8752/Hunting

Hunting
Date of Scene:	20 November 2021
Location:	Gotham Cemetery
Synopsis:	No description
Cast of Characters:	Satana Hellstrom, Aldrif Odinsdottir, Jason Blood

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Satana Hellstrom has posed:
The cult does what the cult does best: meets. Chants. Prays. Sings the praises of ... well, they still think they're the Church of the Dark Father, but Satana, playing off her bloodline, has slowly but surely been subverting the cult into worshipping her instead. So while lip service is paid to Marduk Kurios in services, the real work, and, more importantly, the real soul collection, is sent to Satana.

The coven, from all walks of life in Gotham, from the boardroom to the homeless, fill the cavern beneath the Hellstrom family mausoleum (though records will indicate that it is actually the Glover estate's mausoleum, no matter what the stonework reads...), with the Coven of the Thirteen in a circle around the sacrificial altar, the leader holding one of Satana's unholy knives, ready to slaughter the victim to send its soul to her for her sustenance.

The rest of the rabble mill around near the walls, afraid of getting to close to what might get unleashed. For Satana is sometimes known to arrive in person at these rituals ... and sometimes she brings hungry guests.

Aldrif Odinsdottir has posed:
    How does a six-foot-plus redheaded glamazon who's naked but for her golden battle bikini and twin golden blades sneak into an enclosed underground cavern whose only entrance is through a gravehouse?
    Sorry, trade secret. Can't reveal. It would put her in a very actionable position from her job. You know how it is.
    Nevertheless, Angela is simply there, emerging from the darkness with two odd, alien blades in hand dangling at thigh level, points down. Always best to announce your presence from a position of power, she selects the nearest cultist with a detached absence of compassion and makes a point by rushing him (or maybe her; it's hard to tell through cultist robes) silently, forearm extended. She rams his back hard enough to send him sprawling six feet forward, announcing her presence in one of the most direct ways possible without actually killing anyone. Nothing damaged but his pride and maybe some scrapes on his palms.
    "I am Angela of Heven," she announces in a flat tone. "The one I seek is not among you. Stop this murder and answer my questions; I will let you leave in peace. Deny me, and know what you risk." She turns her right wrist slightly to make the light flash off the flat of her blade.
    "Choose now."

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
Satana, of course, is waiting for her little meal, kneeling in her lab in the Griffin, ready for the incoming soul, ready for that peculiar ecstasy their ingestion will bring.

And then it doesn't come.

"I thought I was specific about the damned time," she growls after the morsel didn't arrive. When it continued not arriving, her eyes light in rage and she expends some of the energy she hadn't intended on using to teleport into the middle.

Angela's arrival causes more than a little consternation. The general herd backpedals away from her, as do most of the Coven of the Thirteen. Indeed only three of that august body remain: the leader with the knife, and two bruisers who act as his bodyguard. The reason for the unwarranted courage becomes clear as he brandishes the knife. The knife that practically radiates unholy energy.

This is not a nice knife.

Even less nice is the naked, red-skinned, scaly woman with massive leathery wings who shows up in a cloud of smoke that smells faintly of brimstone and strongly of ... ah ... Hubba Bubba. Naked. Red-skinned. Scaly. Winged. And yet somehow radiating raw carnal sensuality.

Oh, and anger.

"WHERE IS MY SACRIFICE!?" her sonerous voice, blending bass and contralto in a disturbing bend. "I WAS VERY CLEAR WITH MY INSTRUCTIONS!"

Beat.

Then a more normal (contralto). "Who the fuck are you?!"

Jason Blood has posed:
Etrigan's mocking laughter sounds from the shadows.

    "Satana, get of Marduk Kurios

    I find your posturing cute but spurious.

    Looking for your necromancer friend?

    In Etrigan he met his end.

    His soul was due to lord, Satan.

    Despite the name -no relation.

    I see you met Angela, oh so frisky.

    Isn't she cute? -Dressed so risque." Etrigan appears in a corner, munching some popcorn. He wears a t-shirt emblazoned with Julie Brown and proclaiming 'Girl Fight Tonight!'

Aldrif Odinsdottir has posed:
    Angela points her lefthanded weapon at Etrigan, in the shadows behind her, without looking at him. To Satana, she repeats, "I am Angela, Huntmistress of Heven. I came here to claim a debt from Etrigan, who hides behind your presence as if he expects it to shield him from my anger. Who are you, and do you intend to interfere in my hunt?"

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
"Etrigan!"

Satana speaks the name like it's a curse.

"You'll not get interference from me with that blight on my life!" she fumes. "The bastard knocked off one of my best sources of undead!" Her eyes fix on Etrigan as her wings spread in a threatening posture. "DO YOU UNDERSTAND AT ALL HOW LONG IT TAKES TO FOSTER A NECROMANCER!?"

Not to mention the disgusting things you have to partake of to get someone interested in the job.

Calming herself back down to a simmer, Satana address Angela once again.

"You are addressing Satana Hellstrom, Hell Lord, and daughter of Marduk Kurious styled Satan. You are interfering with my cult's worship of me...y father through me. Begone the two of you. I have a belated ritual to complete."

Her gaze turns to fix on the altar's subject. And she freezes.

"My..." She swallows. "You picked a fine specimen this time..."

The drugged body-builder on the altar just drools, eyes closed.

Jason Blood has posed:
Etrigan glowers and hands the popcorn to a coven member who takes it.

    "Etrigan doesn't hide!

    I merely wished my time to bide.

    You ladies have some business to sort.

    I explained my presence and gave my report.

    But if you want to have a war...

    I'll match your fury... that and more!

    But I will wait till your rescue is done

    Marduk /Satan?/ that's a hot one!" Like that, there is a huge broadsword in his hand he swings experimentally.

Aldrif Odinsdottir has posed:
    "In exchange for your noninterference, you are owed the same. Therefore I shall not trouble you, but I do offer you a warning. Beware this worship, Satana Hellstrom," Angela advises in the same flat tone as her original introduction and original threat. "Nothing is in limitless supply. Every soul that fills your belly today is a soul that you will be unable to consume tomorrow."
    She does not say aloud 'which means you cultists are all just asking to be the last on the chopping block,' but if the cultists are smart, they might hear it anyway. That's not Angela's problem. An angel fast enough to dodge lightning bolts whirls on her heels and launches silently toward Etrigan.