The abating northern winds blew silently through the desolate city of Old Yoke.
The night was cold and merciless, whispers of the forgotten horrors sang. And the howls of dying legends cried.
Like the flying dart of a gambling den, a blur zoomed pass, it stopped and crackled, a vampiric spawn, its maw biting down on the leg of an unfortunate human who had crossed the path of its demise.
Below the horror was a house, a slightly slanted crucifix dripped constantly of blood on a metal basin creating a taunting rhythmic sound.
As the carving of Christ swung slowly at the over hang of the dilapidated building, the front door creaked open, a repeated bounce of something squishy echoing from within.
It continued from the abysmal dark depth of the building and soon it revealed itself as an eyeball of human descent, it bounced no more but rolled and stopped just as it was about to tip over from the doorstep.
Then the door was slammed shut by a strong force and stillness prevailed, until a low growl was heard, the roof tiles were shifted by sheer pressure.
The bat like creature perching itself at the chimney of the building, its body reverberated and twitched surreally, bones were broken and reshaped.
Skin contracted, its wings were detached from its arms and became separate limbs, the former grotesque body and features morphed into a more human appearance.
Moments passed and a naked male beauty sat on the chimney with it's bat wings folded behind him, " Master's spawns are depreciating, he is here, the Lord of Horrors is here " it said in a husky voice.
He stood under the silver moon and uttered an inhumane scream which causes an earthquake to tear through the city while shaking it violently.
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Far west of Old Yoke, a figure in the apparel of a trench coat. Gait calmly through the streets, a cigarette stick burning between the lips. The cause of the smoke which veiled his face.
His calculated steps were soon interrupted by a violent quake, he effortlessly jumped sideways with his hands still nestled in his trench coats pockets.
Narrowly he escaped an aftershock, which consumed anything standing in it's path. He looked at the hole and his face turned sour, " It came from something strong, I need to stay hidden and move. "
Sprinting away from the area, he held his pistol in his left hand, slowing down, he blended into the dim shades where the influence of the silver moon couldn't continue.
He stopped running and made a mental note of his location, he turned into an alley and froze instinctively, " Lady Serina ", he mumbled cautiously advancing into the alley way.
A turn was made to the left, then the cries of a child was heard, eerily, bloodcurdling, at a distance, he saw it, the misty distance, partially veiling a tall lanky silhouette.
During the period of the normal world, it could easily be mistaken for a street lamp, but in this era, absolutely nothing is what it seems.
At that misty distance stood something terrifying, something he shouldn't encounter.
Non-biodegradable trash lay galore on the narrow alleyway, in heaps and in singular units. Now Calvin had two options, to turn back and face the earthquake causing horror.
Or to face the danger of trying to out maneuver Lady Serina, the dreadful knocker, { Belial : Overrated spirit, what is it } a female devil said in his mind.
Sorting for a plan, Calvin explained, " Lady Serina, is a legend also known as the knocker, it was told to put children through good behaviour but now its here with all it's proclaimed abilities. "
Walking closer he continued, " With vanishing speed and unmatched might, no one who ever encounters Lady Serina was ever heard of again. She was lastly said to be the middle child of the three supernatural beings who form the entity, Dancing Eve. "
Calvin grimaced as he took another step forward, the sound of aluminum cans been thrown around, he gnashed his teeth and walked a few paces and crouched behind a dumpster.
Loud wailings disrupted his focus, growing louder and louder as moments passed, " Her spawn. " he reasoned, he clicked on the air twice, activating a holographic panel.
It was akin to the a computer drawing art design system, he touched a pen icon and a pencil appeared in his hand.
With that he sketched a one lense binocular and clicked on it once, the holographic panel vanished leaving a binocular to fall into his grasp.
Stretching the binocular to it's maximum length, he bent it to the left to have a look, immediately his sight caught the figured of a small child, clothes in nothing but a diaper.
Calvin knew it was nothing but a living illusion, a trap for those who crossed the path of Lady Serina.
He dismissed the telescope, locking it into the infinite depths of his inventory, he picked his dropped gun with his left hand and his sword on his right.
The tip of the blade dug into the dirt as Calvin held it firmly, his custom designed desert eagle ready to shoot down anything forthcoming.
The cry shifted. The wailings splintered into giggles, wet and cruel. An empty can rolled towards him nudged by unseen fingers.
A chime rang in his skull, cold, detached.
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[ All Passive Traits Have Been Activated ]
[ Scenario Initiated ]
[ Title : Confrontation ]
[ Description : Confront the dancing death and miraculously live ]
[ Reward : First Skill!!! 150 Exp, 10 Stat points, 30 Possession points ]
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The words faded like frost, leaving the silence rawer than before.
Paying no heed to the system notification, he waited, however, with the cease of the child's noise, he could only hear his rhythmic breathing, he kept calm.
A drop of liquid suddenly hit his shoulder, it was heavy and acidic.
* Bang *
His pistol barked, muzzle illuminating briefly a fraction of the darkness. He sprinted for the nearest doorway boots hammering stone, slammed it shut behind him. For one trembling second the universe went still.
Before he entered the building, his eyes caught a glimpse of the lanky silhouette.
Although it stopped nearly three miles away and was a veiled by the covering of a mist, Calvin could have sworn he noticed the horror, tilt its head to the left.
While in he heard a soft gentle knock, he went stiff, his plan had failed. Slowly he turned like a malfunction robot and came face to face with her.
Inhumanely long strands of hair cascaded from the daunting height of nearly fifteen feet, her long hair which covered her face slowly parted to reveal an extremely pale female face.
Unnaturally her chapped lips slowly cracked open to a wide grin, her dazzling white jagged teeth glittered and the edges of her lips stretched to reach her ears.
{ Lucifer : Quick death, hand me the reins }, ' She knocked from inside ' he mumbled fighting of his petrification, { Belial : Pride is meaningless here. Let me steer }.
Calvin was perspiring, he listened not to the arguments his inner devils made but was strategizing an escape route which seemed impossible when it came to lady Serina.