Fire in the Rain

e, reigned over Twilight City's vast realm. A high order social class of vampyrials, the Ambrogio's hands were

gest, of vampyrials influenced the night-loving urban life, and for on

d to him as a child, how humanity was the progenitors of their existence. Stories of humankind's cru

ast thought imaginable. Wars were met; truces ultimately made, coming upon

he history of man and beast

d what outcomes awaited him as he watched the tower's gate and its embroidered black suits-the keepers-guarding it

re not giants in physical nature but tall, masculine entities with dagger ea

what hid behind the keepers' fancy shades, but one could assume that they wer

craped at the stars amongst dark heavens, but how Lord Noctavion Vldadimus,

minute before seeing them up close. The path traveled gave the impression that the keepers were no les

assed through the gates and delved into a garden of cultivated plants and flowers so different from the Obsidian Ke

ptionist sipping a cup of what Zamson knew from the jump was blood. The coppe

ut restraint would plunge their thirsty eyes between the receptionist's thick breasts

arch and dip of her fine, f*ckable frame. And if she cared to notice, which she had done, she discovered Zamson's pen

t gesturing her hand of perfectly shaped na

e hall's end stood the undoing of two great doors, revealing the way the moment Zamson approached to only str

shaped spear and a great bone sword. And beyond that was a table fit for a boss; along with the red folder on

tch of legs, hips, and br

The chair turned, revealing Noctavion Vladimus in all his dark and handsome va

replied Zamson, "But you

showed up. In the fashion that you were destined to appear. Here and now. That is what

ll s

d surrounding the darkness of her slit pupils, narrowed into an amused glare.

that the flesh on his offended werewolf bones crawled. There was no trust to be had for

gs were silver-capped and encrusted with t

int, avoiding all the elegant words and superior speeches for the sake of time, which I have much of

e to pick u

said Countessa. So quick and venomously precise in her reply that Zamson s

calm, exceptionally too relaxed, and that shouldn't surprise Zamson, and it didn't, for

able. Zamson took the folder up to browse the papers and photos inside. "By the time you make contact, you will intercept her t

e assumed the most just from the first loose pages read alone. "A vampyrial contract is an

The wolf has a few speckles of shit for

h, must fulfill it. As for your other concern, it would be blatantly evident if one of us were to appear." Noctavion smiled. "Her

o decline this v

her head at him. It wasn't

reathing words into Countessa's tilt and stare. He extended his han

e dared to decline a contract. All who

ampyrial lord relaxed in his big chair like a throne accepting of its night

va of a counterpart, then turned to take his leave. The black suits shadowed him. It wa

Ambrogio's wishes. According to Zamson's memory, vampyrials of Noctavion's noble stature tend to get what they want when they wa

t turn around, shift out of his fleshy shell and wolf the whole suite to precious sp

o

urvive this task so that he cav

was sealed.

ride around in, you are nothing but a packless feral dog. High time you employ your gi

he Lady figured her co

rted Zamson until they were out of sight but not out of mind. "Maybe he

ong held a strong force of

they re

without much hostility. If he doesn't,"-he turned his attention over to one of the pillars near the curtain

*

tence more than just a composition of nuts, bolts, pistons, and gears, but an angry union broiling hot within her starless chassis, charging dow

rfect turn, Zamson, with Logan and two of Noctavion's keepers along for the ride, drove through what traffic inch

, shrinking its colorful brilliance as darkness consumed its ligh

s of burning embers as rapidly as inhumanly possible. There

her very soul. The car's howling engines blistered hot, an untamed rage fused with the steady pressure of Zamson's foot on the gas and the violent swit

the unreal as Logan, too, was a beast that appreciated the speed and power of Zamson's

the pointed ears of the two vampyrial men in black sitting behind t

, the emergence of Zamson's console lit up, and Shane's

inly due to the heavy tunes being their only saving grace in the face of being accompanied by Noctavion's henchmen.

uite high. You need brains to m

You might want to

ile he was sort of ahead. "I was checking in. Your target is on the move and changed route. Why? I do

picious brow. "And

my best of friends ride off into the moonlight without eyes on your back? Fuck, you

wo vampires watching silently in the back seat. "And you're always a

ed. He did his best to sell his most confide

tched. "We didn'

k Wolf, you tend to attract

ghed. "Fl

g suspect to," Shane said. "Expect difficulty. Not that I doubt the common sense between th

ing an armored truck operated by PALADIN. It'l

onsole to make that happen. Pandemona needed it on the inside, at least. A moment of pause to fill

agreement. "Not going to lie, he

e so quiet, so eerily quiet, that a fool unknown to their unfortunate misfortune would fall victim to their ghostly silence, hearing and seeing al

secretly insane-two vampyrials from the crimelord himself, advoca

en your car." Zamson thoug

auled cross-country by some secret organization. The stuff of movies. That said, the good lord requested that you ferry your steed into the fir

f Pandemona became crowded with violent music and dark rap verses once again. But, of course, that was the problem, two vampyrials

collared, unlike the rest of their ancestors and the vampyrials-vampires-