Post by Julian Forbes on Jul 17, 2009 19:19:02 GMT -5
There was a time long lost in the annals of history where man battled against zombie in righteous combat and where only the heroes would come out unscathed while numerous innocents were devoured in the process. Yes, it was the era of the B movies, with their sub-par acting, disproportionate visual effects, and poorly written plots: but they still managed to draw a crowd and a insanely devout fan base. Triangle Tunnel had just become the next Raccoon City in every possible way, where the undead enforcers of Azrael suddenly turned on remaining wizards and a massacre unfolded.
There streets grew thick and slippery with the amounts of blood that was being spilled and every now and again there was a blood-curling scream that sounded like it was right behind you: that was the dying gurgle of a soul that the Inferi were devouring. Organs were hurled out of windows and limbs fell to the ground as the horrible spectacle went on. It seemed that this was the final end for the town that never knew true peace. Or was it?
At one of the many entrances into the magical town, a family of three was making a break for it. The mother and the baby were running up front while the father held off several inferi that were pursuing them from behind. They were just about to reach the exit when an Inferius jumped out of nowhere and snatched the infant from its mother's arms, which it promptly began to devour. Horrified the woman shrieked at the top of her lungs and her husband whirled around to see the horrific fate of his child; alas, for in his distraction the three inferi from behind piled onto him and started ripped out his abdominal cavity.
It seemed like the show was coming to a close for the distraught witch, but like any good playwright knows it is always important to incorporate a bit of deus ex machina from time to time. It came in the form of a spell that exploded the head of the inferius that was devouring the baby, pink limbs weakly flailing about as the creation stuffed it into its mouth. The monster's body toppled forward and its compatriots stopped what they were doing as they turned to face their sudden attacker.
And behold! With the Sun behind him, its radiance illuminating him as if Apollo once more walked the Earth, there was a lone figure was a smoking wand held in front of him. Snarling, one of the remaining inferi launched itself at him but the wizard shouted, "Reducto!" and its head and upper torso were blown clear off of its trunk. The other two paused, fat segments of guts hanging from their mouths like fat men trying to gobble down too many wieners at a grill, and they turned tail back into the depths of the city. The witch was dumbstruck, seeing the fresh corpses of the two most important people in her life, and the dark-haired man walked to her side.
Placing his hand on her shoulder, the man with the clouded eyes said, "Death is not for you: you must live so that those you lost today are remembered. For who else shall cherish them if you too succumb to the same fate. Leave this place: a reckonin' is about to begin." Staring at the man, the woman nodded dumbly as she tried wiping the tears from her eyes and she exited the same way that the man came in. The man, once a well recognized figure in this town, walked a little bit further on the uphill street until he could see down into the town itself.
He saw the fires, heard the screams, but his eyes were riveted on the central building: the one that used to house the Ministry of Magic but now was the very cause of all of this. He had known that nothing good would come of an alliance with a necromancer, but Talon Aquilo Windwaltz didn't listen to him and now this happened. He didn't know how, but the control that Azrael exerted over his creations had diminished and anarchy reigned in the city. He had waited for this moment for a long time, knew that this would happen sooner or later, and began slowly strolling toward the center of the city.
He'd pacify every block of this city until every inferius was just a pile of rotting limbs and then judgment would be passed upon the 'Angelus Morti'. Julian Forbes and his literal "boom-stick" had returned and this time he planned on staying for the long haul.
There streets grew thick and slippery with the amounts of blood that was being spilled and every now and again there was a blood-curling scream that sounded like it was right behind you: that was the dying gurgle of a soul that the Inferi were devouring. Organs were hurled out of windows and limbs fell to the ground as the horrible spectacle went on. It seemed that this was the final end for the town that never knew true peace. Or was it?
At one of the many entrances into the magical town, a family of three was making a break for it. The mother and the baby were running up front while the father held off several inferi that were pursuing them from behind. They were just about to reach the exit when an Inferius jumped out of nowhere and snatched the infant from its mother's arms, which it promptly began to devour. Horrified the woman shrieked at the top of her lungs and her husband whirled around to see the horrific fate of his child; alas, for in his distraction the three inferi from behind piled onto him and started ripped out his abdominal cavity.
It seemed like the show was coming to a close for the distraught witch, but like any good playwright knows it is always important to incorporate a bit of deus ex machina from time to time. It came in the form of a spell that exploded the head of the inferius that was devouring the baby, pink limbs weakly flailing about as the creation stuffed it into its mouth. The monster's body toppled forward and its compatriots stopped what they were doing as they turned to face their sudden attacker.
And behold! With the Sun behind him, its radiance illuminating him as if Apollo once more walked the Earth, there was a lone figure was a smoking wand held in front of him. Snarling, one of the remaining inferi launched itself at him but the wizard shouted, "Reducto!" and its head and upper torso were blown clear off of its trunk. The other two paused, fat segments of guts hanging from their mouths like fat men trying to gobble down too many wieners at a grill, and they turned tail back into the depths of the city. The witch was dumbstruck, seeing the fresh corpses of the two most important people in her life, and the dark-haired man walked to her side.
Placing his hand on her shoulder, the man with the clouded eyes said, "Death is not for you: you must live so that those you lost today are remembered. For who else shall cherish them if you too succumb to the same fate. Leave this place: a reckonin' is about to begin." Staring at the man, the woman nodded dumbly as she tried wiping the tears from her eyes and she exited the same way that the man came in. The man, once a well recognized figure in this town, walked a little bit further on the uphill street until he could see down into the town itself.
He saw the fires, heard the screams, but his eyes were riveted on the central building: the one that used to house the Ministry of Magic but now was the very cause of all of this. He had known that nothing good would come of an alliance with a necromancer, but Talon Aquilo Windwaltz didn't listen to him and now this happened. He didn't know how, but the control that Azrael exerted over his creations had diminished and anarchy reigned in the city. He had waited for this moment for a long time, knew that this would happen sooner or later, and began slowly strolling toward the center of the city.
He'd pacify every block of this city until every inferius was just a pile of rotting limbs and then judgment would be passed upon the 'Angelus Morti'. Julian Forbes and his literal "boom-stick" had returned and this time he planned on staying for the long haul.