For the first time in quite some time, all the major players have returned to Coventry. There are some allies you have missed along the way, individuals who could have either helped or hindered your quest. Perhaps you'll meet them another time, in another place. Of course, that all assumes that you live to tell the tale, that you survive this latest round of horrors. For some of you, this is your first tragedy. And for others, it may begin to appear that this is the life you were born into--a life of being hunted by the shadows, struggling to make it to the next day.
But for now, let the illusion of safety remain.
The runaway girl stared at Carolina with an air of frustration for a moment, locking eyes with her. As Carolina drives by the girl, she'll note that she appears to be oddly familiar, as if she had seen her once before. It's a
face Carolina won't quite be able to put her finger on, until it'll come to her. Maggie Fey Avaron, a well known actress who primarily does reality TV, recently did an exclusive interview about her rebellious daughter. They hadn't been able to get her daughter to appear, but Avaron had brought a photograph with her--a photograph of the girl Carolina just passed on the way to Coventry.
Now, Carolina's phone is perhaps a more pressing matter. While it has signal one minute, the signal abruptly vanished. The clouds in the sky had begun to darken and grow more voluminous as well, with rain beginning to pick up. Perhaps a cell tower had been damaged in what appeared to be a quickly growing storm? Either way, she won't be getting any calls through.
Aloise didn't move her weapon at all, continuing to aim at Darren.
"He died in Altsoba," Aloise explained, not batting an eye at Darren's use of her nickname.
"The devil killed him. You don't just shake that type of death off." In fact, Darren's use of a pet name for her only strengthened Aloise's resolve. They hadn't been intimate in years, having broken up before Altsoba. Only a shifter or another type of creature would make that type of mistake. Besides, Aloise had learned that Darren had a thing for the British girl before he died.
"He's likely the one that's been causing all of this mess--a shifter and a demon working together is new, but not impossible." There was something unspoken amongst Aloise's words. It was a request for proof, proof that Darren really was Darren. Every hunter who came back from the dead inevitably went through that ritual, proving that iron and salt didn't harm them, that holy water did nothing, and so on until every other explanation was ruled out. It wasn't wise to refuse--as otherwise, they'd end up dead once more, but this time at the hand of a friend.
Of course, there really was a creature in there with the others. As Daniyal invited Mallory into his body, it would feel as if his insides were coated with liquid nitrogen. An uncomfortable, even painful chill surrounded him, until his body would begin to feel distant. It was like a dream where you were helpless but to watch your own actions. His hands moved and wrapped the cloak around himself, dropping the hood on top. As the hood lowered, the last bit of control Daniyal had vanished.
Thank you for letting me in, Mallory thought, communicating to Daniyal wordlessly. Daniyal's hand shot out and a large ebony scythe appeared, with inscriptions covering the blade. When Mallory spoke, it was with Daniyal's voice, but there was a hint of something ancient to it as well.
"The person you seek is no longer here," Mallory said sternly, removing Daniyal's arm from Eudora's grasp. She was in full control of his body, possessing him.
"The Mullo is coming. You must prepare yourselves," Mallory added. Though only known to Daniyal, Mallory had no intentions of helping his friends.
Mallory is a kumakatok--her purpose is to warn individuals of coming death. Her attention is not to prevent tragedy, merely to foreshadow it.
Folly glanced over towards where the flaming doorway was, uncertain what to make of it. While Thalia would sense it for what it was--another point of damage in time--Folly was clueless. It reminded her of how she had first found the wardrobe, when she had been running from her father, fearing for her life. Was this another portal to another world, another place, another time? Biting her lip, Folly thought on it until someone voiced it aloud.
"The fire of Coventry," Fairfax whispered. He was too transfixed by the amazing scene to notice Daniyal's possession. Science was Fairfax's love and passion--and here was another opportunity to learn more about it. To him, magic was simply science that was not yet understood. "In 1691, one of Amiyra's ancestors burnt this town to the ground. It's the only recorded mass fire as of, erm, 1929..."
Cecily glanced up at Thalia for a moment as the woman approached her, looking a bit helpless and lost. All solid material (nonorganic) near her was slowly turning to liquid. It was creating puddles around her and she wasn't sure what to do. None of this was making any sense and if anything, she felt like running away at that moment.
"That's where the Mullo is, then," Folly replied to Fairfax. If that was the legendary fire caused by a gypsy curse, then it had to be it. She had grown up with Romani folklore stories and she recognized the word. It was a deadly creature, akin to a vampire.
They would have to fight for their lives once more.
