Real Power

[Valhalla Erikson]

Jun 30, 2024 23:29:28 GMT superkamiguy1 said:

Jun 30, 2024 22:32:35 GMT Valhalla Erikson said:

Warren, fuming, spat at Thomas. "Fuck you, Boy George! You know who you're fucking with?! I am the Motherfucking Dick Master of Sunnydale!" He lunged at the young vampire.

They moved deeper into the back alley. As soon as Warren saw an opening, he whirled around and threw a punch. Thomas dodged, having anticipated the move, then backhanded Warren, sending him sprawling onto the pavement.

"That's all you got?" Thomas taunted, his tone dripping with contempt.

Warren scrambled to his feet, roaring in rage. He threw a flurry of punches, but Thomas lazily retreated, effortlessly avoiding and deflecting each blow. Yet, there was a strain in Thomas's movements. He's calculating something. Thomas's sharp eyes caught the leather pouch strapped to Warren's belt, the likely source of his enhanced strength.

In a swift motion, Thomas backhanded Warren across the face, sending him crashing to the ground, screaming in pain. Chunks of flesh from Warren's WHOLE FUCKING FACE splattered against the brick wall.

"Your moves lack coordination, and you have the fighting skill of a drunk chimpanzee," Thomas mocked, glancing at his hand now coated with Warren's blood. "I'm new to this town and all, but from what I’m seeing, you’re not as badass as you think you are."

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In Heaven

"SLAP HIM THE FUCK UP!!" Adam and Lute hi-five.

"And newsflash, BITCH. There's only ONE Dick Master up in here!" Adam boasted

Note: A slight Baki shout-out with that one!

Seriously though, this goes to show exactly why he's such a badass! Even roiding yourself out with a couple of magical orbs isn't enough to put you on his level! Especially if you don't even know how to fight! Warren walked right into this beatdown and he has nobody to blame but himself!

IC!

Drusilla laughed and applauded the entire scene! "Yes! Yes! This is wonderful! I'm loving the splatter!"

Izzy burst out laughing. "I saw this coming and it's still comedy gold! You're a genius, Thomas!"

Thomas paused to take a bow while tossing the bag up into the air and catching it coming down while Warren screamed and cried in agony on the ground. "Thank you, thank you, I aim to please my lovely lady friends!" He told them.

Izzy whistled to get Thomas's attention, motioning at the bag he held. He smiled and tossed it to her. The fae unzipped the bag and saw the orbs inside. "Oh, Sis is gonna love this. She has something she could sell to Ambrosia when we get back."

Thomas winked at Izzy, then his smile faded as he looked down at Warren, who was rolling on the floor, clutching his bloodied face.

Thomas called upon his daemon to enter Warren’s mind. Warren shuddered, his cries growing more intense.

“Relax,” Izzy commanded. Warren’s cries ceased, and he found himself uncontrollably removing his hands from his face and placing them on the pavement.

“Rise,” Izzy said, and Warren lifted into the air, his feet dangling a few inches above the ground.

“I-I c-can’t—”

“Izzy,” Thomas said casually.

“Move your body,” Izzy commanded with her fae powers.

Thomas whistled. “My, my, my, is someone naughty. Son of a Catholic priest, no less.”

Warren winced, feeling his mind invaded by an unseen, unnatural force. He was helpless to prevent whatever was intruding into his being. “Why are you—”

“Scanning the source of this sad little bravado you’ve displayed,” Thomas said, his tone icy. “Consider this your final judgment.”

Warren opened his mouth to scream for help, but Izzy cut his cries short.

“Shhhh.” Izzy put her finger to her lips. “My man’s working.”

[Valhalla Erikson]

Thomas's words sliced through the air like a blade, severing the fragile threads of Warren's composure. Each accusation was a precise cut, exposing the ugliness Warren had buried deep within.

"As a kid, you snuck into the confession booth, recording the private sins of others to broadcast on social media," Thomas began, his voice smooth yet searing. "In high school, you told a girl you'd only be with her if she wore a trash bag over her head. She agreed, even as she cried, and you still went through with it. You once paid a group of kids to beat up a student who scored higher than you on a science project. A splinter of cruelty in you. Oh, child, you don’t even grasp the true meaning of that word."

The influence of Thomas's daemon surged through Warren, making him feel the hurt and anguish of every person he had wronged, their pain magnified tenfold. His body trembled uncontrollably, and his mouth quivered as sobs wracked his frame.

"Let him speak," Thomas ordered Izzy.

"P-Please. I c-can't move. It's freaking me out," Warren sobbed, his voice broken.

Thomas cupped Warren's face, now a raw, crimson mess. "You're a religious man, correct?"

"Y-Yes," Warren stammered.

Thomas sighed, a sound laced with disdain. "I pity you. All that bravado earlier. And for what? To be reduced to this—a sniffling, crying, whiny little bitch. Heaven’s watching us, you know. And do you know what the angels are saying?"

"What?" Warren's voice was barely a whisper.

"You are God's greatest disappointment," Thomas spat, his words dripping with venom.

In his misery, Warren choked out, "What are you?"

"I'm a vampire," Thomas replied, his face shifting, eyes glowing with a terrible light. The sight was enough to turn Warren's worst nightmares into something almost comforting by comparison. His last sensation was the sickening squelch of Thomas's fangs sinking into his flesh, followed by the darkness as his body went limp.

[superkamiguy1]

Jun 30, 2024 23:51:55 GMT Valhalla Erikson said:

Jun 30, 2024 23:29:28 GMT superkamiguy1 said:

Seriously though, this goes to show exactly why he's such a badass! Even roiding yourself out with a couple of magical orbs isn't enough to put you on his level! Especially if you don't even know how to fight! Warren walked right into this beatdown and he has nobody to blame but himself!

IC!

Drusilla laughed and applauded the entire scene! "Yes! Yes! This is wonderful! I'm loving the splatter!"

Izzy burst out laughing. "I saw this coming and it's still comedy gold! You're a genius, Thomas!"

Thomas paused to take a bow while tossing the bag up into the air and catching it coming down while Warren screamed and cried in agony on the ground. "Thank you, thank you, I aim to please my lovely lady friends!" He told them.

Izzy whistled to get Thomas's attention, motioning at the bag he held. He smiled and tossed it to her. The fae unzipped the bag and saw the orbs inside. "Oh, Sis is gonna love this. She has something she could sell to Ambrosia when we get back."

Thomas winked at Izzy, then his smile faded as he looked down at Warren, who was rolling on the floor, clutching his bloodied face.

Thomas called upon his daemon to enter Warren’s mind. Warren shuddered, his cries growing more intense.

“Relax,” Izzy commanded. Warren’s cries ceased, and he found himself uncontrollably removing his hands from his face and placing them on the pavement.

“Rise,” Izzy said, and Warren lifted into the air, his feet dangling a few inches above the ground.

“I-I c-can’t—”

“Izzy,” Thomas said casually.

“Move your body,” Izzy commanded with her fae powers.

Thomas whistled. “My, my, my, is someone naughty. Son of a Catholic priest, no less.”

Warren winced, feeling his mind invaded by an unseen, unnatural force. He was helpless to prevent whatever was intruding into his being. “Why are you—”

“Scanning the source of this sad little bravado you’ve displayed,” Thomas said, his tone icy. “Consider this your final judgment.”

Warren opened his mouth to scream for help, but Izzy cut his cries short.

“Shhhh.” Izzy put her finger to her lips. “My man’s working.”

Thomas's words sliced through the air like a blade, severing the fragile threads of Warren's composure. Each accusation was a precise cut, exposing the ugliness Warren had buried deep within.

"As a kid, you snuck into the confession booth, recording the private sins of others to broadcast on social media," Thomas began, his voice smooth yet searing. "In high school, you told a girl you'd only be with her if she wore a trash bag over her head. She agreed, even as she cried, and you still went through with it. You once paid a group of kids to beat up a student who scored higher than you on a science project. A splinter of cruelty in you. Oh, child, you don’t even grasp the true meaning of that word."

The influence of Thomas's daemon surged through Warren, making him feel the hurt and anguish of every person he had wronged, their pain magnified tenfold. His body trembled uncontrollably, and his mouth quivered as sobs wracked his frame.

"Let him speak," Thomas ordered Izzy.

"P-Please. I c-can't move. It's freaking me out," Warren sobbed, his voice broken.

Thomas cupped Warren's face, now a raw, crimson mess. "You're a religious man, correct?"

"Y-Yes," Warren stammered.

Thomas sighed, a sound laced with disdain. "I pity you. All that bravado earlier. And for what? To be reduced to this—a sniffling, crying, whiny little bitch. Heaven’s watching us, you know. And do you know what the angels are saying?"

"What?" Warren's voice was barely a whisper.

"You are God's greatest disappointment," Thomas spat, his words dripping with venom.

In his misery, Warren choked out, "What are you?"

"I'm a vampire," Thomas replied, his face shifting, eyes glowing with a terrible light. The sight was enough to turn Warren's worst nightmares into something almost comforting by comparison. His last sensation was the sickening squelch of Thomas's fangs sinking into his flesh, followed by the darkness as his body went limp.

Now that was absolutely beautiful! Thomas really showcases how terrifying Vampires can really be! A performance worthy of a horror movie! And I mean that was a highest compliment! Thomas is an absolute wrecking machine and he DESTROYED Warren! Verbally, physically and spiritually I dare say! A thrashing matching Carmella punking out the Fauxmage! Absolutely beautiful work! 

[Valhalla Erikson]

How did you like Izzy’s display of her powers?😎

[superkamiguy1]

Nice to see her getting the chance to show off! Thomas isn't the only one flexing and she got to have some fun puppeteering the asshole to break him down even further! Plus, I like her plan with the spheres. She knows that Ambrosia will pay top dollar for something that valuable.

[Valhalla Erikson]

Meanwhile in Heaven

“Well sir! I say hell’s got another resident!” Adam say finishing his hotdog.

“Part of me looks forward to The Vees roasting him” Lute say

“Not as bad as that jezebug would l” Adam laughs

“So….” Emily rubs the back of her neck. “ is nobody going to talk about that whole God‘s disappointment comment?”

“ To be fair, he’s not entirely wrong” Adam say

[superkamiguy1]

Jul 1, 2024 2:09:02 GMT Valhalla Erikson said:

Meanwhile in Heaven

“Well sir! I say hell’s got another resident!” Adam say finishing his hotdog.

“Part of me looks forward to The Vees roasting him” Lute say

“Not as bad as that jezebug would l” Adam laughs

“So….” Emily rubs the back of her neck. “ is nobody going to talk about that whole God‘s disappointment comment?”

“ To be fair, he’s not entirely wrong” Adam say

"Look at it this way: Moron was speeding down the highway to Hell anyway and I doubt our Lord would've been too interested in saving his bum ass or the C.H.E.R.U.B.S. would've received word about it. Really, Warren signed his own death warrant the instant he mouthed off to the Vampire. He's going to be burning in Hell until he either gets wiped by someone or we exterminate him. And he has nobody to blame for it but himself. 'Sides, I guarantee that every angel up here is disgusted with his bum ass anyway. Savvy?" Lute asked.

"Hmmm, yeah, okay, that makes sense." Emily acknowledged. "So does this mean that Vampires are more in tune with the laws of Heaven than we think as a result of their Daemons?"