Uriel" "Army of God"

 

The final duel with Blade went better than expected. The guests had been previously placed in a "safe room," so the only casualties were a few bottles, two tables, and a cat that wandered in out of nowhere. We concluded that next time we'd have to charge for entrance (or for staying in the "safe room"), as more and more people were coming, but fewer and fewer were ordering any drinks, let alone food. Typical "gawkers."

On my way home, I stepped into the best "sanctuary" in the city, and as many believed, on the continent as well. However, the "Slaughterhouse" was already sparsely populated – dawn was approaching. So I didn't run into a single acquaintance. I drank two servings of Nectar of Life (Maharet had been very strict about my diet since the last incident) and continued on my way.

The walk seemed to be dragging on, so I decided to have some fun. A block away, I met a group of people. Let's have some fun! I headed towards them. They noticed me and started looking around nervously.

"Excuse me, gentlemen, do you have any blood to spare? I'd love a snack."

I bared my fangs and was starting to enjoy myself when I saw the fear in their eyes. But the fear was quickly replaced by something completely different:

"Beat the leech! For God's sake!"

I didn't even notice when they all pulled out Ingram's clothes from under their jackets. When they started shooting, I used my acceleration ability and stood behind one of them. They didn't seem to care much about the fate of their compatriots, because a moment later my "shield" was almost split in half by three rapid-fire bursts from pistols. Another dodge, and I cracked the skulls of two more guys (one against the other). The last one ran away, firing a few bullets in farewell. I caught up with him and tried to "interrogate" him, but suddenly he turned around and shouted,

"For God's sake!"

"He blew his head off. So they didn't care about their own lives either? What kind of morons are these? Some kind of kamikaze cult? Never mind, I'll find out later. The sun's rising soon.

I slept soundly through the day and the next evening went to Slash to find out about those crazy kamikaze fanatics.

"Hey Blade! Double tequila today!"

"Ooo... Any news from the big wide world?

" "Nothing new. Four rednecks with machine guns." But there was something that set them apart from ordinary cannon fodder.

"What was it, my friend? What incredible abilities set them apart from ordinary people?"

"And you're cynical as usual... I'm not laughing. Okay, I admit I had a great time at first. But all good things must come to an end. And that 'special ability,' as you put it, was that they recognized me as a Cainite...

" "And?"

- They were screaming something about God. One of them blew his head off with his name on his lips.

- Well. It could be something bigger. I'll ask around. But I can't do much on my own...

- All right, I'll snoop around in the Slaughterhouse; I'd appreciate it if you didn't go there.

- Spox, it's not the same. Now it's just the "bad guys"...

- Thanks, I'll come back tomorrow or the day after.

Sleep was kind to me again. I dreamed of yesterday's action - the walls of the building and the sidewalk spattered with blood. The sight disgusted me (in terms of waste), but overall it wasn't a nightmare.

That evening the Slaughterhouse was bustling with life ;-) and it was hard to squeeze into the bar. However, I found my old friend pretty quickly.

- Kormack!

- Uriel! I haven't seen you here for a while. What business brings you to my humble abode?

"Not a pleasant situation, depending on how you look at it.

" "I'm listening...

" "Have you heard anything about God?

" "Yes. He doesn't exist. Some group of about 20 idiots figured they were his envoys on Earth and had to destroy all of Cain's "devil spawn." They weren't very dangerous, although they did destroy two of my suppliers."

"I have good news: sixteen already. I met four of them the day before yesterday. I wouldn't say they were talkative, but they had the same blood as the others.

" "Are you planning anything?"

"Gather a few guys and we'll settle this problem once and for all.

" "Like before?

" "Exactly.

" "OK. Wait a minute, all the "old boys" hang out here almost every evening. We'll raid today.

There were eight of us in total, armed to the teeth or more.

" "Gentlemen. The plan is simple and pleasant: we drop in, pacify, eat, leave. All clear?" "Okay, let's go."

The "followers" were completely surprised by our attack. Admittedly, there were a few more of them than we expected, but the only weapons they managed to reach for were silver knives, crosses, and garlic. Pathetic. We lost two or three deadly kills each. We shot, slashed, burned, and hacked. Not necessarily in that order, but a little bit of everything. Finally, we dominated five of the "worshippers" and played "Monsters in the Dungeon." We convinced them they were monsters in a fantasy game, then gave them weapons and let them into the city sewers to create a better "atmosphere." We walked through the sewers ourselves, pretending to be a team of heroes, taking out the "monsters" one by one.

We went home satiated, satisfied, and with a sense of a vampire's duty well done.

"I haven't had this much fun in years.

" "Me neither, Kormack.

" "You always knew how to throw a party. I remember the one in Slaughterhouse when you came up with the idea of ​​dousing everyone with blood from the fire extinguisher.

" "Your parties weren't any worse..."

"So what about the next one?"

- Until the next one.

After returning to the building, I called Blade to let him know the matter had "solved itself" and that he no longer needed to worry. As I headed off for some well-deserved rest, I wondered what my dreams would be today...