun and shot at the air this time. No one was around and his dog was out of the way of the shot. Then everything went silent. Not only did whatever was attacking Benji and him stop, but whatever was attacking them for now stopped. Benji was whimpering on the ground and Alex quickly grabbed the dog by his collar and pulled him into shelter by Leon, Julian and the others, making sure that they were protected by a desk. Both master and dog were bleeding. Alex was too busy focused on helping his dog rather than himself.

"Where's the nearest first aid kit? I need a first aid kit!" Alex shouted.

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#, as written by Tiko
"Just that guy," Leon replied to Thaddeus as he nodded towards the driver who had been stocking the vending machines. "Someone has some explaining to do. Most of those cans were here at least. Whatever is further into the precinct is what was carried in by our own people."

Given that the driver had been stocking the vending machines in the reception hall when the dogs had alerted the place to something being amiss, almost the entirety of the beverages had been contained within the vending machines in the front areas of the precinct and the crate on the counter. Despite Randin's fears, there simply weren't enough officers at the station at this time of morning for more than a handful to have been distributed further inside.

It left the damage largely contained to the front of the precinct where they had been being handed out, and with Marlene having cleansed the immediate area that just left what was carried off by hand, as well as the Legion that had escaped to the upper floors.

Fortunately peoples penchant for drinking the cans obsessively had meant that of the ones that made it deeper into the building only a small number of fewer than a dozen remained intact while the rest had been swiftly consumed as they exchanged hands.

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Shelly grunted her thanks as Thaddeus pulverized the hellhound that wasn't being slowed by her gunfire. After Marlene's purging act she lowered her weapon and stood up. There were no further splashes, no fighting, no gunfire. There was just a handful of officers standing clustered waiting for something to happen while another was yelling for a first aid kit.

Her eyes searched the area, blocking out the scene of gore before them.

"This area is clear," she finally told Thaddeus. "Upstairs too I think. Don't think the drinks made it up there - wait nix that." She furrowed her brow as she tried to sort her head out. "Got one upstairs still."

She eased up her stance, but she didn't let down her guard as she took the moment of reprieve to begin reloading her gun. She couldn't pick up on any further demonic threats in the building, but there were still a few cans further in that were unaccounted for and could pose a threat still.

With Randin's advice, the remaining officers were quickly being suitably outfitted to contend with demonic threats but a question lingered on Shelly's mind as she frowned.

"A word when this is over?" she asked Thaddeus.

Her eyes looked to Randin across the room briefly. She was suspicious how he had managed to know so much as he walked in the front door. Even amid the chaos, Shelly was a detective and that part of her never really shut down.

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Julian's dog was barking and straining on its leash at this point. The animal knew well that there was another demon in the building yet and it seemed keen on getting to it. It was all Julian could do to keep the animal at heel.

He wound the leash tightly around his hand as Leon helped him back to his feet.

Unlike the officers of the WCPD, Julian wasn't trained for these sort of situations. He had endured the trials of Wing City as had every other resident that grew up here, and he could handle a gun well enough, but that was a fair bit different than being here in the thick of things.

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A beam of light preceded Kianna's arrival, and when the light retracted a dozen guns were trained on her from the surrounding police. Had it not been for the infant in her arms, the officers might well have simply opened fire on the woman clad in a T-65 augmented combat skin.

The visor and hood retracted to reveal her face - likely recognizable to many. Though why the Empress of the Aschen was rather abruptly standing in the reception hall of the WCPD was likely beyond anyone's comprehension. For the less politically oriented, she might be better known for her time as a member of the Terran Militia.

"Randin you fucking cock-suck-" she began to spit vehemently before the stench of viscera hit her nostrils.

The room was painted crimson and she was standing on a blood slick floor.

Rather than being revolted, she simply raised a brow.

"Seriously? Is there anywhere in this god-forsaken city that's not being shot up?"

The WCPD had seemed a good choice to bi-frost to, as it was presumably secure, and she could bitch at Randin for his serious lack of forethought in investing in good security despite the universe's penchant for trying to kill him - and apparently people staying in his apartment. It would seem that the WCPD was in the middle of its own crisis though.

The cries of the infant in arm were dying down to whimpers and mewls as it had thoroughly exhausted itself from hours of bawling. It was a moment of bliss. She was standing amid steaming piles of entrails and her only concern was that the fucker had finally stopped wailing in her ear.

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With the threat appearing to have been neutralised, Aiedail's cannons reformed themselves into arms. The android flexed her fingers and relaxed her posture, continuing to scan the area for unrecognised movement, energies and lifeforms. When Kianna appeared in the room, she was one of the many who trained her weapons on the sudden arrival, but as soon as she identified the woman as the Aschen Empress - not to mention the child with her - she lowered them.

She did not speak, instead awaiting direction from her superiors or any developments in the situation.

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Randin growled at the demon lord as he slyly made yet another proposal. How many was this? Three? Four? Time and time again Mammon came to Randin, some new pleasure or fancy dangling from his clawed fingers. First it was power. Then it was safety. Now it was the lives of his friends.

The detective warily eyed the patient Hellhound sitting obediently at Mammon's side. He looked up at the horde of demons still milling around the lobby, a small smile of satisfaction flicking over his jaw as Marlene unleashed a cosmic boom that eliminated most of the standing hounds. Still, with those cans open in the precinct, Mammon would probably just call more. Their efforts were futile unless they could destroy every last drop of that damned drink. Men would die. His friends would die. Randin's eyes flickered to Mammon's outstretched hand, traversed up the clean-cut collar of his suit to the shit-eating grin plastered over his stubbled jaw. No... they didn't have to die. He could stop it. He could end the carnage. All it took was a handshake... just one little handshake and all the blood would end. For a moment, Randin locked eyes with his oldest adversary, perhaps more tempted now to embrace the greed lord's offer than ever before...

...and then the old cowboy just sort of smiled; the calm, wise, reserved smile of a man who is completely at peace with himself. He nonchalantly unholstered one of his magnums and passively leveled it on Mammon's chest.

No fucking way in hell.

A squeeze. Thunder and smoke. The bullet, though doused in holy energy, would pass harmlessly through Mammon's torso, the demon existent nowhere other than in Randin's mind. It would, however, hit the Hellhound directly behind the demon, lodging itself between the beast's eyes and downing it instantly.

"I have a better idea, Mammon," Randin nodded, twirling his gun in his hand and holstering it, "if you're so eager to send me to hell, why don't you meet me face to face?" He grinned. "I'll take us there." His jaw grit. "In the meantime, call off the attack. Reel in your hounds. We've already repelled your attack. You've underestimated the strength of the WCPD. It's time you and I ended this once and for all."

Randin's moment of triumphant badassery was, unfortunately, interrupted as Kianna beamed down to his side, a mewling Darian Jr in her arms. The detective looked at Kianna, first in awe, then surprise, and finally, outrage.

"What the FUCKING FUCK do you think you're doing here Kianna?!" he roared, "do you not see... the blood... demons... explosions... death... FUCK! Get that FUCKING BABY OUT OF HERE! Why didn't you stay at my house?!"

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Too much happened all at once.

One second, everything was going to hell. There were shots being fired, demons being killed, the whole shebang. And the next, just as Saiga had jumped over the table... everything had... stopped. The gunslinger woman looked around, her gun still raised. "What?" she said aloud. "What's going-"

And then that woman, with the crazy armor, who had appeared out of nowhere when the attack had been happening, just went through their level of the department then disappeared.

It was mostly silent, save for a few cries and shouts, but there was only one more shot being fired after Randin was off and speaking to himself. Saiga was so shocked, so confused, that she found herself simply standing there with absolutely no idea on what to do next. She had been a gunslinger in another world altogether. She was good there. Useful there. This... this was something else entirely.

Finally snapping out of her daze at the cry of one officer, she swiftly turned and made her way to the injured Alex. What further boggled Saiga's mind was that he wasn't yelling for himself, but for his dog.

"Hey, hey, hey, calm down, yeah?" said Saiga, trying to figure out exactly where the first aid kits were. She pulled off her jacket, then pressed the clean inside of it to Benji's wounds. "Sir, are you sure, ah... you don't need any help? You're a little injured, y'self."

Meanwhile, Janet had lowered her gun, even at the appearance of Kianna, which shocked her at fist, then angered her right after. She glared at the woman and Randin. There were a lot of things that needed explaining. First of all, why the hell did a woman with a child suddenly appear, and why did Randin know them?

What had been going on in the first place?

Whoever had transferred her to Wing City would rule the day. The place was awful.

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“Skylar, it seems my friend has refused my little offer,” Mammon said. “And a nice group of cops were able to fend off the hellhounds.” The group of men in the gutted truck all loaded their guns with a magazine and checked their pockets for any additional ammo. Their thinking was that they would soon have to jump into the fry, and to their dismay the cops seemed to be pushing back.

Some thought that if what was left of the police department could push back then they might have a real fight on their hands. Of course a good chunk of the thirty cultists wouldn’t make it to the department fight because what was to come.

Without any warning a police cruiser crashed into the beverage truck sending everyone inside the truck through a short trip to hell. A few men were crushed from the impact as the front of the cruiser embedded itself through the trailer wall.

Shards of metal and glass from the cruiser and the sliding doors spayed the other cultists as the impact sent them hauling against the opposite end of the trailer. A few being hit by the impact so hard their own body busted the metal doors and fell out. The others simply nailed the doors as if hitting a hard wall.

When the initial chaos had ended the cruiser sat embedded in the side of the truck’s trailer, which bent it at a one-hundred fifty degree angle and all but tipped it all over.

Mammon picked himself up and began brushing his suit of the dirt and pulled a large glass shard from his shoulder. Hmph, he sighed as he looked at his body with a disgusted expression spread across his face. His suit covered in blood both from his vessel and his cultists.

Mammon looked down to look at Skylar who sat on the bed of the trailer with his back against one of the unbroken sliding doors. Blood dripped from his mouth as he gritted his teeth and held on his his torso with one arm; Skylar’s ribs had broken and glass was embedded in his face.

The dying man looked up at Mammon and tried picking himself up, but couldn’t find enough strength and just fell back onto his ass. “Well, can’t have you dying on the job just yet,” Mammon said. The fallen angel’s hand glowed with a bright light and he gripped Skylar by the arm and lifted him up.

Skylar’s eyes and mouth lit up as he was lifted up off the ground, and he gave out a scream of utter pain and desolation. But when it was all over he was able to stand and was completely healed of his injuries.

“Mother Fucker!” Skylar said. “That hurt like…”

“Hell? That was the point,” Mammon said. “One of these pissants ruined my suit!” Mammon lifted his arms to model his tattered and bloody white suit and pulled out a pair of broken sunglasses from left front pocket. He threw the sunglasses on the ground and kicked down a sliding door on the crushed side of the trailer. “Kill him!”

Skylar picked up an assault rifle from one of the dead cultists and pointed it towards the cruiser and opened fired. The other cultists who had survived the crash soon getting up and doing the same as Skylar. Mammon standing just on the outside of the cruiser waiting for Slim to exit, if he attempted to escape the hail of gunfire, so he could rip the police officer in half.

Inside the Department

For a few minutes the department was made silent because of the actions of one individual, who spent her energy to allow the police officers to have some breathing room. It allowed them all to feel safe among a room filled with defiled corpses and pools of blood, but of course that feeling would fade away for the officers with each passing second.

There were still a few hellhounds tucked away in the first floor vending machines; demonics energies all waiting for the signal to burst from their cans and a legion loose on the second floor. But that was soon to change.

The Legion split itself in two, separating in halves with their own plan and will, for legion is many and has many to spare to accomplish its goal. One black mass rose up into the sprinklers and seeped into the ceiling device until it was completely inside the pipes. The other black mass attacked the lights on the second floor.

They Crushed, tore apart, ripped, smashed, and pulled the plug on all sources of light and even spread itself over all the windows of the second floor. The entire floor black as sin and as evil as hell itself. New horrors that came from Legion now waited upstairs for any foolish officer that ventured up.

But for the first floor there were still horrors to come as the sprinkler system turned itself on. Black rain falling from the ceiling and drenching the entire floor in a sticky black ink that smelled of sulfur and rotting meat.

The corpses that had remained from the poisoned victims, those who didn’t suffer an embedded hellhound, and those who had been killed in the previous battle began to twitch. The dead bodies rose up to their feet, not by their own will but by the will of what now possessed each, their eyes filled in black.

Some smiled, others cried, there was a multitude of emotions expressed on the faces of the corpses as the half legion had split apart into its different demons. A multitude with enough numbers in itself to animate the bodies.

One of the animated corpses looked out toward one of the officers. “Their trapped in their own heads! They all scream in horror at the sights we show them. And whatever pain you inflict on us they feel as well!” the demon said. Tears rolling down its eyes but with a smile that reached from one end to the other.

With that the corpses began their assault on the officers, the demons using the weapons the fallen officers had been using themselves before their demise. The legion of the evil dead fired guns, clawed and grabbed, and took bites at all they could. And with this assault the remaining Hellhounds that had once been hiding away in the vending machines burst from their cans and lunged into the battle.

“Welcome to hell, Officers!” An evil dead shouted drinking the black inky water that continued to spray from the ceiling that was turning into simple water.

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"Yeah well, your apartment isn't much better off," Kianna growled back. "You are aware that you have no security there?" she asked. "Half the galaxy exists to piss on you, and you can't even be fucked to install some decent security?"

Though she might have liked to linger and bitch some more, she decided it prudent to take his advice for the moment. Leaving one battle-zone to step into another didn't leave her any better off. She couldn't fight and protect the brat both.

She threw him a scathing look while she began to plot out some new coordinates, and would be gone in a minute via the same manner that she had arrived in.




With Thaddeus having managed to reign in some semblance of order among the surviving officers, Leon decided he and one of the other officers could be spared for the moment in order to escort Julian down to the lower levels which would be more secure.

Leon took a moment to inform Thaddeus of his intentions before he gestured for Daniel and Julian to join him as the trio moved off to get the politician extracted to a more secure location than in the middle of the firing zone. The trio was well clear of the reception hall and well on their way before the corpses were re-animated.




Shelly meanwhile remained in the reception hall, assisting the officers in whatever capacity she could.

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Slim knew this was how he was going to go out. It was the fate of every Scythian out there, it was how they all wished they could go out, it was a true death. There was something wrong about it though, he could feel it as the erratic beeping of his augmented face as it cleared the ringing in his ears.

It was the wrong side of the law. This wasn't what his race stood for, they were the underdog criminals, not the defiant law enforcers. Slim didn't have time to think as the bullets came his way and brought his extra limbs over his head as they skimmed around him and the car door, tearing flecks of armoured skin off his back and arms, spraying teal ichor all over the inside of the cruiser.

One of them hit home. There was a sound like a brick being smashed as one of the bullets broke though the interlocking plates of carapace guarding his chest. Slim slammed back in his chair. "Wish I'd stayed." Slim choked, leaning forward much to his chagrin to secure the shotgun mounted to the dashboard.

"Azak it."

Slim turned the shotgun to point at the idiot standing outside the car and propped it up on the broken driver side window and fired a conventional buckshot blast his way. He might be indestructible, but Slim could be a hell of a wasp.

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Outside the police station, a ways off not far from the place where Slim had rammed sidelong into the gutted deliver truck. Another figure made itself present. The Maia in question first appeared at some distance, pale purple-blue fire flickered on the edges of Slim's vision as she arrived. Holy energy drifted off the massive winged creature. A loud gutteral warning rang clear. The purple-blue flickery firelight moved closer and got stronger.

The Maia had arrived

The trouble she had sensed drew her directly to Slim, the alien creature with four arms was in dire straits and needed help, any form of help. And so the Maia came. As she got closer to the wreck she withdrew from within the core of herself a shield and when close enough, stuck it between Slim and those firing upon him. She felt and saw the darkness and dark unholy energies within the truck. Light fought darkness.

And so it came to be.


Inside the Police Department John's radio chirped. "Homicides clear boss. One thing we're havin' trouble with is the elevators area. Where's the holy water ?" Dirk asked. John replied "Dunno, check my desk, its not the standard to have around though for me. I'll see what I can do from down here. Keep those knives sharp." He turned his radio off.

Keeping close to Chief Kraggen he spoke, "You're welcome Chief. Did not even see it until my sword connected with it. Ugly little fuck if I do say so myself" He poked at the two halves of the demonic mutt he'd stopped from taking on the Chief from behind. He looked up slightly startled at the crack of a pistol going off, turning he saw Randin, Great, the poor guy never did get a break in recent days did he ? Blacksad felt a ting of pity for the Detective he called a coworker and good friend.

But that was when all hell broke loose, literally. With a fast swing and stab, John slew a former hard working officer of the law and in one swift motion withdrew his sidearm and fired one shot, taking out the guy about to take on Randin from above him. "Randin!!" John yowled out in French, "The fuck did you do this time ?!" John was now quite glad he'd gotten those infinity magazines for his sidearm. He coul fire his 7mm and swing his katana and not have to worry of stopping to reload the weapon.

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Reception Room

"The fuck if I know, Blacksad!" Randin growled, swinging his magnum around, "it looks like Mammon has more tricks up his sleeve then I thought." He charged forward, shoulder checking one of his zombified comrades before his possessed hands could grab hold of a nearby fire ax. Reaching into his pocket, Randin flipped open his Caddy and patched into Thaddeus Kraggen's comm line. With the WCPD chief leading the bulk of the surviving officers to safer passages within the precinct, he'd been cut off from Randin in the reception room. Now that Mammon had raised a horde of necrofiends between them, the main defensive had been effectively cut off from the reception room. The few officers who hadn't joined up with Kraggen in time were in for the fight of their lives.

"Chief!" he roared over the chatter of gunfire, "chief I'm requesting a temporary lift on the lockdown near the WCPD front entrance! I have reason to believe that the suspect responsible for this hay-day is right outside our front door!"

The detective stepped in front of Kianna, intent on protecting mother and child until she could bifrost the fuck out. With zombie-demon-corpses closing in on all sides, things didn't look good. Randin's eyes darted nimbly around the reception room before resting on Janet Sou. He took half a second to assess her before nodding gruffly.

"You," his voice steeled over with iron authority, "my flank. Weapons free. We protect the citizen."

Where the hell was Slim?

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Alex shook his head as someone finally responded to his cry for help. His good hand was drenched in blood from his dog's wound. His injured hand drenched in his own blood. Everything was happening so fast and another attack happened, even scarier than the first as the Hellhounds came back in full force through the sprinkler systems in the police department.

"No. Benji is worse than me. He needs to be seen. I can't lose him. I'll be fine." Alex told the woman as she pressed her jacket into the dog's wound.

"I can't lose him." He repeated, grabbing the first aid kit. He had to stop any bleeding but it was going to be hard when they were under attack and couldn't get the dog to a vet. Most people would have left the dog now. But not Alex. They were partners. The dog whimpered and Alex stroked his head. "It'll be okay boy. I promise." He muttered before pulling back more into shelter.

"Thanks for the help. Do you know why the hell we're under attack or what I can do when I can't see or sense them?" Alex asked the woman. The dark made things even more difficult. It was their worst nightmare.

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When the lights went out, Aiedail instantly snapped back to combat readiness. Though her own functionality was unimpeded by the lack of light, the other officers in this area of the building would not be so fortunate, and so the android was quick to adapt. Her body lit up light a torch, glowing intensely and bathing the room in enough light for the rest of the force to work with. In the same moments, she was registering the twisted revival of the other officers in the room. Things were about to get messy.

With a series of swishes and whirs, Aiedail's entire upper body began to alter its shape, swiftly forming not just a pair of cannons as was her standard combat fare, but rather turning her into a fully fledged mobile weapons platform. A pair of rotary plasma cannons rose from her shoulders, an energy-based minigun protruded from her chest and her arms sprouted a quartet of high-calibre gun barrels each.

People sometimes forgot that Aiedail had been designed as a supersoldier, her cheery demeanour and preference of none-violent solutions distracting from that fact.

Then there were times like this, when they found themselves reminded.

Gunfire swept from the android like a storm of death, bullets embedding themselves in the walking dead and casting them to the ground, plasma and energy bolts searing through them or melting their weapons in their hands. Every shot was fired with pinpoint, calculated accuracy as she turned from one enemy to the next, returning the risen officers to their graves by the bucketload.

She showed no pause or empathy in striking down those that had once been her comrades in the department. Logic dictated that they were no longer who they had once been, and hesitating would only lead to more of those still living being taken.

"Chief Kraggen! Detective Kaye!" Aiedail transmitted directly into the department's communications frequency, as her sensors detected the sudden flare of activity in the nearby parking area. "There has been a collision between vehicles in the parking bay involving a police cruiser and the delivery van for the contaminated beverages! Previously undetected human life-forms within the van have opened fire on a life-form matching the species of Officer Slim!"

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It seemed to be the end of the officer after he was hit with the spray of the assault rifles, and his time grew closer when a few hit home for the poor strong arm of the law. It seemed that way but the officer had lucked out and was spared from the onslaught of the terrorists.

His life saved by a being of celestial energy much like Mammon, but whomever this being was rang no bells for the fallen angel. He couldn’t place a name on the creature no matter how hard he tried to recall all the angelic names in heaven. Quite simply this was no type of angel of heaven he was familiar with.

He continued to look toward the being, able to see it’s true form no matter how much it didn’t wish to be seen, his own celestial energy different but surprisingly similar to the Maia. He reached into his suit’s front pocket and pulled out a cigarette; only to have it blasted out of his hand when a buck shot hit his vessel’s body.

The tobacco spread all over the bloody stump of a hand and hit him in the face and his expensive armani suit was ruined once more by the buckshot and blood. Mammon’s eyes filled with a thick black goo that teared out of his vessel’s eye sockets; his brow wrinkled in such sharp v down the bridge of his nose it seemed his vessel’s skin was going to peel.

“You son of a bitch!” he said. “First the suit and then you blew my cigarette up in my face?” Mammon looked toward the officer. The force field of celestial energy directly in front of him to protect him from the gunfire, but the field wasn’t a bubble that surrounded him on all sides. And with a single painful blink from the officer Mammon moved at a speed faster than what would be possible for physical beings and closed the gap between Slim and himself.

The door was all the stood between him and the officer, but Mammon had no problem shooting his fist through the metal of the wrecked vehicle and ripping the jammed door to the side. Mammon gripped Slim by the throat and pulled him out of the cruiser and held him in the air with one arm while another gripped one of his forearms tightly.

“Six limbs! Like a little bug.” The Fallen Angel said. “Well my little bug how about I rip some of those limbs off?” Mammon smiled and his teeth appeared sharper from before as his smile ripped his vessel’s face as it stretched from ear to ear. He tightened the grip that he had on one of Slim’s forearms and began pulling slowly. Attempting to rip Slim’s arm off slowly and painfully.

Inside the Department

The officers did not hesitate to keep on fighting against their own personal hell, even if the faces of their friends were the masks chosen by their attackers. Though there would be the few that did subcome to the turrents of evil dead that fired guns, swung clubs, and clawed at the police.

And with each death that dead officer would rise to fight against his companions, and these demonic puppets were like the average zombie. A headshot wouldn’t kill the puppet, and cutting the head off wouldn’t stop the body from attacking, not while these functioned with demonic energy in them.

If the officers wanted a chance to stop these creatures they would have to cut down the ethereal demon inside or make sure it was physically impossible for the body to resume its attack. And many of the officers did an excellent job of this as they blasted away at the bodies with their energy weapons.

The demonic darkness remained upstairs blocking out all light from the outside from entering. And fighting alongside the army of evil dead were the last few invisible hellhounds from the vending machines. The Hellhounds biting, barking, and ripping with their claws anyone that did not watch their backs or were forced away from groups by the demonic zombies.

All struggles look their darkest before one can finally find a sliver of light that indicates the end of the proverbial tunnel.