Chapter 656: Closing Curtains (2/2)
”No,” she grabbed her cheeks and forced the mouth open.
”My lady, you shouldn't…” interjected the doctor to no avail. The drinks already entered her system – the temperate warmed skin suddenly flashed, the lady sat without injuries.
”-I feel amazing…” the visage rejuvenated a few years, opposed to her late-twenties, the age now shown eighteen.
”Courtesy of my master,” they hugged, ”-don't be stupid again.”
While the sudden impulse to get revenge crossed Kul's mind, Asmodeus and Éclair was near Carter Lake. Not many know of the secret shipments of narcotics. Specific gang members granted the knowledge. Éclair's escapades around the family's databases brought on their next move. Saku's envoys were present and waited for the next shipment. Half an hour later, the product arrived on a nosily slow scooter. A pizza shop's logo and the uniform told of the allegiance. Money and produce exchanged, the delivery man left.
”Are you sure about this?” inquired Éclair.
”Yeah, we're going old school.” The inattentive escorts froze in fear. Two masked men ran out of the forest and shot, gunfire all but missed and ended on the truck. The driver and passenger jumped and fought. 'Why are they not running away?' sighed Éclair.
”Don't kill them,” said Asmodeus, ”-at least let one live.”
”Are going we to take bullets to the chest?”
”Yeah, just fire and make it look real.”
”Alright,” the tranquil water flickered the reflection of muzzles. Four against two, the latter kept a strong assault. When rumors said of the Luon being nonaggressive, tis because of the marksmanship, the members seemed adrift; the choices made no sense.
*Bang, bang,* two of the four fell, Asmodeus ran right up to the package, ”-Luon's doomed. The heir was killed by us, the Saku, the Yonak's were very excited,” *bang,* a point-blank shot dropped him. Urgency ran adrenaline through the man, he heard the reason for the attack, the distant figured sprinted.
”MY COMRADE!” screamed Éclair, he pulled out a grenade, they noticed and fled for driver's seat, ”-DON'T YOU RUN,” *bang* a shot right through the head, the projectile flung onto the pool of blood, *BOOOM,* shrapnels grilled the truck. *Screech,* and off the truck sped.
”Are they gone?” whispered Éclair.
”I think so,” the duo stood dowsed in blood, ”-man, the body armor and protection against gunfire sure is a boon.”
”Thank you,” said Éclair, ”-I'm a demon, the Shadow Realm has triggered my powers to reawaken,” he skipped over the lifeless folks and faced the massive pool of water. ”What about these two?”
”Just throw two bodies on there, they'll come to clean up in the morning. We've done our task. They'll report the incident, the lack of an heir will trigger fear, and the godfather will be forced to announce the information. Hailing Saku as culprits will have Luon on bad terms against the three. Evidently, the attack also means the other families know of the death. We've stirred the pot, we but wait for the lawyer to take action.”
Plots here and plots there, Alpha's trouble only begun. The barrier against the invaders held strong. Alas, the protection was but a one-way and against the creatures. Residents were free to stray into danger, the police were caught tight in attempts to re-channel traffic. The AHA was on their way, albeit, too late. The adventurous clout seekers of the Arcanum ran out and ran in, they unknowingly contracted a deadlier variant of the monster plague. Slow acting and untraceable, people suddenly dropped in the middle of the street, their heads would expand in purple color, and bang, contagious miasma latched onto bystanders.
The flight home lasted a few hours, the 13th rose as did the sun over yonder. Rotherham's private runway closed the distance, a prior message had already informed the head of the family and lady Courtney. ”How long has it been since you were here?” voiced Igna over the leather seats.
”Quite a long time,” she replied, ”-the place's more active, far more cars and to and fro.” The tires screeched, Thena, Nike, and Aceline talked utter nonsense, the sort of conversation good comrades would have over disgusting topics.
”Wake up Vanesa,” said Igna, ”-we're here,” he said.
”Already?” she yawned, ”-pops, I sense trouble in Alphia.”
”How?”
”The parasites,” she said, ”-they're like my network… they say a new virus's spreading across the population.”
”Igna,” inquired Thena, ”-does your family really own this town?”
”Yeah, my mother's the duchess of Rotherham. Not that it matters,” he winked, ”-Nike, Thena, and Aceline, I've asked for a car and driver to be assigned to you. Go out and visit the town or do whatever, the trip is on me, don't go overboard.”
”Seriously?” frowned Thena, ”-I don't believe you…”
”Aceline,” he ignored his worries, ”-how about vocal lessons courtesy of Apexi?”
”Yes,” she beamed in bliss.
”Settled, you're headed to Apexi's headquarters at Rosespire. Take care, I'll make sure to inform on when we leave,” they arrived at a large hangar, '-about time we close the curtains on Arda's nonstop abuse.'