The trap is set
Tristan was running down the main aisle of a gigantic warehouse in complete darkness. His Aural Vision was working overdrive to keep him from bumping into boxes and crates laid haphazardly all over the place. He could hear them coming right behind him, about 3 of them, judging by the scrapes of claws on concrete.
At the rear exit bay of the warehouse 3 other Warriors stood waiting for Tristan to come running out and spring the trap on the Demons chasing him.
The background
Fame Demons are the most common level of demons and have been springing up like wildfire all over the world. They thrive off the fame and fortune of the rich and infamous. They are able to do this because the Idolatry of the masses is like a vapor of energy flowing from the fans into a superstar, who is a vessel to contain this energy. Then Fame Demons are able to sip from the star’s energy at their leisure.
Like gigantic ticks, they leech off the “Ganas” of the masses. Literal translation; the Will of the People. They are all but invisible in their natural forms on the Astral Plane, but when they possess someone, all bets are off. Depending on the strength of the Demon, the person may look normal, or they may be twisted into deformed human-like versions of themselves. The stronger the Demon, the better they can control the possession and the more human they will appear. The weaker Demons will change the body of the possessed into a monstrosity. These are the usual enforcers and guardians of the stronger ones, but that did not make them physically weak.
Hell, he’d seen one of these monsters rip a door off a car like it was a toy and throw it across the street as an afterthought. They also could hit 35 mph in a dead sprint, but not while running through a maze like this warehouse, or he’d be done by now.
The trap is sprung
Finally he saw the lighter blackness of the open bay door and dared a look back over his shoulder. What he saw made him pull his two Bangkon, Phillipino blades, out of their sheaths on his thighs as he ran. His eyes widened as he saw with Aural Vision the disgusting, bloated shapes mimicking the motion of the human body on the Physical Plane. He gagged and felt that to be touched, even by accident, would poison his soul, though he knew it doesn’t work that way.
They were literally steps away from reaching him as he leapt through the small circular opening in the center of the net. His forward momentum carried him through just as the first beast ran head on into the net, arms outstretched to rip him limb from limb.
Landing awkwardly because of the blades he’d drawn, he rolled and tumbled to a stop at the feet of his group of enforcers.
Celestino, Javier & Bucho, the 3 brothers from Guanajuato he’d met while chasing down a particularly foul Succubus in Mexico. The beast had possessed their sister and only thru their quick action were they able to save her Soul from being dragged down to Hell with the Demon. Unfortunately they had not been able to save her Life as well.
Now they were an insatiable trio of Hunters fighting for the innocents that can’t defend themselves.
The net closed in on the beasts and trapped them in a strong metal bag. The 3 enforcers pulled up their custom-built water pistols and unloaded about 5 gallons of Holy Water on the swirling mass of hatred in front of them with instantaneous and devastating results. Then, when they were incapacitated, Tristan stepped forward and decapitated them one by one. His swords had been blessed by the Dalai Lama himself and instantly transported the Demons back to Hell.
Tracking Down The Capo
“Tristan, did you find out who these guys are working for,” asked Celestino. He was the oldest and smallest of the 3 brothers. He stood 5ft 8in and weighed about 155 soaking wet but could move like a whirlwind in a fight, making you feel like you were fighting 3 men instead of 1.
“Well, let’s see what their jackets say,” responded Tristan as he kicked one of the headless bodies over.
“Dios Mio, ‘El Rey’,” exclaimed Bucho. Second in age to Celestino, he was a little more hip and into Pop Culture than the other two. But still, anyone in Mexico could have told you who “El Rey” was.
“Who is El Rey,” asked Celestino after wiping the vomit off his mouth. Being the youngest, 18, and the most innocent, he’d been an altar boy for Christ’s sake, he still needed some seasoning, but he did not lack the courage.
“A singer/musician/actor that came out of nowhere to start sweeping everyone off their feet. He wrote and starred in his first movie about 2 years ago and it was a smash, then word came out that he’d written and sung all the original music on the movie as well and that just blew everyone’s mind because the soundtrack was incredible.” Cesar said all this from memory, because he’d just been reading about this guy in Rolling Stone magazine. “Now it appears he’s either being used by a Capo Demon or he is a Capo Demon.”
“How do you know there is a Capo Demon involved,” responded Celestino.
“Because the rise to fame is too sudden and too pronounced. The amount of energy needed to ensure this success cannot be summoned or controlled by your run-of-the-mill Demon,” responded Tristan. “Our only hope is that we can get to “El Rey” before he becomes unstoppable.”
“Like the Capo Demon controlling Britney. I wouldn’t face him with an ARMY of HUNTERS,” said Bucho, just to lighten the mood.
They spent the next half hour cleaning the sight and decontaminating their net. The bodies were dismembered, for easier transport, and taken to a pig farm for disposal. Burning them left too much evidence.
Tristan was running down the main aisle of a gigantic warehouse in complete darkness. His Aural Vision was working overdrive to keep him from bumping into boxes and crates laid haphazardly all over the place. He could hear them coming right behind him, about 3 of them, judging by the scrapes of claws on concrete.
At the rear exit bay of the warehouse 3 other Warriors stood waiting for Tristan to come running out and spring the trap on the Demons chasing him.
The background
Fame Demons are the most common level of demons and have been springing up like wildfire all over the world. They thrive off the fame and fortune of the rich and infamous. They are able to do this because the Idolatry of the masses is like a vapor of energy flowing from the fans into a superstar, who is a vessel to contain this energy. Then Fame Demons are able to sip from the star’s energy at their leisure.
Like gigantic ticks, they leech off the “Ganas” of the masses. Literal translation; the Will of the People. They are all but invisible in their natural forms on the Astral Plane, but when they possess someone, all bets are off. Depending on the strength of the Demon, the person may look normal, or they may be twisted into deformed human-like versions of themselves. The stronger the Demon, the better they can control the possession and the more human they will appear. The weaker Demons will change the body of the possessed into a monstrosity. These are the usual enforcers and guardians of the stronger ones, but that did not make them physically weak.
Hell, he’d seen one of these monsters rip a door off a car like it was a toy and throw it across the street as an afterthought. They also could hit 35 mph in a dead sprint, but not while running through a maze like this warehouse, or he’d be done by now.
The trap is sprung
Finally he saw the lighter blackness of the open bay door and dared a look back over his shoulder. What he saw made him pull his two Bangkon, Phillipino blades, out of their sheaths on his thighs as he ran. His eyes widened as he saw with Aural Vision the disgusting, bloated shapes mimicking the motion of the human body on the Physical Plane. He gagged and felt that to be touched, even by accident, would poison his soul, though he knew it doesn’t work that way.
They were literally steps away from reaching him as he leapt through the small circular opening in the center of the net. His forward momentum carried him through just as the first beast ran head on into the net, arms outstretched to rip him limb from limb.
Landing awkwardly because of the blades he’d drawn, he rolled and tumbled to a stop at the feet of his group of enforcers.
Celestino, Javier & Bucho, the 3 brothers from Guanajuato he’d met while chasing down a particularly foul Succubus in Mexico. The beast had possessed their sister and only thru their quick action were they able to save her Soul from being dragged down to Hell with the Demon. Unfortunately they had not been able to save her Life as well.
Now they were an insatiable trio of Hunters fighting for the innocents that can’t defend themselves.
The net closed in on the beasts and trapped them in a strong metal bag. The 3 enforcers pulled up their custom-built water pistols and unloaded about 5 gallons of Holy Water on the swirling mass of hatred in front of them with instantaneous and devastating results. Then, when they were incapacitated, Tristan stepped forward and decapitated them one by one. His swords had been blessed by the Dalai Lama himself and instantly transported the Demons back to Hell.
Tracking Down The Capo
“Tristan, did you find out who these guys are working for,” asked Celestino. He was the oldest and smallest of the 3 brothers. He stood 5ft 8in and weighed about 155 soaking wet but could move like a whirlwind in a fight, making you feel like you were fighting 3 men instead of 1.
“Well, let’s see what their jackets say,” responded Tristan as he kicked one of the headless bodies over.
“Dios Mio, ‘El Rey’,” exclaimed Bucho. Second in age to Celestino, he was a little more hip and into Pop Culture than the other two. But still, anyone in Mexico could have told you who “El Rey” was.
“Who is El Rey,” asked Celestino after wiping the vomit off his mouth. Being the youngest, 18, and the most innocent, he’d been an altar boy for Christ’s sake, he still needed some seasoning, but he did not lack the courage.
“A singer/musician/actor that came out of nowhere to start sweeping everyone off their feet. He wrote and starred in his first movie about 2 years ago and it was a smash, then word came out that he’d written and sung all the original music on the movie as well and that just blew everyone’s mind because the soundtrack was incredible.” Cesar said all this from memory, because he’d just been reading about this guy in Rolling Stone magazine. “Now it appears he’s either being used by a Capo Demon or he is a Capo Demon.”
“How do you know there is a Capo Demon involved,” responded Celestino.
“Because the rise to fame is too sudden and too pronounced. The amount of energy needed to ensure this success cannot be summoned or controlled by your run-of-the-mill Demon,” responded Tristan. “Our only hope is that we can get to “El Rey” before he becomes unstoppable.”
“Like the Capo Demon controlling Britney. I wouldn’t face him with an ARMY of HUNTERS,” said Bucho, just to lighten the mood.
They spent the next half hour cleaning the sight and decontaminating their net. The bodies were dismembered, for easier transport, and taken to a pig farm for disposal. Burning them left too much evidence.
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