[OOC: Before you read anything below this line, I would like to point you to this link. It is the basic knowledge of my nation…we’re not all human. This role-play is open by telegram…which means you need to ask me via telegram to join. OOC thread. And this role-play will be rated as Rated R for blood and other things. *** Enjoy.
*** The following story deals with some [Mature] actions. You have been warned.]
*** The following story deals with some [Mature] actions. You have been warned.]
Walk this world alone try to stay on my feet
Sometimes crawl, fall, but I stand up cause I'm afraid to sleep
And open my eyes to a new day, with all new problems and all new pain
All the faces are filled with so much anger
Losing our dignity and hope from fear of danger
After all the wars, after settling the scores, at the break of dawn we will be deaf to the answers
There's so much bigotry, misunderstanding and fear
With eyes squinted and fists clinched we reach out for what is dear
We want it we want
We want a reason to live
We're on a pilgrimage
A crusade for hope
Cause in our hearts and minds and souls we know
We need it we need
We need more than this
- Skillet, 'Looking For Angels'
Sometimes crawl, fall, but I stand up cause I'm afraid to sleep
And open my eyes to a new day, with all new problems and all new pain
All the faces are filled with so much anger
Losing our dignity and hope from fear of danger
After all the wars, after settling the scores, at the break of dawn we will be deaf to the answers
There's so much bigotry, misunderstanding and fear
With eyes squinted and fists clinched we reach out for what is dear
We want it we want
We want a reason to live
We're on a pilgrimage
A crusade for hope
Cause in our hearts and minds and souls we know
We need it we need
We need more than this
- Skillet, 'Looking For Angels'
An overcast of dark rain cloud floated across the sky of Rome, the people had moved through the streets going from work or other things. All really careless of what would happen on this day…of the blood that would shed on stone paths of what has been called the Holiest Place on this God forsaken world. Blood would run like rivers through those hallways…Roman Catholics were already in a major fall within the twenty-one nations of the United Dominion. The Church of Eternal Light has mostly take over the top spot in the religions within the United Dominion, converting more Roman Catholics to their side. And where they were few left, the Tsellians and Avatists would gain new members of their faith. Islam was dead within the United Dominion…soon the thought of a Roman Catholic being in the nation would be dead, too. Only a small number of Dominionite claimed be a Roman Catholic, but out of that small number only few go to mass. By the end of the day, blood would darken the stone of the Vatican.
His cold, lifeless eyes stared out towards the walled city within a city itself…a thorn in his side as their followers preached against vampires and really anything that wasn’t pure human. It made him sick to have to deal with fools like the Pope and those under him…today would pull a finish to that. He had a many ways to force them out of his nation, but he had to do this with a show. He knew his people, the Dominionites, would stand by him…polls throughout the twenty-one nations showed that the Vatican wasn’t in the favor with his people anymore. Today would be major part of the United Dominion…the day that the Vatican fell and it’s blood soaked grounds taken back by Rome.
The Count, also by his more international known name ‘Caesar Jason Scotus Lupus’, stood at the edge of the double doors leading to his suite’s balcony. His black duster dance with the wind that blew through the open door…his black cowboy hat rested on his head, casting a shadow over his eyes. His hand were wrapped in black tape…covering his knuckles to protect his skin from damage. But as he wasn’t of the pure human race, he didn’t really have to worry about permanent damage. On each forward forearm, hiding under the long sleeves of his duster were X9 combat blades in their holders tightly wrapped around his arms. The blades razor sharp, ready to taste the soft flesh of anybody they came across. He carried a pair of Predator III heavy pistols within holsters on his outer legs…along with nearly eight full magazines full of the deadly 13x30mm Magnum, ready to take heads off of those whom crossed the path of them.
In his left hand was the hard wood scabbard for his blue hilt katana, Blue Angel…a blade that was as unique he was in this world. He was tapping it to his side as his eyes stared at his prey. It would happen soon…the players were in place as the game was nearly its start.
He pushed back on his right foot, wrapped in silver tipped black and grey snake skinned cowboy boots, as he moved out of his suite…leaping over the balcony’s ledge with ease. His duster danced around him almost giving the wings of fallen angel as he fell towards the roof of a nearby building. His feet landed level and he was running towards the Vatican. Moving a more direct path towards the walled city then traveling on streets below. Leaping over a gap, the Count ducked under a clothes line before one hand flipping over A/C unit. A few more buildings to go before the blood would be shed for a greater good…a nation would be freed of the tyranny of the Vatican.
The Count moved towards another gap between the buildings, but this one a level taller in high. And he choice to crash through the wood frame window, glass flying inwards as his boots landed on the tiled floor. A woman’s scream entered his ears as he barreled through the wooden door into the hallway…his eyes scanned the clock on the wall in the hallway, the second part would be in place by now. He ducked his shoulder and crashed into another door…the door breaking into pieces as he barreled through another apartment towards the window.
More screams as he crashed through another window, over the gap onto the last building he would have to travel on. He froze, the wind casing his duster to flap as his eyes stared as the wall of the Vatican in front of him. The skies above grew darker as the first drops of rain fall onto the Earth. He smiled as he ran to the ledge and fall towards the ground.
He landed on the asphalt on the east rode in St. Peter’s Square, two Corpo della Gendarmeria officers stared at this strange fellow in the cowboy hat. His head hung downwards as the two officers moved towards him, their hands on their pistols as one of them said something in Italian like ‘Drop your weapon, sir’, the Count wasn’t really listening to their voices. He was more focused on their heartbeats…he stood like a statue as they neared him. Their pistols were drawn, but it was too late as the Count freed Blue Angel and acted. The throat of the closest one was cut, the warm red liquid spray into the face of the Count as he side stepped the dieing body. The blade ran through the gut of the other officer, whom face was nothing but pure shock and horror as the pistol going off near to the Count's ear. He pulled back and spun upward toward the head, cutting the man’s chest before he pulled his blade out. He calmly walked away, leaving the two bodies in his wave…people in the area had run or were too scared to move.
Clipping the hard wood scabbard to his belt, Jason started walking calmly through an alley as his blade dipping blood as he walked…the eyes of those within the alley were as wide as dinner plate. He left them alone for now…some of them ran after he passed them. His eyes turning to more red in color as the blood ran into his mouth…sunk into his pores as he stepped into to the center road that lead to the square. He paused as more people stared at him…more officers arriving on the sense. He smiled and cocked his head at one of them bearing his fangs as the man.
The gun shot, a nine millimeter, rang in the air as the Count was hit in the chest forcing his upper body a little back, but didn‘t really harm him. Maybe a half of an inch to the left of his heart. Good shot…but not good enough. The Count spun as another officer fired, the bullet hitting another person in the head…some unlucky tourists or something. Jason grabbed one of the officers with his free hand, his left hand by his neck and used him as a human shield. The nine millimeter rounds impacting the man as the Count pulled forwards…running Blue Angel into the closest officer before he threw the lifeless body away.
The rain grew harder as the gun fired caused people to look for an escape only to be met by six point eight millimeter fire at the exits of the walled city. Nobody would escape alive here today…the Vatican was an enemy of the state today. That message should be in the Pope’s hand about this time…all within these walls were now threats in their own rights. The only way in dealing with them will be death, be it quick or slowly.
With a small laugh, Jason moved through the scared cattle. Spinning his blades into the bodies of the unarmed followers of the Pope. Blood was starting to pool on the stone ground, Jason ignoring it like mindless idiots running around him. A head, some brown haired young person bounced into a girl of maybe ten years old. She screamed staring at the lifeless eyes of her brother, the Count froze and stared at her. Blood dipping off the end of Blue Angel. A twisted smile across his lips, the girl slowly moved her light green eyes up at Jason. Horror. Pure horror filed her eyes as Jason used his left hand to grab her throat. Lifting her from the ground, chocking her screams out along with her live. Heartbeat slowing down until there was nothing left. Lifeless as Jason threw to the side like trash.
The raining grew stronger as the video cameras all around St. Peter's Square recording the chaos caused by one ancient and crazy vampire. One that had a twisted origin, but at this point, he didn't care. He was going to enjoy this. The Pope and his followers were trapped in their cage...all was not well.
Bodies were left in his wake, of all size and shapes. In many pieces as they were cut by the unnatural razor sharp blade of Blue Angel. Blood mixed with the heavy rain, creating a river of red that flowed down the stone path. Jason slowly moved towards the main buildings, where the Pope and his closest followers would be hiding. He was enjoying every step towards his goal, towards his prey.
More police officers crossed his path, firing at him as he moved. Lead raining into his body, the pain was nothing to Jason. Nothing that he hasn’t feel in his countless years on this God forsaken world. His chest moving back a little with each hit that landed. His cowboy hat when flying from his head as round when wild. Jason growled as spun low, Blue Angel biting human flesh one more time. The officer’s upper half falling to the ground as Jason came out of his spin. The lower half falling to its knees first like it was praying to God. God couldn’t save them on this day.
Jason laughed again, filled of hatred and coldness it was, as an officer fired at him. Spinning and ducking, Jason on the officer before his magazine had even been empty. Blue Angel shot through the man’s chest. Fangs bite into the soft flesh of the throat…jerking his head to the side and backwards, Jason ripped the officer’s throat out. Letting the body drop to the ground, Jason pushed forwards into the horde of the followers of the Pope.
Howls entered the air as the third part of the plan had arrived, a pack had arrived in forces to back up their Lord. The screams grew louder at his back as the wolves torn into the helpless humans, cows lead to the butcher. Brown, grey, black…the wolves were of all colors torn in the flesh of the humans. Limbs torn from their bodies. Guts flying in the air. The pack was hungry and willing to serve the Count.
Sliding across the roof a parked car, Jason arrived near the center of the square. His eyes, fully red at this time of his mayhem, locked on the six men in front of him. Bright scarlet hooded coat wrapped around their bodies, blades hung at their sides. Their faces hidden behind the hoods. Dark shadow cover most of their faces.
“So…the rumors were true. Hiring vamp hunters…” Jason half growled and said under his breath. The six drew their blades, more of European design then the Count’s Japanese blade. “So be it.”
The howls grew louder, the Count only waited for the hunters to move at him. He smiled as one moved towards him, Jason had his relaxed stance as Blue Angel was held loosely in his right hand. The hunter moved slowly towards him, his hood covering his head still. Without a second more, the battle had started as the hunter came in faster with a high swing. Jason parried to the side with Blue Angel and stuck out at the hunter coming up behind the first one.
Steel rang against steel as the innocent cattle flee around them. Jason smiled as his blade stuck against the hunter steel, his duster dancing in the air as he spun to engage his foes. Six against one wouldn’t have been fair, if that one wasn’t someone like the Count. And the hunters were foolish to at like this against him. He would use them all, they would cause their own down falls.
Jason pushed with each attack and counter, controlling their reactions as the sword fight dance through the masses. He was enjoying this for the fact it had been a long time since he had faced true swordsmen. He was enjoy it too much, a hunter blade tip catching him across his right cheek. Acid like pain entered his mind as Jason ran his blade into his attacker’s unprotected chest. Blue Angel tasting the heart. The hunter blade falling from its owner’s limp hands.
Watching the blade bounce onto the stone ground, Jason spotted the reason for the acid-like pain. Silver. Hunters were all dumb at bricks. The Pope must had paid them well for them to risk their lives against the Count. He spun in time to dodge under a wild swing, they were getting mad now. He laughed as Blue Angel directed a hunter blade into the shoulder of another vampire hunter. The hunter cried out in pain as the Count spun to behead the wounded hunter first.
Two down, four to go. He blocked another attack, countered with a boot in the man’s chest. Knocking the hunter into a crowd of scared humans, Jason followed in with a few wild swing of his own. Cutting into all that stood in front of him. Warm blood hitting his bare skin, mixing with the cold water coming from the Heavens. Another one bleeding out on the stone ground.
The last three surround him, all ready to delivered the killing blow against the legend that stood before them. Standing as calmly as peaceful child, Jason ignored the screams from the followers of the Pope. Of the wolves running wild within the walled city. Blue Angel fell from his right hand, his hands flashing to his pistols. He moved, but the hunters couldn’t see his speed. A blur was all seen before the pistols barked.
Chucks of bone and brains flew from the heads of the hunter. An eyeball flying in the air. The Count doesn’t fight like a gentleman. He fights to win. Pistols were returning to their holsters as the hunters dropped to their knees. Gaping holes in the backs of their heads, but their heads were lending forwards like they were praying.
Blue Angel flew up to his right hand and Jason leaped up to the roof of a parked car. Studying the chaos around him, werewolves running on walls after their prey. Blood ran freely in the streets of the Holy See. Saint’s Peter Basilica stood in his way like the stone guardian ready to defend what was rightfully his. But it was nothing to the Count. Just something that stood in his way. He smiled take each step leading towards the main doors. The Basilica was waypoint to get to his main target, the Apostolic Palace. His ears picking up the fear-filled heartbeats within the walls of the Basilica drew him away from the Pope’s home. He smiled as he met a priest halfway up the stairs, Jason ignored the priest as he called on God to strike down this demon in flesh and blood.
If you only knew the truth… thought Jason as he swung Blue Angel across the man’s waist. Horror froze in the man’s face, his mouth open like he was saying ‘Oh!’. With the tip of his blade, Jason lightly tapped the priest upper body and watched as it fell backwards. Flipping head over waist down the rest of the stairs. Letting the tip drag the stone steps, the Count moved upwards into the den of the sickness. Of the threat to his kind and those that weren’t pure human.
As his feet hit the platform at the top of the stairs, the Count eyed a young women wrapped around her young child, a girl. Both brown hair with green eyes. She was brave for trying to protect her cub, but nothing could be protected around a predator like running loose within the walled city. His mind, already twisted to the breaking point, filled with many things in dealing with these two. His eyes widen as he stepped closer to them, the woman looking up at him. She didn’t move, only started praying louder and louder.
Using the tip of his blade, he slowly forced her to her feet as her daughter wrapped tightly around her mother’s legs. The young woman looked around her late twenties, young and pretty. With his eyes locked with hers, Jason quickly moved into action. Blue Angel neatly cutting the girl‘s, maybe six years old, head clean off before kicking the lifeless body to the side. His blade dropping on top of the girl’s body as his free hands torn her mother’s shirt off. Naked flesh in his face, the Count turned off the world around him and drank deep.
Her lifeless body slide slowly down the wall, laying next to her daughter. Kicking Blue Angel in the air, Jason caught the hilt and stared out at the square. He smiled, his eyes watching the skies above. A sound, too far away to be heard by the human whom were running for thier lives, entered the Conut's ears as he desenced down the stairs. A gift for the Pope it was. His eyes catching the sleek black hull heading his way, the engines of it roaring as all-blacked out Great Wolf tactical bomber came into view. Flying low, the bomber passed above the Count as his feet touched the stone of the square. One by one bombs were raining down on the Basilica, which created a cool image as the bomb went off and Jason was calmy walking awat like nothing was happening.
"What great fun..." said Jason as he headed towards the Apostolic Palace, watching as Corpo della Gendarmeria officers exited through the doors of the palace, creating a line between the inner cambers and the Count. Sub-machine guns or pistols in their hands, they tracked the unholy spawn of Satan or that was what the priest had called Jason. If he only knew. Red dots danced around his chest as he moved towards the palace. His eyes widen as he neared them, the sound of the guns starting to be fired. He dodged before the bullet left the camber, moving faster into the ranks. Blue Angel playing once more against armed foes.
Up close, Jason couldn’t really dodge the shots fired like before. Taking half of a magazine in his left before running the officer through with his blade. Another officer was lost to the ranks as Jason used Blue Angel as a spear, the hilt sticking from the man’s chest as he fall backwards. Drawing his pistols, Jason advanced towards the surviving members of the ranks that protected the palace. Round after round escaped the pistols, the forces of dual Predators was nearly too much for even him to keep under control.
Then the world grew quiet save the roaring flames of the destroyed Basilica, once bodies full of life now laid on the cold stone of the walled city. Twenty more protectors of the Pope had fallen in the battle. Wolves still roamed the ground, mostly in the buildings of the Vatican. The sound of six point eight millimeter had died down, but the low humming of helicopter engine hung in the air. Shadows cast down over the stone ground, dull grey metal beasts that bore no markings. Gunners hung on the side, aiming their light machine guns looking for something to shot.
Leaving his blade stuck in the lifeless body, Jason was free to do whatever he liked and started towards the palace. Reloading his last magazines in his pistols, his eyes scanned the nearest door and saw that some defenders were still alive. He smiled, placing his pistols up and did a rolling leap towards the door. The door was slowly opening as he came in his knees, grapping hands of the exiting Corpo della Gendarmeria officer. Rotating the sub-machine in his hands, fingering the trigger as soon the barrel towards the officer's lower jaw. Brains, blood and pieces of skull flew upwards as Jason tore the gun from the hands. The door was pushed forwards by the officer's body, leaving it wide open for Jason to enter.
Jason took three more officers down as his feet step over the threshold. As much chaos outside was running wild within the holy halls of the palace. He smiled, watching aids and priests running from room to room. Dodging the mayhem that was coming their ways. His gun rain dry, throwing it to the side. Using hands and feet to clear way towards his main target, his prey.
Which was ahead of him, exiting a door with a fire team of highly armed men. His white robe brightly seen around their all-black battle dress uniforms. The rear spun, firing at the Count as he stood near an alter boy's lifeless body. The boy's eyes, once brightly blue and full of life, stared hazy at Jason. Kicking the body upwards, Jason slide back on his right heel and placed kick into the back of the flying body. Sending it heading towards the rear guards, bullets impacting into the body. The rear guard dodged the flying body, but it was too late as they drew back onto the Count.
A boot landed to the side on a rear guard's neck, smashing his head into the wall. Leaving a trial of blood as his rifle was pulled from his hands. Jason used his new toy to take out another one of the Pope's guardian. The butt smashing the man's head into mush. More shots impacted around him, the Pope was fleeing with his guardians. Dropping to a knee, using what was left of Mush-head's body as a rest, Jason took pop shots at the retreating the armed men.
A low growl echoing in the hall made him smile, the small group faced two threats at once. One from the rear and the other from up ahead. Growls grew louder as Jason rose to his feet, the tearing of flesh entered the air. Taking shots as he walked, he was soon near the Pope and the bodies of his guardians. Some with only bullet holes in them, others tore into by the werewolves whom made into the palace.
"Outside." said Jason, spinning on his right heel. Dropping the rifle as the werewolves forced the Pope to follow behind Jason. Stepping over the bodies that lined the floor, the time was near. The reason for all of the bloodshed. A false prophet would soon being killed...
The raining had slowed outside as Jason lead the Pope through the door. The werewolves surrounding the Pope, circle him as the Count grabbed the hilt of his blade from a lifeless body. He spun, facing the Pope with a wicked smile across his lips. He walked over to his prisoner, the wolves paring as he entered the circle.
“So…your holiness, the time has come to finish this. The time for you to face up to your sins. You and your followers have threaten my people one to many times.” said the Count, placing a blood covered finger on the Pope’s lips. Blue Angel hung at his right side as his blood red eyes stared into the old man’s eyes. With a kick, quickly done, to the back on the Pope's knee, the old man was forced to his knees. His head holding high. “This isn’t a conversion…that time has past. This is a message to all who stand to harm my kind and those who aren’t pure humans. Your death will be seen many ways, but my message will stamped in the minds of all who bear their eyes on it. When you cross the Angel of Death, you only end up six feet under ground.”
Jason stepped back, eying the Pope as he lined up for the killing blow. "A false prophet is no more." said Jason coldly. A flash of metal and it was done. The Pope’s body fell to the stone ground as his head rolled from his neck. Leaving the wolves to finsh up, Jason smile and head into where a copter was moving in to take him from the walled compound. Stepping aboard, he looked one more time out at the body as the Sun fought to take over the dark clouded skies. When news of this attack hit the airwaves, the Count wouldn’t even be within Rome anymore. Leaving the wolves to finish up.
DDN ON - Dominion News Network Online
The Vatican is in ruins following an attack against its walls, which had been labeled as a threat to the United Dominion minutes before the attack. The death toll is in the thousands and are still being collected by the Rome Police Department. Videos, which were given to us at DNN, show up hand accounts of the attack. These videos aren’t for children or those with a weak heart. The videos, which haven’t been doctored, show werewolves attacking under the command of Caesar Jason Scotus Lupus running loose within the Holy City. Images of Caesar Jason partaking in the attack, along with the beheading of the Pope. At this time, the Holy See is no more as all leadership within the city have been killed. We will keep you up to date on the situation. ~ Alice Worthington
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Within hours of the on-line posting, news networks across the world were about to be took over by a live message form Caesar Jason Scotus Lupus. Soon the screen would be filled with the black tribal wolf on a white background that was the symbol of the Royal House of Wolf. Then the image was in the background, framing the man in black on an ivory throne. He wore his normal black duster, which a long white cloth lined in a deep red rested around his shoulders and traveled to the floor. His black cowboy hat rested on his head, throwing parts of his face in shadows.
"A false prophet has fallen for his wicked actions. His sins. His crimes against the world." said Jason. His words coldly and heartless, his eyes deep within the shadows of his hat. "He chose to cross something that was greater then him. He over stepped his place in this world. Tried to do harm to my people. My own. My family."
He smiled, white teeth flashing. "May what has happened on this day be an example to all those who plan on crossing me. For I was only using a quarter of what my hands have power over."
"At this time, the United Dominion is off limits to both friend and foe until..." he paused, lending forward in the throne. "I say it isn't. Stay away, if you love your life. Come and your soul will be mine. Understand?" Without a warning, the image blacked out. A message had been delivered to the world, a storm was brewing.