New York : Vampire

Ghosts, spirits and stakes

So the other Dragon Mister finally came back finally came back. Turns out that he was gone, because he fell down from the rooftop after trying to communicate with the “transformatorine” he spent a few weeks in torpor and he also had a jar stuck in his leg… Now he wanted us to stake his (ex?) girlfriend Lana, as he was afraid that his Invictus friends might hurt or Poe (who was very eager to take her down to the sewers with him: ) might finally go ahead with his plan. Alex didn’t care much about her, but it didn’t seem to him like it a nice thing to do to him. Weren’t these silly Invictus customs supposed to be a thing of the past? But Walter also thought that this was the right thing to do, and he’s usually right most of the time, so Alex reluctantly agreed to help them.

It didn’t work as well they might have expected, as she ran away using the special skills Daniel taught her, the moment Poe charged her with a pointy object in his hands. Obviously she he ran to Daniel for help who tried pretending that he’s going to help her, but obviously anyone could see through his deception by now. Eventually Poe caught up with her outside the house and did the “right thing” by driving the stake right into her heart after knocking her down to the ground…

The next night Walter agreed to give Poe his vial of “Solace” in exchange for allowing him to experiment on him for half of the day. He didn’t find anything particularly interesting, aside from one thing. When was performing the “mirror test” on Poe for a brief moment he glimpsed a dark-haired woman dressed in white standing still in the background. Mildly distraught, the next night they told the rest of the Coterie about it. And after concentrating his senses Alex was able to see a figure standing right behind Poe – she even reacted to their presence as she scrambled to the edge of the room when Alex tried to approach her. With Walter’s aid they were able to devise a method to communicate with her – by writing down the entire alphabet on a scrap of paper.

Turns out that Miss Daily, who had intentions to peddle this drink in New York, was actually making [it from human spirits which were imprisoned in the potion].. The ghost was begging Alex to murder Daily, hopping this would free her. But since the ghost seemed to be very unconfused and unsure about what has actually happened to her – she couldn’t even remember her name (they decided to call her Lucy) nobody was too eager to jump right to the killing, and Walter (wise as he usually is) suggested to wait until they could learn more about what’s actually happened.

They managed to convince the ghost to help them deal with the “transformatorine” spirit on the roof. Apparently Daniel had a vision, before hitting the ground (by the sound of it might have been caused by the brain injury he sustained when he hit the ground) turns out that this electricity spirit was afraid of insulation coating on wires lying on the roof, just outside the shack, so Walter thought that if they found out what material it’s made from they could construct a box from it and imprison the spirit inside. They devised a plan: they would go upstairs, run to the shack, Poe and Walter would grab the wires, while Alex and the ghost, Lucy would try communicating with spirit. It didn’t go exactly to plan cause the spirit wasn’t there, they did get the wires, though… but it turned out that they were just that – ordinary wires….

Daniel's Letter to Master Basani
Remember to pay your debts

A letter is slid in under Tesoro‘s room’s door one night.

Dear Master Alfonso Tesoro Basani, Manhattan’s Councillor of New York, my Coteriemate,

We have missed your impulsive mind so much last week. We were keeping ourselves very busy and your decisiveness and rashness would have been very appreciated.

I am writing to you on behalf of your promise to find me a champion for my duel with Master Darrel Hart. You have promised to talk with Master Poe Dellaware and get him as my champion. However, up to the time of duel – which happened this Sunday – you have not talked with Master Dellaware and have not done the service required and so I was forced to do it myself. This however means that your debt to me for killing and turning my ghoul, Lana Carlson, into a revenant has not been repaid.

I will still be kind for now, and still keep it a secret to make sure your position as councillor’s is not compromised. Instead, I will ask for a more physical repayment of this. Before her death, Lana Carlson was my means of publishing books and earning money from their royalties. With her being effectively dead, this has been void to me. So instead, you will have to be my means – as per usual, for a year and a day (although the day won’t figure into this as usually). I will give you all the details on personal life of Lana and her relatives, as well as access to her house, so you could fabricate any story of her death and make it so that someone of your people would take the rights of current royalties from works I published through her. As well, that person will have to be my new piece for publishing new literary works and earning royalty money.

To make sure that the deal doesn’t come lightly, I request that every month the sum payed for your debt would be $2,500 dollars and not a cent less. If I will earn enough money through my royalties, you are fine as long as the means of getting them are still there, however, if my royalties will dip, the difference will have to be covered by you.

I hope you will respond to this understandably.

Yours faithfully,
Dragon Mister Daniel Milton, Player of New York, Slave of Ordo

Chp 16: Sacrifices
Life is never 'easy and dandy'

First page of the draft is full of watered down and smudged ink, barely readable text and a lot of crossed out lines. Upon better examination, you are pretty sure that the writer for a long time was sitting prone on the paper and crying. It is hard to read in coherent sentences, but you can understand that this page was supposed to talk about Lana’s Carlson staking, however, it is clear that the writer could not find words to express this on paper and was still very distraught about her situation. You see ‘Why did it have to be you?’ and ‘I am sorry’ multiple times in fine print at edges of the page. The next page only has one sentence written in huge capital letters:


After that, the rest of the draft looks to be written in the usual style.

Afterwards, Dragon Mister Daniel Milton decided that it was high time to get rid of the jar he carried as his reminder by apportating it out of his body in the sight of Master Poe Dellaware. However, he failed to think that part of his flesh was already grown with the jar, and that apportating meant losing control of leg until it was regenerated. Thankfully, Dragon Mister Walter Alistair McClanahan had some blood bags he could spare for few days.

The next night, the young Coterie gathered again together and they were discussing the ‘Solace’ drug, produced by Miss Cathleen Daily. Mister McClanahan and Master Dellaware were researching a bit more into it, and Master Dellaware has consumed another dose of it to spend the previous day with his former wife as a human. However, during research, suspicions were raised that the drug was having some side effects, and after Mister Milton’s deep senses and the fact Master Alex Coleman could actually see it, they found out that the drug was made out of ghosts, and now Master Dellaware was carrying one – which the coterie eventually called ‘Lucy’, as she didn’t remember her name. The Kindred were split on what to do with the Ghost and the drug’s creator, but they have communicated with it. Its biggest desire was to kill her creator, as she had imprisoned her and made her suffer, but now she was stuck to Master Dellaware, as such was her Ban.

While they couldn’t decide on what to do with Ghost’s fate, they decided to see if she could be useful and attempted to use her to communicate with Per Vim Morte, the Spirit on top of their new home. Mister McClanahan made a perfect plan for storming topside and collecting the cables which were its bane, while the Ghost tried to communicate with it. All went perfect, until a moment when Mister Milton felt it was too calm and that Spirit was completely dormant. However, not wanting to risk too much, he followed everyone down into the building. The Ghost was unable to communicate with the Spirit, but at least the Bane materials were equipped.

While they were planning, Mister Milton also asked Master Dellaware to champion in his upcoming duel with Master Darrel Hart, as Master Alfonso ‘Tesoro’ Basani has not done what was promised. He agreed, and the next night they set out on a ferry between Staten Island and Manhattan to settle the matter. Before the fight, Mister Milton offered some of his Vitae, which has prepared Master Dellaware mentally for the fight and emboldened him. During the duel, Master Hart tried to appeal to friendship of Master Dellaware’s, but thankfully, honor and duty was above feelings in this combat. Although at first it looked like Master Hart had the upper hand, after a few of close blows and a tear into his throat, Master Dellaware managed to put the Carthian unconscious. This, however, has made quite a complication for duel’s victor, as he could neither get Vinculum due to the new law banning it, nor force the reviving of Master Hart so he could serve Mister Milton. He had no other choice but to accept the victory with no rewards. At least the stain itself was cleared.

The adventures Daniel's leg saw
And felt

This seems to be an excerpt from Daniel’s notebook:

Sometimes it’s a wonder that your body parts don’t develop a conscience of their own with all the adventures and hardship they suffer. If there was so much it did over a couple of weeks, it would have been these two weeks. It all started with me travelling to Cathedral, as Miss Hutchings said she had more information about one of our problems. Maybe her heart softened after Master Basani got Miss Diaz as his Hound. I still don’t understand his decision for Lancean Hound – there was no need to stay happy with every covenant. But well, his funeral.

I still can’t believe the sight I saw down there. I thought Circle was brutal… But this…. What I saw was our famous ‘M’ – Milton Vasquez…….. crucified. Mouth had scarring and was covered, and overall his injuries were terrible – way worse than what I do to test subjects. At least I end them quickly afterwards. In any case, I had a little chat with him in his mind, and clearly he was out of his mind – the torture not helping it anyhow. Not wanting the Lance to reap the benefits of having his mind, I end his life right there. I saw opportunity by grabbing the hammer and smashing him – he most likely would have passed out from a single hit – but that bishop saw through it, and apparently she has Dominate, because afterwards my legs started listening to her. Milton is still there, in the Cathedral.

This has been overheard in Daniel’s conversation with Walter:

“To explain all that well, I need to start at the beginning – after meeting Allan – you remember him, right? – a few weeks ago, we had a bit of an argument on all the different powers and why certain people are locked to certain powers – like why can’t we ever learn Mage secrets directly. The argument itself was fruitless, but Allan offered to get me in contact to what he called “an expert in death and souls” – Alysha – actually just before meeting her, I found out all about the dagger and dice as I was trying to impress her. So anyway, we decided to combine our efforts and try to find a way for me to unlock… I guess I should call it, outside supernatural. Though no, that would sound stupid during presentation." He muttered to himself. "In any case, she hoped to further her knowledge into souls, while I would have chance to learn more into different supernaturals. And after a week and some, we have developed a sort of ritual, which involved captured Ghosts – one of which was contained in this jar. During it, I was infused with said Ghosts contained in my Ectoplasm as a carrier – hence my paleness and general health when I returned that night.

However, what happened afterwards was just AMAZING! All the items in the room started poofing in the air and teleporting around in a disjointed dance. It was just marvelous. <…“”…> However, I would not like to demonstrate yet, as the two times I have tried out, they seemed to fizzle out in an equally spectacular fashion. First time, <…> focused into this jar, <…> so it teleported straight in my leg. At first it was terribly hot, but the heat didn’t seem to have harmed me or my beast too much – thankfully it wasn’t open fire or something enough to cause it. The second time was on the roof – this time <…> tried to make the lock on substation disappear, <…> focusing it away to the side, while I was waiting at the safe distance on the ladder, ready to climb down if needed but… I blinked… and I was in front of the door with lock gone."

Another excerpt from Daniel’s notebook:

Why was it so hard for Walter to understand that Pat and Rick were my friends?..

I return home after the experiment all battered up, and he broke me the news of Lana’s death like she was nobody – a tool to be replaced. He didn’t even bother to at least find the body, even less about offering any moral support. Of course my Beast couldn’t take it. Next moment I know I see myself and Rick trying to fight Walter but being thwarted by his Dominate… I hate that thing… Afterwards he even decides to tarnish my friends to mud like they were some sort of trash. Absolutely disgraceful. I could not take that either. I threatened to leave his place and only that sorted his mind straight. But at least all that went fine afterwards and we’re back to normal. He even gave me his protective suit. To assure him, I didn’t take the final key… Hmph, like I needed it.

And then after that I will get Lana back. I will make Tesoro bring her back.

Most recent excerpt from Daniel’s notebook

So my leg starts walking on its own, becomes witness of terrible destiny for one of Masters Basani, Poe or Alex, then suffered a jar to its innards, which is still there, was stopped yet again against my will, and afterwards shocked heavily and crushed from my fall. If it had any consciousness, I think by now it would have actively revolted against me like the French did in 18th century. Maybe it’s good they’re just part of me.

Another night of murder and other exciting adventures

An NYPD police officer murdered in the area of Manhatenville community center….] [… body of officer Paul Tuozzolo was reportedly found inside the sewage..] [.. NYPD are investigating whether this is related to the spate of gang violence ralated murders in the area…]
New York Daily News

The NYPD are investigating a series of murders in Amsterdam Avenue area…][…suspects, still at large, two Caucasian males both of unnaturally pale complexion…] […both wearing similiar leather jackets…] […reportedly beaten a passer by to death on the intersection of Amsterdam Ave and 129th street…]
New York Post

An elderly women gone missing in Manhatenville…] […neighbours claim that she left to star in a horror movie..][..NYPD report that this is not related to the recent spree of murders in the area, linked to gang violence]…
The New York Times

Are excerpts from some of the stories Alex would have read in the crime sections of local New York news sites, had he browsed them this week, which he didn’t. In fact he didn’t read the news that much at all. As you might have guessed our friends, survived a few more interesting nights full of uncalled for violence and misunderstandings.

On the bright side – it turns out the girl, Lana, whom Tesoro dumped into the river last week after mercilessly beating her, in fact survived that ordeal. She was now drinking blood from the neck of an elderly woman lying dead on the floor as Alex & Walter were entering the staircase of apartment building the tiny flat they used to use for their meetings was in. After satisfying her thirst she found herself in rather distraught state, but she calmed down in the warm hands of Walter after he brought her back inside the apartment. Waking up in the middle of the Hudson river as she did must have been hell of an experience. Turns out she ran back to the last place she was at – desperately looking for her dear master Daniel, who she hoped could have explained what was happening to her. She only found Poe’s friend Shawn there, though… Who was rather scared by this nearly undead visitor , but still managed to call Poe. Who ran as fast as he could to the rescue and stopped her before she could finish Shawn off. After a short struggle Poe threw her outside the apartment through the empty doorway (he destroyed the door itself when he was entering the premises). There she encountered the unlucky lady we have already met…

Having spent sometime in the bottom of a river, she was not in a very good shape, so Walter sent Alex to get some new clothes as he took Lena to the shower. Sadly, Alex probably wasn’t the best choice for this task (as we have to admit for most of the other tasks he had attempted before). He was rather hungry that night and when his beast took over him he managed to murder a policeman patrolling in the park outside, after a brief scuffle. He did not want to look like a fool in front of everyone else and more importantly he did not want to upset his dear friend Walter, who seemed to still have this rather peculiar sense of respect for human life, despite of participating a murder cover-up or two every other week. So Alex decided not to tell anyone about this event as he cleaned himself up and went looking for a clothing store. Heck.. another body lying around in the neighbourhood won’t probably do much more harm…

As, yet again, police sirens were passing by the apartment building, the group hurried back to their new home. Poe was rather uneasy about this whole situation, as he considered his duty as one of the Nosferatu to dispose of Lana (she was one of the “accidental” vampires nobody had officially embraced after all) by sacrificing her to the being that dwelt in the depths of Nosferatu sewage-catacomb hideout. But Walter convinced him that they should delay this for a while at least – as our honourable councillor Tesoro should have the right to decide her fate, since it was he who (technically) embraced her.

Back at their new building, where luckily they did not have any neighbours that could be murdered, they meet a new visitor – Cathleen. She hoped to establish a new business in New York and was hoping to meet with Councillor Tesoro. The good she hoping to sell here was a mysterious potion called “Solace”, a vial of which was supposed to turn the undead back to a human, albeit only for one night. She gave those present samples of this mysterious elixir, yet did not elaborate how much additional vials might cost..

The first one to try it out was Poe, who hurried to the home of his common law wife Stella, whom he did not see for years, after gazing at her while she was sleeping through the backyard window he could not suppress his desire to touch and embrace her again, so he drank the potion and knocked at the window…

A rather bewildering conversation followed during which Poe first tried to convince Stella that he is a part of her dream, then that dark forces had prevented him from seeing her for all these year and at the end he confessed that he was in fact a vampire… Stella obviously confused, yet happy that Poe is after all alive decided that he must be on drugs and that they should see a doctor first thing in the morning…

After an even more bizarre day Poe spent with Stella and their grandson Vinnie (at the end of which they decided to delay the doctor’s appointment till the next morning) Poe suddenly died in the backyard after sneaking out of Stella’s bed as she was asleep. Luckily Vinnie (who was already aware of Poe’s current state) was there and dragged him to beck his room. Where they discussed various ways to solve this situation.

Next night after covertly exploring the locked Ordo Dracul’s laboratory on the top floor and the paranormal sub-station on the roof Alex on his way down ran into none other but our new notary mr. Lynch. Alex (being in rather non-confrontational mood that night) decided to show his respect for mr. Lynch with one of these frivolous titles Invictus revered so much. Alas, it turned out that mr Lynch should not be referred to as “Alder, Notary”, since he in fact was “Lord, Notary”. But apparently the tone of Alex’s voice was not respectful enough when he corrected this abominable mistake and mr. Lynch promptly challenged him to a duel to avenge this heinous insult.

Alex, being prideful in his own idiotic sort of way, went on with this charade which ended with him being stabbed in the hand and having to lie down on the floor to acknowledge Lord Notary Lynch’s supremacy..

The Game of Dice (with the God of Death), Part 1

The night started as most of them had, with most of us gathering in that cramped apartment. Daniel was missing again, as he was for the past week or two – busy with his fancy Invictus research. Suddenly we heard a knot at the door. Poe went to check it, apparently it was some girl – a human. Turned out that she was Daniel’s ghoul named Lana and she brought us a message from him. Seems that Daniel found some random junk at the home of that woman Tesoro and Poe murdered a while ago, because some guy who called himself ‘M’ told us so.. There were 2 dice, a knife and a mirror (he wasn’t sure if we actually needed the mirror or not, but added it anyway – so nice of him). Daniel had decided that the deceased woman – Pat Wolfe, had used these dice to play a game with the God of Death himself every year since the 15th century. And more surprisingly turns out that she somehow she managed to win every single time. This God must really suck at dice… And now the one who killed the last player must take her place or he shall die…

After hearing Lana read this story I wasn’t sure if master-mister Milton wasn’t just making a joke (might be he just believed in every silly old story he read in his old books, though). The other seemed to have taken the story seriously and Poe and Tesoro were arguing about who dealt the last blow to that woman. Walter decided to call Daniel and ask him whether he left out any details. He didn’t. So Walter departed to his library to read more old books… Lana remained with us, not sure having a live human in the same room as Tesoro is good idea, but we’ll see…

As our magnificent researcher left we decided to conduct an experiment of our own. If you use the dice to play with the God of death what happens if you just throw them? It might be just a silly story, but why take the risk.. So we decided to find a -victim a volunteer to test this for us. I, Tesoro and Poe went outside to the street to look for one, while Lana remained in out spacious studio flat.

A couple were passing by, I just went to them and offered $50 to throw this pair ordinary dice I was holding in a bag. The guy agreed, picked them up, lifted his hand and threw them – it was 2 and 3. Surprisingly or not nothing happened and I Started walking back to the apartment, when suddenly Tesoro ran pass me. He jumped in front of the same guy and demanded his wallet. It was hard not to laugh when looking at this scene – if he needed cash so badly he might have just asked… The guy refused so Tesoro hit him, I rushed there and tried stopping him, but he slipped out of my hands and proceed at throwing the poor fellow at the wall – this apparently broke his back and Tesoro proceed at taking his wallet and then drinking what remained of his blood.

I didn’t have much too say, so I went back to the flat, as Poe and Tesoro were dragging to body to the sewer drain. Back in the flat an oversized crow was flapping right at the window, it started squeaking and hitting it with it’s beak, probably it was Tesoro, but it was just too funny watching him trying to get in. Lana didn’t seem t realise that and was a bit afraid, though. After a while I did let him in, he tried hitting me with his beak – he missed and Lana smashed him with a frying pan, she got from somewhere, shouting “I got him! I got him!”. When crow which fell to the floor it started turning to Tesoro with a broken arm – Lana seemed to have been a bit surprised. Tesoro was quite angry and was looking at seemingly preparing to attack. I intercepted him and as we were grappling on the floor and I shouted that she should run. She was surpassingly fast for a human and when Tesoro somehow overpowered me she was already outside of the house. I tried chasing Tesoro, but as Police sirens were already on the street corner, I went back to the flat. From what I heard later Tesoro chased her down to the docks, caught her on a Pier, murdered her and hid her body somewhere under a rock in the Hudson.

Maybe Daniel was right so far every mortal who touched dice ended up dead… I sneaked out of the flat when police came knocking at the door and went home. I decided to ask the Goddess if the story and this game had any meaning to it. Turned out that this wasn’t some silly story, the Crone revealed to me that this game with the god of death was indeed real and you would have to play it in the “land of the dead”.

After a couple of nights Walter called me and asked me to come to the flat. He did some reading and learned more things about this game, he even found the entrance to this “land of the dead” – it was in some cemetery in Manhattan… The player and the god both threw the dice, if the player won he would live another year, if he lost – he died, but if he refused to play bad things would happen. Apparently the black death was caused by one of such events. After learning these new facts I inquired the Goddes on how did this Pat Wolfe manage to win against such odds for more than 500 years in a row. Turns out she was cheating and the dice she had were special, if she sacrificed a person with attached dagger the dice would always roll two sixes.

So Tesoro would not have to just trust just his luck for this one, we would just need to sacrifice someone every year for him to win. But after talking with Poe, Tesoro decided that he did not want to sacrifice anybody and that Walter should find a less cruel way to cheat. Turns out that he is morally opposed to murdering people if their death served some purpose, he’s only fine with murdering people for no reason at all. After I reminded him that the Goddess showed us this path for a reason, and the he should not oppose her will he swiftly changed her mind. Then we went looking for victims…

Endless nights (and days) of research
Or how to cheat death at dice

Walter was sitting over the desk full of papers, articles and books. Most of his notes were usually in his laptop, but now he even grabbed an old school notebook to help him think this through.

He found so many ways of affecting your luck, rabbit’s feet, horseshoes, Four-Leaf clover, even coins or bamboo, but none of them seemed to ensure that luck. Some the straight out fake or pure result of statistical variance. Apparently you could even ask a witch to bless you or make trade with goblin, although the last goblin they met didn’t seem too keen on trading anything or even talking at all.

The dice they already had simply were the most logical and clear answer to him even after all this research. Yet he couldn’t forget a look on Poe’s face when he claimed this wrong and that a single life for greater good was still not acceptable to save the world for a year.
Damn fucking hypocrite, who stood by when Tesoro would kill innocents one after another for stupid reasons, yet saving god damn world by sacrificing one is off the limits. Face in his palms he chuckled at the stupid irony of that.

Daniel’s letter did take them by surprise. Presented by his ghoul, Lana, message that now Tesoro or Poe, who killed Pat Wolfe would now need to play with god of death, or well, one of them, Extrema Cavae Dei.

He researched it vigorously and did indeed find a lot of legends about the game, the chosen to play the game and even some specific tips on how to get to the world of Undead. Silly as it sounded, the theories got confirmed by the ritual Alex did.

Furthermore, Alex did manage to find out that the dagger in their possession made the dice to throw double sixes if one killed a person before hand. Walter always wondered how the hell did their gods exactly show them stuff like that, but he could only envy powers like that. Days of professional research could only do as much as an hour of bloody chanting from that guy.

Thoughts about blood brought him back to Tesoro random rampages which cost them at least 2 more accidental lives and attention of Police in their lands. He did realize at that moment, that he didn’t mind the deaths of those random mortals anymore, he minded the complications on their feedings and their plans and actions in the Manhattanville.

Asking to test the dagger and dice outside their lands was more than logical and the cost of some random hobos, who had no life already didn’t even seem to weight at his conscience that much. He only seemed more motivated and competitive for it.

Already since the death of Dusk at his hands, he did notice himself becoming more practical and accustomed to the under life where deaths of mortals seemed like simple statistical variance in the plans of the machine. He looked over the stack of papers with his notes cramped to the corner for now as he researched other things. He did need to get back onto writing that book soon, his Ordo future depended on it.

In that very moment he heard lock turning in the front door meaning that Daniel came back to the apartment. He definitely won’t be happy he did assign them that task…

Daniel's letter

My dearest Coterie,

I am sorry that I cannot be physically with you today and had to send my ghoul, and I hope you are feeling well, for I will soon ruin your mood. Enveloped in this letter are dice and dagger, and I also added mirror though I do not know if you will need it too. You will also find a small text about which I will explain soon. Also, the ghoul will stay with you – I have told her that she is here to serve you this week, and you might find her talents useful, both natural and supernatural ones.

Foul M, may the world curse his soul, hasn’t been too open about the tasks he was giving us (Dragon Mister Walter can give more details about M’s fate), and we really should not have rushed on that. If you remember our first target, the Blood Bather Pat Wolfe, she had quite a history with her, as it would be expected from ~700 year old person. After you have slain her, I took leisure of grabbing some items from her flat which felt supernatural to me, but for quite a while I could not crack the secrets of them. Today I finally found the purpose – and I am still in dread from it!..

The text is a retelling of a man back in Middle Ages who wanted to murder her – I even managed to match the place and name. However, he soon was driven away from such foul thoughts, as Pat warned him of consequences of her death. Pat Wolfe have played game with those dice and dagger against no other than God of Death himself, or so I believe from seeing all the honorifics. And after winning and, as I understand, digging that God into ground with exclamation “You shall not come to Earth for another year.”, she got protection from it. Whoever killed her would have to play the game too – or die.

Because no one of you are dead yet, I expect the game gives you a bit leeway, but I would not expect much. I do not have more information of how are you supposed to actually play it or if mirror is also tied to it, but well, there must be some mystery in the world and time is not a commodity I can spare more.

May the Dragon show You the Path!

Yours faithfully,
Dragon Mister Daniel Milton, a Player of New York, Slave of Ordo

Christmas fever
Or why white monsters hate cats and sledgehammers

Walter woke up sweaty. His heart was pounding like crazy, images from the nightmare still clear in his mind. Damn white furry Krampus. He hoped that sleep would have helped to freshen up from all those reindeer and gingerbread.

Standing in the shower, water streaming all over him he relieved the murder scene. Poor child’s body parts all over the furniture, eyeballs missing, blood soaked everywhere. He still didn’t know what happened to his parents or why Krampus had stayed in that house if he’s supposedly punishing kids all over the world.

It was actually funny when after a several hour investigation they found that bricked out compartment in an empty apartment. Took them another day to actually get tools to get through the stupid wall. Walter didn’t want to think what did that extra day meant to naughty children all over the world.

Damnnn, it even sounded stupid in his mind. A monster, size of a little finger, who stockpiles gingerbread, lives in a fucking pink doll house and mutilates children for fun?!

He imagined that stupid music from Benny Hill show while they were chasing a tiny monster through the apartments and staircase. Him slipping on spilled milk, Tesoro running around like a cat, Alex smashing walls with the sledgehammer and Krampus’ head exploding on a headshot in basement. Second later it inflating like a balloon to a size of an elephant.

Alistair decided he needed more rest. Recent levels of stress and sleepless days were paying their toll on him. As he opened his eyes water spraying and bouncing of his body reminded him of those bloody tears.

Now he wasn’t sure if it was real or not, but he had heard earlier that vampires can bleed like that from their eyes. Getting to see that was a bit different. He turned off water and dried himself.

While dressing he was still thinking if they pushed those ladies too hard. Well, if one can call vampires older than he – ladies. Why couldn’t he be embraced in his twenties or thirties…

Catching himself drifting he went back to analyzing that conversation. It was obvious that Gus had to be dealt with, but their means have been becoming more and more radical. Tesoro driving over Rebecca Diaz, his newly anointed hound like a bulldozer. Walter had to admit he was also disappointed when shadow didn’t actually get her any info as Daniel would usually, but damnnn, throwing that prostitute money at her was completely cruel.
And Heidi… Obviously mind fucked by that sick kid wouldn’t share anything. He had to insist… After that she was gone running and crying too. Probably worried that her family would be murdered for that. It was actually quite fascinating that fear and delusions stayed for dozens of years now. That child was definitely a cruel master of nightmare discipline. They’d need to be careful with that investigation. Powerful and unpredictable was a combination he fervently disliked.

As he finished buttoning his shirt, he went next to the mirror and checked if everything looked good. Satisfied, he put on the jacket and looked at the clock as he grabbed the jacket. He was almost running late. Walter was never late.

Milton nailed to a Cross
Somewhere in New York

Giant cross and a man, nailed to it stood in the middle of the room. There were holy words etched onto the cross. The man’s tongue had a big nail going through it, he couldn’t even properly close his mouth because of it. He was in pain. There was blood going down his body. Next to it Adelia was standing.

“Mister Milton…please."


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