Darkness leaving the world again and the creature that is known as Hannibal was forced underground again. He had long ago shunned the harsh rays of the sun for many other reasons. But he told himself it was because life in the sun had long since bored him. Why should he waste his time within the mundane world? All that was left for him there at this time were games to pass the time and he was done with that. He had lost the enjoyment of the challenge when he could outsmart them all again and again. No, the time was coming in just a few days to change the board and the game. He was going to take it to a whole new level. No more of this skulking around to avoid detection to get what he wanted. No more cowering in fear of detection by those lesser beings. How dare they tell their elder he was wrong, perverse and criminal. He would soon be telling them the real truth. His truth.
Only a few hours to go now. Gregory could feel the excitement and dread mixing with a level of anger. The army was ready to assault all locations at once. All reports from those that could stealthily investigate had come back that the enemy camps were gearing up for something. But from what they could see it was not this attack that they were gearing for. They would not be ready for this attack at all. The rogues would be caught flat-footed in their territory. There was speculation that the rogues might believe that the council would not send out a force to stop them. Others thought the
He’d summon the scum to him as soon as he sensed his conscious presence and he was still not here. It was irritating. He wanted to know why his plans weren’t moving faster and he would not accept excuses this time. His army wasn’t getting any bigger or even closer to being a fighting force. His anger bled into his eyesight and his power lashed out from him at the closest creatures. A flock of birds fell from the sky in a hail of feathers. Each small body landing in a sickening thud. The sickly smell of disease and rot filtering suddenly from each still form. 
The Command Centre and War Room were a hive of activity as information, reports and requests came in fast and furious. Edith and Allan stood in the room clarifying responses and permitting requests. They made sure to view the reports and have them passed on to the correct people that needed to know. Edith found it especially tiring, in a mental sort of way. While her mate seemed too on the other hand be in his element. Who would have known that he came into his own under fire like this? “I’m taking a break and I’m going to check in on Aricka. She’s oddly quiet and that worries me.”“Yeah, I don’t think she took well to being ordered bac
In the dark Jeff and his team watched these slavering, rotting creatures move towards them with a startling speed. Their dead eyes almost glowing with a burning hatred and single-minded need for killing. Three of his team instantly shifted forms leaving clothes and other things on the ground. A druid in the back was smart to grab up as many things as she could see as the real fighters moved forwards. The shifters still had their harnesses on so many had to remember they had swords and other weapons making them larger as they fought in this enclosed space. The corridor only allowed for a couple of these creatures to come forwards while the others pushed them forwards from behind them eager to the fresh prey personally.
Rolo came through the portal with the diary clutched in his hands. This was something he would not let anyone else be tempted by. As soon as he had seen the markings on the walls and the rot within everything including the very walls, he’d known it wasn’t life-magic. It was death magic, necromancy. He thought they had destroyed all the true necromancers decades ago. But just like a bad penny. One of them had surfaced again. Hannibal was old by the looks of it and had been off the raid at least since the last uprising or even befo
Finally, Jojo opened his eyes and looked up at a sleeping Leo by his bed. Someone will have to get his ass out of here or he would be a very nasty cat when he woke up with his muscle twisted in knots. But there was no way Leo would feel any worse than he, himself felt like right now. He’d been through a very long, slow and painful few hours. He was glad his brain all but shut down and didn’t allow him to remember much but vague things about it. He knew that Leo and others he didn’t know had stood by his bed for a long time just by the sheer fact that he had opened his eyes more than once&n
Rolo and Dean carefully studied the tome. It seemed to be the writings of a mad man. The experiments written in painful detail would make most people would have their hair turn white from the terror. He did not write his notes as to what happened to people but ask what happened to objects. But these had been living breathing beings. He had not even bothered to name his victims. Though he painstakingly detailed their physical form and how he ‘improved’ upon it. Whether it had been changing limbs, losing ‘a stubborn personality’ or adding something to ‘fortify’ their blood.&nb
Juliette realized this wasn’t just some rich asshole in front of her with an air of entitlement. He was a man and a leader. It was clear that he had a lot to be responsible for around here and he took pride in providing for the people who worked for him. It was weird to call employees pack members. But who was she to tell him it was weird. But then again she could be looking at it all wrong. She had seen human beings turning into animals and ripping each other apart. If he claimed it wasn’t safe to wander alone then she wasn’t going to be an idiot and wander around. Hell if she stumbled into a dark corner where a hungry and injured vampire was. Yeah in her head she knew that was such a stupid thing to do.