Betrayel of Tragedy 2
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Betrayel of Tragedy II by S. M.
The figure, ever remaining cloaked in darkness regaurdless of the pale light eminating from the very walls of flesh, pulled back at the creatures words. To its relief, another of the fiends voices picked up instead.
"Good evening brothersss! You have left me ssssome , I hope? I have been working long sssso our Zantosas servantsss might work more... efficently tommarow..." The other voice sprang up at this, somehow hosting a more annoyed tone then preveously.
"Very good then brother, yesss... I take it you usssed the peasentsss captured from the Gangrel hold for this purpossse, yesss? I would like to know what usessss you have put them to"
The other Tzimisce's voice seemed to become more irate in response, apparantly the two where on less then friendly terms.
"Yes, ssssome... they are my workssss"
Unfortunantly for Ravek, it would be at this time that a Vozhd would take the moment to stomp through the hall he was listening from and charge at him, raising its club like weapon high as it let out a high pitched howl. Groaning slightly, blood began to surge through his fingertips as he whirled about to face his attacker.
"And so the killing begins" He murmered as an incantation drew forth from his lips. Emmediatly, the war ghoul was wriggling with its last ounce of life on thr ground as pulses of electricity surged through it. Spinning back around just as one of the Tzimisce came rushing into the hall, his actions where lightning quick. Grabbing the abomination by the head, both hand and head burst into flame.
The Tzimisce shreaking in agony, the sound of reinforcments storming from the rear and the other fiends moving about in the room before him. Choosing between the two he runs forward and around the corner to practicly bump into one of the vampiric creatures.
Raising his other hand, the left still smoldering and grasping the now charred skull of his first victem tonigh, he muttered a few more arcane words. Within moments howls and screams of torment rose up as a torrent of fire and brimstone rained forth from the ceiling. Head darting back as hand released the skull, a fiend appeared from around the corner he had just come. Raising his other hand that now took the image of feral claws, he raked them through the vampires throat and watched with an amused sort of smile as its head began to tilt before its body did. Turning back about to witness the devestation his spell had wrought already beggining to fade, he moved past charred corpses with his supernatural speed.
Equally as quick as he moved, he pulled forth a bottle from his coat which he drank eagerly. The room the fiend had come from appeared to be a side study from a greater room. Not taking the time to study his surroundings, all he was concerned with was finding the largest amount of the enemy and laying into them with all his fury. He would get his wish, it would seem, for as he passed through the next doorway into another larger room with about as many branching passages as the first.