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Caleb had gotten lost on his way to the library. He blamed the school itself entirely for that. He had always harbored the sneaking suspicion that Hogwarts was in some way, sentient. As this was more borne out of a semi-superstitious belief, he kept silent and simply tried to compensate by...

As they were still in the alleyway, Eda would be the only one present to aid the necromancer. Until Sister Dulac found out, though currently she would be talking to Clare. Tying her hair into a neat bun braid, she smirked. "Indeed. It makes you wonder why they bothered to stop here, when...

Caleb woke up early. The habit of years, when you helped work in a family-owned eatery. Meat needed to be trimmed, tables set and noodles prepared before actual cooking much less orders could be done and taken. If anything, the sheer relative silence in comparison was slightly unnerving to the...

He blinked. To those who knew the stoic muggleborn, that was a move akin to leaping atop a table and howling in surprise. Caleb might have doubted his ears, were it not for his house mates reaction. A joke seemed out of character for their stern head of house. It could have been a prank, but...

And so events transpired as follows. Thanks to the threads of fate woven in such a way, the moltov was put out and then shattered by Eda's bullets. Her bullets and the words and threat outright stated by Claire held the crowd, preventing more from being hit and thus reason to attack. The...

This was some good candy. Content to stay on the sidelines and listen more than talk, Caleb allowed himself to soak in his fellow lions like rain upon parched earth. He had missed this he realized to himself with some surprise. Hogwarts, despite its weird name and strange headmistress had a...

It had been a good break back home with his family. Mundane, all of them but if anything it merely made the time spent with them all the more heartfelt. There was a magic inherently intertwined with Chinatown in London and it enabled him to gain perspective on what he wanted most. Caleb was not...

The Threads of Fate weren't tangled so much as twisted. The number of folks, the various deaths from Eda and the world-wide presence of so many meddlesome heroes and villains made scrying a difficult chore. Finding the right threads to help even more so. But the single minded, shared...

The mob was mostly made up of ragtag locals. Humanoid and more exotic races, all united in mutual hatred. In their hands, Clare would see pickaxes, chains, bricks and knives as well as the occasional gun as might be salvaged. Young, old- She would see children among them, gaunt and twisted as...

The last he saw of Duloc, was her utterly calm composure as the doors crashed down. Followed by the sound of violence as screaming howls echoed outside. Through a hole in the wall, Eda and Peter would see what looked like a cheering mob at the front. The back way would have three figures...

Sister 'Duloc' didn't seem to care much the conversation nor for her fellow nuns crass attitude. To all intents and purpose, she seemed to be fixed in prayer. Eyes closed and in a state of calm unlike Eda. Aloud however she spoke. "Sister Eda, great or small, are not all beings equal in the...

The monsters howled in rage, chasing up unable to repel the arrows as those before were trampled by a dragon. These were creatures of terror. Monsters derived from the endless night, to rip and tear civilians in their beds. Their strength were in numbers and fear, their power measured in terms...

"Simply fulfilling my Christian duty." The nun replied with a faint, unseen smirk. @Lucky

"I highly doubt that. You seem very tenacious to me." A ghost of a smile wafted over his features as he paused in thought before adding thoughtfully. "If he is doing what I think, its highly possible you'll get help soon enough from unexpected sources. I shall take my men with me, to the...

Lucifer pressed his fingers together in thought. He bowed his head, considered in silence just who or what could be behind it. The problem with that was the Rogues Gallery of two-bit warlords, eldritch beasts and others who might have designs on the wider world order. The Revanchist? Weird...

Two Weeks after the events of War Stories. ------- For the sixteenth time, Lucifer tugged at his collar. Give him plagues, locusts, daemons and other such nightmares any day of the week. But the moment he slips on an outfit like this, the subsequent itch around the collar made the priest long...

He stared at her, his expression somber. A beat later, he sighed out and pulled up crates for them both. Taking his seat, he asked her as he looked her in the eye. "Does knowing who your enemy is prevent you from doing what you will? From fighting back? I have known you for but a short time...

"Scream! Squeal! Boss has made some new friends of late. Against them? You and your little club, the royal family? You're all going to die! And ain't nothing you can do about it!" He burst into laughter and twitched as Lucifer, finished with his conclusion of the evidence took action. By...

Faced with imminent incineration, defeated and bereft of resources and men... Rasticore laughed. It was a chilling, sinister noise as with his false eye gone he fixed his gaze firmly upon Heckapoo. There was something in his eye, a madness forged under pressure and twisted into fanaticism...

Rasticore woke up with a splitting headache and the memory of what could broadly be known as 'a bad time'. It then got worse, and though taken aback he snickered. With a Septarian leer that showed off his sharp teeth, he sneered. "To get rich. I'm the boss of a new dynasty after all. Looks...