HELP!! BEING MOVED. NOT SURE WHERE I AM. HEAR OTHERS WITH ME.
This was the message Superbia woke up to. The sender? Diamond Dreamfire. She scanned over the face of her phone as if trying to determine if it was some kind of prank or not before she finally decided that the chance that it was real meant that she needed to begin investigating. She used her thumb to dial DD, her shoulder holding her phone up to her ear as she hopped into a pair of jeans, careful not to trip over any shirts, or skirts, or shoes scattered around her bed in little mounds. Despite being one of the most tidy of individuals in her daily affairs outside of her home, Bee was the sort whose room looked to be the equivalent of a tornado and an earthquake, mating on top of a shopping mall. The phone rang and rang, and then it eventually went to voicemail. Curious.
She hated to be invasive when it came to things like thoughts. She knew all too well what it was like to have one’s mind looked into without permission and so she hoped that DD wouldn’t mind. As she ascended from the underground passage in the Temple, she let her mind connect with her fellow sister’s so that she could begin to rifle through the fragments of thoughts, the memories were like words on a page, and as she let her heeled feet traverse the stone floors of the temple leading towards large double doors, she spoke them aloud. And there it was.
She had been taken. One moment Diamond Dreamfire had been walking down the street, and the next she had felt a sharp pain. Stars. She had woken shortly later. Quickly, Bee began to go through the memories of the other Daughters of Destiny, trying to establish some kind of pattern. Simultaneously, she dialed Prudence’s number on her phone. “Ami Bloom was taken.” It was the first thing she said when the woman answered. It hadn’t been intentional, part of the whole telepathy game. And so Bia went on to explain what she had found out. What little she knew about the situation. Two of the members, two of the weaker members had been taken by some sort of group.
“A meeting.” That was part of the conversation as well. They all needed to meet so that they could talk about what was going on. While not all of the sisters had sworn to protect each other, Superbia felt that it was her duty as the Mother to help in protection. The problem was that the details as to the capture were few and far between.
Thus, with the intention in mind, she posted a time for a meeting (Just an hour or so after she was to get off the phone with Prudence) on the Daughters of Destiny board. They were all going to get together at Superbia’s apartment in Beta, a private location to discuss private lineage affairs. For her part in the whole thing, Bee intended to help track the women down. She had no clue who had taken them or why they had been stolen away, but she was certain that the next few hours would be very revealing. And so, she set up the living room with some extra seats so that they could all form some kind of plan of attack.
Macintosh had been in the business for some years, a man with few words, very few people understood why he did the things that he did. And yet, his men followed him without even a little bit of hesitation. As if they had been programmed, they knew sacrifice well, and had no issue with being killed, torture, or maimed if it meant that they were doing so under the order of their master.
“The time has come.” He said. There were dozens, maybe hundreds of men who were all neatly filed into squads of six across and six deep. There were four rows of them that filled the entire great hall and they spanned from column to column. Each man had a sword strapped across his back, with a rifle barrel resting on his shoulder. Most of them were bald, with tattoos and markings of their order scrawled upon flesh. Those who stood closest to the cages where the captives were held glowed, their symbols radiating a little bit of heat and a dull radiance that shone through the thinner parts of their garments.
It seemed creatures of darkness would not be able to hide from them.
“The Veil between our world and the spirit has grown thin as the Alignment of the planets draws into its place. This Holy Order shall unlock the key to the Firmament and unleash the power of the angels upon this world to cleanse it fully of the Night Kind.” His voice was clear, and deep. Resonant. B eautiful. But he was beautiful, from his short cropped black hair to his broad, powerful shoulders, all the way down. The only thing which marred an otherwise perfect figure was a hawk-like nose, which seemed to have been broken a few too many times. He was clearly used to fighting. “The Architect has made his designs clear. Tonight, their blood shall open the seal!”
There was a roar as the men cheered, and stomped. It had begun.
She hated to be invasive when it came to things like thoughts. She knew all too well what it was like to have one’s mind looked into without permission and so she hoped that DD wouldn’t mind. As she ascended from the underground passage in the Temple, she let her mind connect with her fellow sister’s so that she could begin to rifle through the fragments of thoughts, the memories were like words on a page, and as she let her heeled feet traverse the stone floors of the temple leading towards large double doors, she spoke them aloud. And there it was.
She had been taken. One moment Diamond Dreamfire had been walking down the street, and the next she had felt a sharp pain. Stars. She had woken shortly later. Quickly, Bee began to go through the memories of the other Daughters of Destiny, trying to establish some kind of pattern. Simultaneously, she dialed Prudence’s number on her phone. “Ami Bloom was taken.” It was the first thing she said when the woman answered. It hadn’t been intentional, part of the whole telepathy game. And so Bia went on to explain what she had found out. What little she knew about the situation. Two of the members, two of the weaker members had been taken by some sort of group.
“A meeting.” That was part of the conversation as well. They all needed to meet so that they could talk about what was going on. While not all of the sisters had sworn to protect each other, Superbia felt that it was her duty as the Mother to help in protection. The problem was that the details as to the capture were few and far between.
Thus, with the intention in mind, she posted a time for a meeting (Just an hour or so after she was to get off the phone with Prudence) on the Daughters of Destiny board. They were all going to get together at Superbia’s apartment in Beta, a private location to discuss private lineage affairs. For her part in the whole thing, Bee intended to help track the women down. She had no clue who had taken them or why they had been stolen away, but she was certain that the next few hours would be very revealing. And so, she set up the living room with some extra seats so that they could all form some kind of plan of attack.
Macintosh had been in the business for some years, a man with few words, very few people understood why he did the things that he did. And yet, his men followed him without even a little bit of hesitation. As if they had been programmed, they knew sacrifice well, and had no issue with being killed, torture, or maimed if it meant that they were doing so under the order of their master.
“The time has come.” He said. There were dozens, maybe hundreds of men who were all neatly filed into squads of six across and six deep. There were four rows of them that filled the entire great hall and they spanned from column to column. Each man had a sword strapped across his back, with a rifle barrel resting on his shoulder. Most of them were bald, with tattoos and markings of their order scrawled upon flesh. Those who stood closest to the cages where the captives were held glowed, their symbols radiating a little bit of heat and a dull radiance that shone through the thinner parts of their garments.
It seemed creatures of darkness would not be able to hide from them.
“The Veil between our world and the spirit has grown thin as the Alignment of the planets draws into its place. This Holy Order shall unlock the key to the Firmament and unleash the power of the angels upon this world to cleanse it fully of the Night Kind.” His voice was clear, and deep. Resonant. B eautiful. But he was beautiful, from his short cropped black hair to his broad, powerful shoulders, all the way down. The only thing which marred an otherwise perfect figure was a hawk-like nose, which seemed to have been broken a few too many times. He was clearly used to fighting. “The Architect has made his designs clear. Tonight, their blood shall open the seal!”
There was a roar as the men cheered, and stomped. It had begun.
