I will carry out great Vengeance on them and Punish them in my Wrath.
Who: Master_Helsing, draculalite, untamable_angel
When: March 3rd, Midnight
Where: Sector 4, Square near local Cathedral
Summary: Through Walter, the incidents are marked and mapped, the evidence compiled like a three-cord rope, and the hands of Van Helsing will tie the noose about the arch fiend's neck. The professor's obsessive sleuthing pays off when his night of stalking has him chasing the heels of the arrogant vampire Raphael Sorel, who attacked his companion John Seward. Between Man and Monster a long awaited duel steps before the master jouster.
Warnings: PG (Probably Gory)
For he put on Righteousness as his Breastplate, and the Helmet of Salvation on his head; he put on the Garments of Vengeance and wrapped himself in a Cloak of Zeal.
This eve was a night of recompense and reckoning; for the professor had toiled in the gloaming and the twilight many a fortnight. As a man of tact and meticulous scheming, he had filled pages of information regarding the malignant activity of this world’s so-called ‘sanguinary’ community. Every incident was marked on a map in bright red ink, secluding the assaults to a small area of Sector 4.
“Pitiful creatures of habit...” Abraham silently regarded as he strode amidst the looming darkness.
According to their misdeeds, accordingly He will repay, fury to his adversaries, retribution to his enemies. In wrath He will repay them even to the ends of the earth.
The icon click of his heels against the concrete reverberated throughout the empty square, following by the hard tap of a black cane that steadied his noble ascent into madness. Such sounds were an Achilles to any unfortunate soul who carelessly walked these demon-infested nights. But it was all too clear, that the old man longed be heard by the ghastly things that inhabited this world…
So shall they fear the name of the Lord from the west, and His glory from the rising of the sun. For He shall come as a raging flood tide, which the breath of the Lord driveth.
…For he desired nothing more than to be the bell that tolled their death knell.
((ooc: Sorry for the delay! I had a bit of a brain-fart last night.))
When: March 3rd, Midnight
Where: Sector 4, Square near local Cathedral
Summary: Through Walter, the incidents are marked and mapped, the evidence compiled like a three-cord rope, and the hands of Van Helsing will tie the noose about the arch fiend's neck. The professor's obsessive sleuthing pays off when his night of stalking has him chasing the heels of the arrogant vampire Raphael Sorel, who attacked his companion John Seward. Between Man and Monster a long awaited duel steps before the master jouster.
Warnings: PG (Probably Gory)
For he put on Righteousness as his Breastplate, and the Helmet of Salvation on his head; he put on the Garments of Vengeance and wrapped himself in a Cloak of Zeal.
This eve was a night of recompense and reckoning; for the professor had toiled in the gloaming and the twilight many a fortnight. As a man of tact and meticulous scheming, he had filled pages of information regarding the malignant activity of this world’s so-called ‘sanguinary’ community. Every incident was marked on a map in bright red ink, secluding the assaults to a small area of Sector 4.
“Pitiful creatures of habit...” Abraham silently regarded as he strode amidst the looming darkness.
According to their misdeeds, accordingly He will repay, fury to his adversaries, retribution to his enemies. In wrath He will repay them even to the ends of the earth.
The icon click of his heels against the concrete reverberated throughout the empty square, following by the hard tap of a black cane that steadied his noble ascent into madness. Such sounds were an Achilles to any unfortunate soul who carelessly walked these demon-infested nights. But it was all too clear, that the old man longed be heard by the ghastly things that inhabited this world…
So shall they fear the name of the Lord from the west, and His glory from the rising of the sun. For He shall come as a raging flood tide, which the breath of the Lord driveth.
…For he desired nothing more than to be the bell that tolled their death knell.
((ooc: Sorry for the delay! I had a bit of a brain-fart last night.))