Posted at 10:26 pm on Dec 13, 2012 by:
CreatureWrestling
A Summon from Beyond Realities.....
A car pulls up to the front and out exits Angel Death.... she looks upward at the manor in silence.
Angel had been putting off the trip to the mansion for days now, she knew it had to be done, stuff needed to be sorted but nevertheless the whole idea was daunting.
She stood in front of the huge gothic door, it ought to take a giant iron key but then again this was no ordinary house. She touched a dusty panel next to the frame, it slid sideways to reveal a thoroughly modern hand scanner and Angel pressed her hand against it. There were several bleeps, the sound of a lock releasing and then the door itself swung inwards slowly. It even creaked. Angel noted that her mother had thought of everything, other than the fact, she’d managed to get herself, her grandfather and god knew who else killed in what Angel considered a suicide mission to destroy Lilith.
She padded slowly across the enormous hallway, there was a thin layer of dust across everything already, and that was when Angel noticed the draught. The study door was slightly ajar and the draught had caused the dust to swirl in a weird pattern around it. She pushed the study door open, here the dust had been pushed out to the sides of the room, and she stared at it in a puzzled manner. It was like a small tornado had been in there, a tornado that only affected dust; it was strange to say the least. Then there was the diary.
Charon’s diary lay partially open on the desk top, Angel stared at it for some time, she knew her mother never went anywhere without it and she was almost sure she'd had it on her before the trip to Lilith’s lair, so how the hell had it turned up here? Did she have two? Angel was sure she only had the one. She tentatively reached out to pick it up.
Angel stood stock still as the arrow, which had embedded itself in a wooden pillow only inches from her nose, vibrated merrily, a piece of paper strapped tightly round the shaft. Once her heart had regained its normal ability to beat at a reasonable speed, she reached for the arrow and slid the paper off. Unrolling it she began to read.
"Don't have much time; the hole between realities is closing much more quickly this time. Gunther’s wig is the key, only just had time to throw diary through; all you need to know is in there. Your grandfather is driving me nuts, all he ever goes on about is jelly babies, Mortis is also here, shame he's alive really but he's had some sort of breakdown and babbles constantly about teletubbies. You need to make the hole bigger again, use the diary."
Angel read the note several times before picking up the diary and starting to read it cover to cover.
~ Temporal Reality ~
Charon stood and shot practice rounds with the recurve bow she'd found while rummaging round. Spade was sulking again because she wouldn't allow him to kick the shit out of Mortis.
"Why can't you just shoot him with your nail gun?"
Charon dropped the bow down with a patient sigh. She turned to her father for what felt like the millionth time.
"None of that works here, we've been through this. Your powers, my powers none of it works in this reality. We are essentially normal here, that's why Mortis has had some sort of breakdown. He's gone from a feared demon to a very ugly geek who loves to watch teletubbies and he can't even do that here."
Spade pouted.
"You'd think they'd at least have a jar of jelly babies here!"
He stalked off while eyeing Mortis rocking in the corner dribbling. He really did deserve a good kicking and Charon herself had considered shooting him numerous times but she wasn't sure how what they did here affected other realities and so she'd held off until Angel found the diary. She spent a good deal of time at the hole between realities, sometimes listening, sometimes watching. She knew Angel would come but she wasn't sure when, now she had the note and the diary and now again they would have to wait.
Charon had figured that the hole had opened directly to her study as that was where they'd stored the wig prior to crowbarring the hole open further, just before they’d destroyed the lair and the hole had closed again too quickly before they could get out again.
She watched closely as Mortis continued to rock silently mouthing the names of his favorite teletubbies.....
