“And since when could the Jaws talk?”
"Beats fucking me," Madison shrugged as she was a bit floored by the thing herself. "Usually he doesn't say a damn thing, but something about the Outsider..."
The Jaws didn't have fond memories of the Outsider... still, Madison had no clue what was even going on. Lyss, naturallly, had more of an idea of the situation or the Outsider than her, but Madison's only goal was saving her friends.
"Is just straight booking it outta here off the table? I could fly two of ya' out here if it's not. But hell it's a tight squeeze."
For once Quinn almost had a smart idea. Almost. They had to get the fuck out of here... the place was probably going to be crawling with cops any second now. What was worse was that Madison was probably out of a fucking job. Good fucking grief. Maybe they can go beat up Blake Schmidt and get a few months' worths of rent out of him. Yeah, that sounded like a great idea right now. Madison crossed her arms as she looked at Quinn and shrugged.
"... My whip's right out back," Madison flatly said, "We don't need to summon any monsters or any other weird shit." She shrugged.
Frederick nervously unlocked his phone and handed it to Lyss and the first thing that she saw was his background. It was Frederick posing naked in front of a Confederate flag. On hard. Okay, he admitted that he fucked up... but right now, for the sake of his penis. He should just shut up and agree with the spooky ho's terms and get this over with. Maybe they'd be able to stop the Outsider. Maybe he'd be able to get high again.
"Okay! Whatever you say!" Frederick knew he was gonna get high again and then forget.
However, the Jaws manifested again when Lyss addressed them and in the same way as usual; three skulls with three long snake-like necks. They faced Lyss as they spoke,
"Recovering is ideal," One spoke.
"However," The second head continued.
"The Outsider is cunning,"
"Devious,"
"She will most likely reach full power,"
"Before the sunrises,"
"However, because you completed our rite,"
"We are obligated to lend our power to you,"
"Regardless of how poorly you utilize it,"
"Or other poor decisions you make,"
This was all true, but right now... Madison knew that assembling the Coven would be near impossible. And not just that... she glanced over to Quinn and Izzy... they were fucking wasted. They needed to sleep off this liquor - and so did Madison herself. They should risk it. And maybe they can get their DENS friends involved in this. Speaking of which...
Madison grabbed onto Lyss's upper arm as she looked her in the eyes as she said, "It's nice and dandy we got a plan, but we gotta go."
She shook her head as she looked at this really fucked up scene. Then said to the Coven as a whole.
"Ya'll better get ready to pile on each other," Madison started as she started walking up the stairs, "Ya'll better have your entire crew with you because I'm out of here."
Madison lead the Coven out the back door of the club before they all hopped in her car and sped off... she could hear the sirens in the distance and sigh in relief.
It was a simple meeting... for the young lady that was one of Blake's many sugar babies. She was a young nineteen-year-old woman with shaggy, short, brown hair, and green eyes. She wasn't that curvy but Blake liked them in all shapes and sizes. She applied lipstick to her lips in the back of the Uber... even though it's about to get very smudged. She showed up at the usual spot; the Emperor Hotel. And then she shrugged as she said her goodbyes to the driver and then stepped out of the car and into the building. She stepped into the elevator to the top floor... as Blake liked having sex on the top floor. Something about being above everyone else or something - whatever, her bank account was filled up either way.
Stepping up the top floor, she made her way to the number one room and it was ajar like Blake said it would be. There was a strange orange glow coming from behind the door, but that definitely had to be candles. She stepped inside as she announced herself, "Blake, I'm he-" The orange glow was definitely not candles. It was these strange glowing sigils on the walls and floors and she stopped. With other women bound and gagged on the ground.
She heard a rustling behind her as she could barely feel the napkin being pressed against her face and then nothing.
The final sacrifice dropped on the floor as Blake sighed and wiped the sweat off his head. They were scrambling around on the floor, wiggling like worms! It was sad that Blake had to do this to them, but with the power, he was looking for... he'd have everything he wanted and more. Still, part of him wanted to have one more bang with his sugar babies before he had to bid them goodbye. Blake had to do this himself since those vampire junkies were worthless and he didn't know what he was expecting. For them to be able to find their ass with two hands?
However, the Outsider came through the wall and the wall shifted like it was a puddle of water being disturbed by the smallest pebble.
"̶̼̰͎̭̯̽̽̒H̸̨̢̼͚͛͊̓͌͐̕e̶̡̞͊l̸̢̲̲͉̉l̶̡̝̘͉̜̮͓̋͝ö̷̧̢̭̟̩̥́͒͗͆͘ͅ ̸̟̘̱̙͌̀́̐̀͝m̸̨̹̟̱̙̖̽̂̌y̴̡̢̧̛̜̺̩̺͐̑̂̇ ̷̦̘͍͚̒̂̅̊̐̇̅f̶̳̳̠̥̪̬́̔̈́r̸̨̛̩̺̤͊̏͐̎ͅḭ̵̧̑̏̆̓̚ͅë̴̡̨̘͙̩̹̟́̀̀̐̿̒̕ṋ̶̢̢̝̬̊͛̓d̴͍̝̈́̏͝,̵͍̭͂̿͆ ̸̖̙̯͙͍̊ḫ̸̳͕͎̈́͛̕ǫ̶̝̪̲͎̑̏̄̑͂͒̑ẁ̷̠̯̠̫̜͑̊ ̷̤̲̟̄͒ī̶̩̽͠s̸͈̩̠͈̞͐̅ ̸̱͐̈́͂̀͆p̶̪̭̻̥̞̮̤̈́́̚ṛ̶̈̒̎o̶̧̨̢͉͖̞͐̓̏͠g̷̣̉ŗ̷͓̩̱̻̈̔́͐̊͌ḛ̵̾͌̐̚s̸̜̞͈͖̪͎͎̀͂̊͆̆͌̌s̶̢̢̛͓̲̹̞̍͐̃̽ ̵͉̠̩̲͚͆͑c̸̢͍͚̤̝͗͌͐ͅo̵̡͍̗͕̝̲͈̾̽̂̌̍m̵̼̞͕̱͉͇̆͗̾̕î̸̤͓̎̎͛͐͘̕n̶̡̟͛͌́̏́̉̕g̴̳̩̝͆?̵̲͔̮͇͎̈́͑̈͜"̵̙̩̬̗̭͊
The Outsider looked around and smiled.
"̶̡͒A̷̝̮̞̓̐̾ĥ̵̗͖̪̮̹͕h̸̭̠̤̮̄̍̍͊͝.̴͍̠͇̍̀̾̀͠.̸̨̨̬̺̗̹̞̾̂̑̓͒̈́.̴̢͍̳̠̗̬̏̀̽͊̽͋̚͜ ̷͍̘͐͜y̵̗͆̉ơ̵̤̙̐͒̌̓̂ư̵̡̒͂̽'̶̧̗̳̬̗̇ͅv̸̤̦̞̲̯̓ę̷̢̼̼̤̣̞̑͂͛ ̵̳̗̤͚̝̅̊͛͝͠d̵͈̫̀̀̈̽o̵̡̪̼̪̣͎͎͂n̶͖͙͐ë̴͎̯̭́̍̽̊͜͝ ̶͉͎̲̍͛́̈̐w̷̨̧̟͕͉̩̟̏̅̔͒e̸̬͔͕͔͓̿̀͊̕͘l̷̗̖̰̻̆̑̕͜ͅͅl̶̳̼̼̟̭͆͠.̴̻̈́̓̊̂̉ ̴̨̮͖̗̎̈́̄̑̚V̷͎̆͘͜͜͝ę̵̫̫̘͙͑r̴̡̢̬̗̭̂̈̐ỵ̷̢͎̮͈̼̙͒̀͐ ̷̨̩̻̘̆̿ŵ̵̺̒̈́e̷̢̛̅̂͊ļ̵̗̺͇̽͐̓͠l̶̻̬͈͉̺͉̠͒̉̏.̵̝͐̾̓̓̋͝.̵̭̻̽̑̆͂͊͠.̶̛̙̻̣̉̀͘͜͝ ̶̣̮͆̎t̶̹́͂͐̿͑̓h̵̨̺͖̬̤̭̍́̊ͅǐ̴̧̱̉͘͘s̸̹͈̎͋͆̍ ̴̻̖͔̋̎̒͊ͅŝ̵̨͉̞̼̭̓̇̐͌̎h̶͉̽̋̔̊o̷̮̲͔͆͠ͅu̷̢̡̼̠̥̒l̶̛̯̘̈̃̊̽̚d̷̞̫͛͆͂̌̀͋̀ ̴̢̻͓̣͂̎͋̒̾͘͜b̷̼̥̱̺͈̈́̐́̚ḕ̴͕͎̲͗͊̈́̀ ̷̰̯̊e̴̯̼̬̍̂͛̐̇̕n̸̳̹̗͔̥̩͎̎o̵̜̠̒̈́͜u̶͍̫̯̥̽̈̔̑g̵̠̗̐̃͋h̷̬͇̑̐̀̈́͐͝ ̵̨͔͇̗̗͐̇̃̓̔̉͝ͅf̴̧͈́͝õ̶̠͚̗̰̮͂̎̄͐̽͜ṙ̷̰̗͛ ̴̧̝̗̙̰͗m̸͚̞̣̂̇͘ĕ̶̟̟̊́͗̇̽̕ ̷̢̙̓̄̇t̸̨̨̛̪̞͇̫̔͐̏̒̅͋o̵̫͛̓̀́͌ ̷͔̲̋̂͋̿͝r̶̨̜̣̙̮̗̦͐̄̍̈́͘é̴̤͚̈͛͑̾̔a̷̘̖̘͊̉c̴̛͓̆͊͑̌̄h̶̨̙͇̤̭̫͑̽̽̇̀͆̈͜ ̷̤̻͌͋̍̆f̶̨̛̮̠͎͗̇̇̈́͝ų̵͙͖̪́l̶̜̝̹̗̟̭̈́͛̓̅͑͝ͅļ̴͈̻̙̭̊͆ ̵̜̱̔͛̓̑p̷͕͔͖͋͂̚ơ̷̞̰̐̐̍̿ẃ̵͇̄̀̈́ͅe̵̪̱̿̔͌r̷͙̉̾̔̓.̴̧̢̘͚̦̭̔̌̂͑͘͝͝"̸̢͓̣͎̦͔͌́̅͂̋̉̋
The Outsider floated forward before stopping and looking at Blake.
"̷̢̢͙̻̩̟͎̀.̶̛͚̝͉̹.̴̓̀̈́̍͘͘ͅ.̸̭̣͌̒ ̶̡͎͎̝̤̞̿Ḭ̸̼̣͕̄ ̴̨̲͕̊̀͜w̵̞̟̹̋̐̌̚̚ọ̶͍̖̤͎̪͖͌͐͌̎̍̄̄u̶̧̱̞͇̤͙̣̔̉́̌̏l̷̛̹̼̠̮̥͕̂̒̔̓̐ͅd̸͕͉̱̭̀̈̋̍͗ ̵̨̟͕̻͈̗͋h̴̻̰̻͈̀͑̀͊̄ả̵̡̛̩̲́̀̚v̴̦̯̼̳͉̌̏̿̂͐̌e̶̘̕ ̴̤̬̥̗̝̃̒̉͘̚̚͜r̸̢̢̰̥̹̥̂͛̈́e̷̥͖̽̂̄͝c̴̰͖͔̟̜̪̾̽̽͂̓̈́͝ͅǒ̴̞̰̫͎͙͖̿́͆̓̆͝m̶̢̛̠̭͔̠͈̀͊̀̃͘̚ͅm̶̝͛͗̄̉́͘͝è̴͇͙̮͓͒̓͛̈́͜͝͝ņ̶͚̖̌̌̀̏͊͐d̵͎̝̜͓̖͙̑͐̕ͅë̴͉̯̙͓̤̹͉́̾̈́͑̀d̵̢̰̤̱̹̘̾́̓̈̀̚͘ ̷̧͓̳͖̂̆̓́̈́̽̕ã̵͚̌̌̆̈̓ĝ̸̨͇̗̲͌̌̎̉͂͝á̸̙͓̊͂̚̚͝ͅį̸̨̺͓̼̲͋̽̽ͅņ̵̗̫̎͛̑́̀̊͂ś̷̼̟̙͍̭̼̔̏ͅt̵̖̋̈́̓͗̆̓̚ ̶̺͎̳̩̮̪͕̍́͗̀͝ḻ̷̦̤̥̙̣̅ë̸̳͙͚́͘à̶̡͕͉͕̽͝v̴̥̟͐̍̋̍͛̋͝i̶̧̢͈̜͕͓͆̆̉̚n̶̪͉͈̬͓̫͂̓͛̚g̷̝̲͕̀͌̉͒̅ ̶͙̍̄ȁ̴͕͙ ̶̝̻̜̥͆̉̆̈́͘͘ț̴̥͔̝̤̘̋r̶̩͂̃̄a̵͖͉̗̺̋͂͜ȋ̶̧̨̯̳̇ͅl̶̮̜͇̮̀͜͝͠ ̸̗̞̽d̴͉̑̈́̈́ͅī̴̯̳̟͇̭̬͍̈́̉̀̚͠ṟ̶̼͛̕͠e̶̜̪̥̲̅̕͝c̵̘̆͘t̷̤͔͈͓̥̗͗͌͐̽̾̄̕͜l̷̙͠ͅy̵̟̱̥̩͙̘͛͒̊̐̍ ̷̡͈̳͇͈̟̥͋̓̈t̵̠̲͓̲̄͗̽̈́͂̑o̶͖͎͊̈́̾͐ ̴͓̮̬̟̝̝͕͐̊̈̒̾͊̋y̷̬̱̤͔̏̀̍̊̄́̕ọ̶̰̯̅͋̌̆̽̅͂u̴̧̲͉̿͜ŗ̴̲̬̙̣̎̃̂̆̓ş̵̢̢͕̤̯͒̎̂̊͆ẹ̵̢̢͓̰̆̿̿ḷ̷̨͓̬̜͙̗̇͐͑̽̅̋f̷̭̖̻̜͔̽,̸̢̡̳͉͍̗̳̽̆ ̸̙͇̹̯͍̂̑̒̈́̚ͅh̶̩͍̠̺̖̳͑̾̆ͅǫ̵̥͓̙̟̱̟͑ẁ̸͉̊̄̍͊̕ȩ̴͚̮̦͐̊͠v̶̩̈̇͋̍̀͠ẽ̴͚̬̿̊͠ŕ̷̭.̵̧͙̳̬̙̣͑͋̽̋̿̍͠ ̸̧̯̩̖̥̜̂̉̀͠B̶̨͈͇̉͐̏̓̄̚u̸̡̡̬̬̭͂̀͗̾͝ṱ̶̋̃̌͜,̷͚̀̾́ ̴͔͔̬̲̳̆̒͝ȉ̷̗̇̐t̸̝̹͖͈̜̩͌͝ͅ ̴̺̼̻̓s̴̡̡͚̙̘̩̿͋̈́̈́͛͛͘ḫ̴̟̜̅͌̒̆o̵͖̞̳̓̀͠ù̴͓̞͓̓͊l̵̨̜̕ď̵͉͍̤̰̹̥͂̂̈́͜n̸̦͉̦͈͐̄̾̓̚͝'̷͍̤͚͙̘͓͂̑t̶̪̯̖̞̐͝ ̶̧̝͚̖̈̇̌m̶̪̏́̆͐̈́͐͋ǎ̵̧̗̫̙ṯ̷̣͍̝͇̮̒̔͂̔̐̑͘t̷̟͚̫͉͎̪̀̑͒̐̒ẽ̶̳̪̺͕̱͂r̶̨̙̱̾͛͗.̵̨̢͉̘̭͓͈̄̉̈̈"̵̼̲̏̑̈̎̽̇̕
Doh. Blake thought to himself. "... You aren't planning on betraying me once you get to full power, right?"
"̵͔̀̈́̀̉̓O̸̡͚͓̿f̶̧̧̫̪͚͙̃̚ ̷̦͆̑̋̀͊ͅc̸̢̨̡̱̣̥͔̔͂ọ̶͔̫͇̟͖̃͆̄͋͊ủ̸̡̢̘̗̌͊̐̌̌r̶̪̦͕͈̘̠̄̇͗̕s̷̛̥͓̘̦̼͋͗̀͛ͅę̵̘̫͇̗̥̿̈́͛̂͑͜͝ ̷̤͚͙̩̖̞͖̀͑̑̽̆̉n̷̗͉͉̗̦̠̈̓̒͑͆̃͝o̵̩̺̲̺͔͌̈́ͅt̶̰͍̣̣͖̥͑!̷̗͍̥̌ ̷̳̱̈́̐͂Ǐ̵͉͇̟̎ͅ ̸̛͉͆̾̄̒̀̀w̵̩͇̭̪͚̺͙̓̉̚à̵͚̙̬͍̊̈́͝ͅs̸̛̤̹͔̙̹͓̞ ̵̞̬͚̙̣͖̗̒ṭ̷́̈́̍̒̍̈́̌r̵͎̠̹̉̿̀͆̊̚a̶̹̝̮͉̒̑͒̔̈̌̕p̶̱͔̘͇̞̰̻͒̌́̄̈͒p̴̹̦̈́̋̈́̍̽͗͜ę̷̼̬̃̊̃̅͘d̸̡̳͈̼̂̓̒̈́̋͆̀ ̴̡̗̼̦͌́͌i̵̙̓͝n̵̛͇̙̲̻͇̥̈̀̑̓͂̌ ̴͔̩͈̹̺̝̣͋ẗ̴̩̻̥̼̠́̉̈́̎̊ḩ̴́e̵͔̗͖̲͉̔͑́̔ȑ̸̦͕̼̰͉̝͖̌̔e̸̼͎̣͂̆̄ ̴̞̀́f̴̢̥̯̹͐ơ̴͇͇̘̰͖̙͂͋́ŗ̷̘͇̞̠͔̠̃͝ ̴̘̺͍̈̐̓͜͠ẻ̴͖̼̏̔o̵͚̗̔n̶̝̺̲̗̝̹͐͆͘s̷͇͗̂̓̄̃͋͝ ̴̨̱̭̝͝ͅͅa̴̡̛̔̏̇̍n̴̨̳͈̹̤̼̒̇̂̏̀͝͝d̴̜̮̮͙͈͋̂̀̋̌͘ ̵̢͎̻̟͔͍̞̆͛̓͝I̷̳̅̃ ̸̰̰͖̗̻̫̉̎̚a̷̳̯̋̕p̵̯̦͛̿p̴͉͔̟̝̲̪̐̾̀̇̈͝r̴̠͙̭̼̼̽̈́͋ḙ̷͚̱̣̽c̵̡̪͎͂̒̽̐͊̒̉ḯ̶̡̭̗̺͍͙́̔à̸̫͈̖̲͌̾̂̌̈́͜ţ̵̝̻͂͂͜ȩ̵̱̳̠̱̍͛̐͌̓́̈́ ̵͖̖͖͌̌̑̒́̈́͝y̸̤͈̜̻͉̤͋̓̎̕͝ơ̸̧͕͓̖̾̒́͗ͅu̴̧͇̪̱͇̗̝͛͛̀̃ ̵̛̞͉̯͚̤͝f̸͓̠̺̠̝́o̶̩̯̯̱̼̭̾̃͂̌́̋͠ṙ̸̡͇̀̂̇̌ ̴̺̣̝͉͉̤̓̊̐̃ȑ̸̹̭̙̰̦̮͈͆̇̌ę̵͎̠͚̗̰͋̎l̷̠͔̀̈́̅̏ę̶͕̮͉̦̤͊͑̅͂̚͠͠ͅa̷̫̹͙͑̿̚͝ş̸̪͖̀͌̈́̿̌̊͝ͅį̵̈́̂̊̉̆͋n̶̙̩͈͇̔̈͆͑͜͝ģ̶͔̘͔̹̳̻͝ ̴̰͓͈̫̻̅̆̕͝m̵̙͈̾e̵̠̹̓̀͒̐̈̂̋!̵̢͘ͅ ̵̢̜̥̞̏͆͑͑͑͑͛Ą̶̡̥͉͔̏͌l̸̬̞͠s̶͍̓́͝ŏ̴͎͎̠̘̮̄͋̕ ̵͕̪͍̏̾̔̎͗̓̓ỳ̴̢̮̥̄̇͠ó̶̺̥͓͋̉͘u̴̹͚̦̩̱̩̒̌'̸̲̬͙̹̬͐̀̃r̶̺̞̿̀͂͑̿e̷̹̻̾͛̊̈́̓̈́͒ ̴̟̾͌̈͜͝͝a̵̡̗̜̳̋̎́͐́̚͝ͅs̶̨̼̺͍͇̜̀̓̊̂̎̀k̶͇̻̞͓̥̹͘į̵̔͛̅̂̊́͊n̵̢͎͆͊͗̏̑̔̃ͅg̵̜̼͚̰̠̀͝ ̴̻̳̮̒͂̋t̴̤̃̑͑͑h̷̨̙͍̹͚̺̰͆͒́̋͘̕a̴̛͙͔̥͎͔͉͛̌t̴̞̮̺̝̕ ̴̞̦̬̇̂͠q̴̲̺͊͂̃̿̋ų̶͎͇̋̌è̵̙͙͇͌̉̇̔s̴͈͂̾͑͝͝ț̷̋̇̆̀̏i̴̟̟̪͖͌̊̉͗̀͊̈́͜o̶̢̘̠̺͖͂n̶͖̙͕̐̊̉̚ ̸̛̤̻̯̾͌͒f̶̢̢̩͆̈́̌̏͝á̸͎́̎͝r̵͚͙̰̦̮̓́̇́̍̽̕,̸͕͉͎̪̊͑͠ ̵̢̰̯͓̰͙̣̈́͗̾̓̈́͝f̸̧̱͙͓̠̳͓̌a̷̡͐̍̅̇́͠r̴̨̞̹̾̉̔̋̚͜ ̴̹̉̾͋t̴̖̜̮̣͇͓̓͊ờ̴̛̙͛̂̀̈́ȍ̸̭̒̀ ̶̈́̍͆̆́ͅl̵̯̣͚̀̏͗̆͠à̸͖̙̠͓̊̔̀̚ţ̴̫̞͊̃̏ẽ̵̡̦͇̲̈́͗͂̓.̶̧̡̪̱̯̗̦̊"̸̩͚̆̈́̋̌͗́̚
The Outsider walked over to the nearest sigil and then touched it with her finger-tipped and began laughing as the women were engulfed in an orange light... and the Outsider began glowing. She stopped laughing as she felt powerful. She turned towards Blake with a burst of menacing laughter as Blake started regretting his decision. The Outsider began to float over towards him as he took a step back. And this kept going on until there was nowhere else to go - the wall had completely stopped him. He slumped down as the Outsider took over him - still laughing like a maniac. She stuck her hand out towards him as his heart was racing so fast that he was sure that he was about to have a heart attack.
"̶̨̛̬͈̙͈̀̋̐͜.̷̧̳̘͙̝̻̯̈́.̸̨̗̠̮̹̀͝.̸̧̻̹̝͛̈́́͛͋͂ ̶̤͎̊͗̈́͆̆͌W̸̛̟̣͔̬̦̋̌̈͜͠h̷̢͍̩̰͋͆̿͛a̵̯̥͊͐͝t̷̡̾̏̊͒͘'̶̧͕̰̗͖̆͗͜s̶̜̭̪̎̐̈́̏͌̍ͅ ̷̀̀͜ý̴͍͇̙̰͜o̴̩͙̼͗ͅu̸̹̖̙̹͗̉͗̑͑̀̕r̴͚͈̳̣̳̘̉͝ ̸̧̘͖̥̯̳̦̂̎̔̓͊f̴̧̖͙̣̥̥̔̉̉͐̇̂̚i̶̧̲̜̮̦͍̎͒̋̃̑̚ͅr̷̊͒͜͝͠s̴̢̙͍͗͊̎ṱ̴̛̀͗͗̌̐͝ͅ ̷̞̬̮̯̓̈́̑̓̃̀͠č̷̡̲̯̬̜̄͊͊̏ͅő̶̗̙͐ṃ̸̤̠̗̭̦̈́̂͐͒m̶͚̹̬̹̰̩̖̄̕͠ą̸̛̻̹͙́̾̀̈́̂͝n̷̡̼̠͖̪͉̏̎͗d̶̗̥̆̈́̊̕,̸̧̼̭͎̼̲̩̎́̑ ̷͇̇͂f̴̧̛̝̰̥̙͓̄̃̆̈́r̷̹̩̳̄̈́i̴͇̖̪̰̺̓̊e̷̳̫̒̄̔͝n̷͈̮̼̣̻͙̒͂̑͐͛͜ḍ̸̄́?̷̨̱̟̻̝̑̌̉"̴̫̹̹̤̆͌͑̓̓
The Outsider stopped laughing and tilted her head with a catty smile on her face. As she asked the question, and then Blake sighed out of relief. Before he smiled deviously.
"... Destroy the Coven."
The Outsider laughed again.
"̸̧̫̀̌̈Ȃ̶̩̘̗̻̦͛͐͒̕n̷̢̹̮̦͈̯̈́̋̿̂̊̌y̶͕̼̹̦͈̔̔̄̌̅ẗ̵̖̹̖̭̖͔̩́̈̂̈́̅͘h̷̯̊̈́̽̚͝i̴̢̬̣̮̩͗n̵̡̨̞̰̣͎͂̿̋́͛͒̈́g̴̡̞̜̹͐͋ͅ,̷̣̱̻̺̗̬̎̊͆̚ ̵̛̗̃̿̇̄ͅf̷̧̯̝̘͊͂̋̅͂͝r̴̟͇͔̭̹̈́͑̉͛͆ͅi̴̡͕͎͐̐͛e̵͓̞͐̀͛̏͝n̵̻͔͚̦̍̂̏͐́͌d̸̦̜̻̈̊͜͠.̴̱̗̰̭̐̋͝"̸̧̗͇̹̼̊
Reading the pamphlet, the homeless lady that received the kindness of the two Forgiven finally followed the trail and decided to visit their party. It was a rainy, cold, and miserable night and she couldn't take it any further. North of Tampa, in the town Hillsborough, bordering the edge of the place was a massive mansion with a gate around it. She walked up to it and the gates were wide open... and naturally, she went up to the door and knocked on it hard as she could. She had to because she could hear the music would drown it out... however, the doors opened wide open and it revealed Savannah. She smiled at her.
"Oh, I remember you," The homeless woman was unsure of how true that statement was but her tone made sure it was perfect. "Come on in!" Savannah grabbed onto her hand and pulled her in.
The Homeless woman saw the large crowd of people merely just talking to each other, drinking punch (or she hoped it was punch). Children were playing and people of all ages and sizes and it looked peaceful, fun even. She sighed as she had to stay strong and remember what she was here for. However, Savannah would never let her go as she carried her to the center of the crowd and just announced.
"Hey, we got a new friend!"
And suddenly she was crowded with people, smiling... and touching her.
"Oh hey, what's your name?" Someone asked.
"... Susan." She answered.
"Your hair looks so nice,"
"Are you homeless? Poor thing."
"Let's get you cleaned up."
"Get you some food, too."
And Savannah grinned as she took a few steps back.
However, Susan was being... overwhelmed by the affection... everything started spinning as she felt something wrong. Her stomach felt weird. She felt hungry. More hungry than ever before as her stomach loudly rumbled but there was something wrong. She focused on the woman with short blonde hair that looked pretty good for being an older woman. She... was gorgeous. However, Susan's attention was directly on her as she felt stranger than ever before. She found herself closing the distance.
Everything went blank.
A scream pierced the room.
Susan lunged for the blonde-haired lady and chomped down on her throat... and ripped it out with her teeth. Blood splattered everywhere as everyone took steps back from Susan, but it was... tasty. The blood tasted better than anything Susan had ever eaten. And she couldn't help but take it further as she lunged on the woman and tore open her rib cage with odd strength as she noticed herself... changing. At least for one instant, she noticed, the rest of her attention fell on the woman's delicious insides as she pulled out her lungs and jammed them into her mouth. Then her heart was crushed between her claws as she drained the blood into her gaping mouth.
There were screams as the people began savagely eating each other alive the same way that Susan did her the rest of them did as the place was transformed into an absolute blood bath. The door creaked open... and a person in a black robe and deer skull walked in. She observed the massacre as she took steps forward and with each step she took the rest of the maneaters that she had just created walked moved away. There was one person that was not a man-eating monster, nor was being attacked.
Savannah.
She was hauling ass towards the backdoor the second it started but Annabelle began running on all fours as she charged through the crowd of monsters. Annabelle crashed through the back door as she caught Savannah in the yard. The two locked eyes for a second as Savannah pulled out her berretta and unloaded it on the monster. Some of the shots missed but most of the clip went into the humanoid abomination. And didn't do anything to stop her. Savannah was taking steps back as Annabelle was closing the distance... and she tripped over something and fell directly on her back. Annabelle stood over her and was quick to rip her stomach open with her claws and yanked out her intestines.
Savannah screamed as she tried to tug for them back.
"... Quit the act," Annabelle seethed from beneath the mask. "You're less human than I am."
She yanked out more of Savannah's intestines as she got closer, before asking.
"Where is Saul?"
"... Unfortunately, you will not be harming Saul or Savannah, demon," A voice spoke from behind Annabelle... and she immediately whipped around as she didn't hear anyone approaching. It was a figure in a white robe... with golden accents on it. Annabelle let go of Savannah's guts as she faced this... thing. Whatever it was, it was giving her a horrific feeling. Like something that shouldn't exist, but does. "He's under divine protection."
"... Me-Messiah?!" Savannah choked out before she coughed up more blood. She pulled her intestines back in.
"Now, just who in the hell are you?" Annabelle asked as she faced the thing... walking circles around him. "You're their Messiah?"
"Correct, I'm their Messiah," They spoke with a strange flatness that sounded like a combination of a little girl and a little boy's voice. "However, I am Mother's most loyal servant and I have a special title for abominations like yourself to use. You may refer to me as..."
They turned both of their palms upwards.
"... The Speaker."
A tendril came out of both of their hands that looked like it was made out of embers and orange light and it launched Annabelle across the yard directly into a tree. It was a loud crash as the tendrils faded away. The being in the hood turned towards Savannah and spoke.
"Flee."
Savannah put her intestines back into her body as the wound quickly sealed itself shut... and she immediately got up and took off like nothing ever happened.
"I'll fucking kill you and whoever the hell else stands between me and him!" Annabelle hissed as she began to transform... into something even less human. "So, let's go you bastard!"
"Well, you just killed a few hundred people coming here..." The Speaker trailed off as they watched Annabelle's form grow massive, "... You're nothing more than a wild animal. I expected nothing less coming from the False Light."
Annabelle's massive claw collided with the ground so hard that it created a miniature crater and the Speaker sighed.
"Come now," They started. "... Let's get this over with."
Annabelle let out an ear-piercing roar as she lunged at the Speaker and the Speaker merely chuckled.
The day was honestly kinda shit.
They awkwardly scrambled to get back to Fantasy Land, but regardless of how fucking much they prodded and bugged nobody could show up on time. Madison shook her head, she wished that she could motivate the Coven into getting their shit together but they're going have to learn the hard way. Madison was mildly hungover but coffee and other home remedies fixed that. Hopefully, they'll be able to get this shit over as fast as possible and she'd be able to go home and mope. And she was not in the mood for dealing with the Coven's dumbassery. At least not now, not today. Madison found her seat in Fantasy Land like usual, but she pulled out her flask which had some good old pina colada with a dash of vodka. She's gonna need it to deal with this. The Jaws was in her head, constantly being a pain in the ass about her decision. Before she could even take a sip, she felt a gentle hand intercept it.
"... Not now, Mademoiselle" Claudette softly said as she was honestly confused as to what's going on herself. "What's even going on?"
"... I'll tell you what's going on my afflicted darling," They heard the voice of Babylon approach, floating alongside Emily as per usual. Emily herself was wearing some army-style cargo pants with black combat boots with a tank top and smooth leather jacket on. She had her hands in her pockets. "That fool Blake released the Outsider... and I wish you had told me this just a little sooner so I could maybe tell you all that at this point the Outsider already found enough sacrifices."
"I have no clue about the Outsider," Taylor said with a roll of her eyes. "Or what the fuck's even going on. Can someone tell me what even happened last night?"
"Well, since this lady Alyssa's fault in the first place," Babylon rolled her eyes. "I think she should explain - she gave Blake the idea in the first place." She looked at Lyss as she dragged her name through the dirt.
"... and why the fuck are you naked?" Taylor asked and got no response.
"Babylon," Claudette hissed her name, "That's enough."
Babylon shrugged at both statements. They better have a good idea as to how to fix this mess... because the last thing that Babylon wanted was to be subsumed by that thing.
