Screams of surprise, anger, and mostly pain echo throughout the home. A few of the coven do their best to turn their magics against the invaders from Prestige, but the ferocity on display, coupled with Jimmy's very convincing discouragement against tapping other powers, leaves little opportunity to muster the power arcane.
None of them figured on trying to physically restrain a vampire. Their shocked looks as @Jimmy Black
turns to mist are replaced by gaping holes as @Ramon the Reaper
deliver deadly accurate gunfire aimed at the place the magic comes out.
leans on a more up close and personal approach, favoring the visceral feel of flesh as it gives way to blade and point. Cultist kabobs, indeed, and aplenty.
, though, puts a fitting punctuation mark on the evening's activities. With Fairah's demon-possessed flesh golem shredded by vampire claws, shooter fire, and spear jabs, there is nothing standing between the brute and his mark. The necromantic witch begins to call out for aid, but her calls turn to a momentary shriek, then silence, as her body is fully rent in two pieces.
The deafening silence after the complete destruction of a burgeoning demon cult is soon interrupted. A slow, barely audible moan grows gradually into a cry, then an utterly frightening howl. At your feet, in the center of the parlor, an etched pentagram, fed with the blood of the cult, disappears into a roiling red rift. The demonic voices give even the juicer a thought of retreat. With a rush, you watch the disembodied souls of the now-deceased coven members get sucked down into the hole, paying the ultimate price for whatever pact they may have made with the entity down there
With a clap like a giant's hands, the floorboards snap back into place, leaving the home an oddly bloodless disaster zone. Exsanguinated bodies lie on the floor, on the furniture, or blasted through the wall. Not a drop of red is left.
What is left, though, is Eddie's Head, untouched by the carnage that raged around it. So, too, are some miscellaneous works of music, art, literature...and a few tokens of interest left by the deceased. Still, it appears that even with the lax security in the district, you've raised some alarms. Better grab fast and get out of there!