1313 Golgotha Street
1313 Golgotha Street
Rain pours down on the east coast of New Jersey in the city of Blackwell. In a Gothic house three story high a black furred wolf-bear sits before a set of bay windows looking out over the Bay of Justice towards Execution Island tapping away at a computer. His name is Michael O'Connor a day trader of virtual stocks on the various websites for such things on official county records but also the vigilante the media is calling the Shadow Guard as he dwells in the shadows and protects most people from the terrors that prowl the night.
Michael is looking at the official Execution Island website for their list of outstanding fugitives, ones that either are due in court for various offenses or who have escaped from the prison by various means, including the quasi-legal actions of the various mobs that call Blackwell home. In a separate window he has Witch Watch up which lists the Vatican's most wanted for crimes against the church for crimes of heresy among other things. He was raised Roman Catholic but is now a card carrying Pagan/Wiccan however some of those "Heretics" listed are cultists to dark forces that Michael hunts for other reasons so he ignores the Christian rhetoric as best as he can to get to the meat of the site and sees if there are any dangerous cultists in NJ where he is.
As he finishes making a list of potential targets the doorbell rings which prompts him to look over at the security monitor. The front door camera shows a dirty blonde vixen in a black trench coat, a pair of sneakers, an oversized black pocketbook and an umbrella standing there alone as if waiting for someone to let her in. Michael smirks as he knows her to be a vice cop who supplements her income by turning tricks, sort of ironic if one really thinks about it even if she pretends to be undercover even as she visits clients day and night.
"I'll be down in a minute, Jazz," Michael buzzes down to Jezebel Jones from where he is and then asks: "So what do I owe this visit?"
"You paid the Greaser for a pop tart a few hours ago," Jezebel states with a smile as she recognizes Michael's voice. "I'm on a break and was close by when the payment went through about ten minutes ago."
"More like half an hour ago," Michael says to himself as he comes down the stairs of his house that looks like it could have been used for the old Addams Family TV show way back when.
Jezebel is high, Michael can see it from how she is anxious to get in, fuck and leave for her next trick. He has her for an hour and he isn't about to waste that time as he takes her up to second floor bathroom and into the shower after she strips off what little she is wearing. They wash each other with Michael giving special attention to her pussy and Jezebel making sure his dick is especially clean as she sucks him off in the shower.
Michael comes in her mouth which might have been it but Jezebel is horny too and she likes having his cock between her legs. Plus, she knows he wants a straight fuck and no BDSM foreplay which also makes her more willing to get him to cum again. Jezebel makes sure she dries his tool even as she lets him dry her off.
This isn't the first time he's hired her so she knows where the bedroom is and makes for it quickly, without grabbing for her clothes. Unfortunately for Jazz's reputation, the Stooge brothers from the Mustelid Maffia, a quartet of bungling burglars who happen to be ferrets are also looking for action. But whereas Michael is interested in pouncing her pussy with his prick and all she wants is to give a good time and then leave for her next trick the ferrets saw her go in and think this would be a good time to invade the house and rob the wolf-bear blind.
Moe Z Stooge notices the security cameras on the weird house before his younger brothers do and has Larry A Stooge come up with some plan of getting around it while Shemp D and Karl E Stooge wait for orders from their brother. Of course ferrets being ferrets, Shemp and Karl decide to break into Jazz's used Ford Explorer for anything worth stealing and set off the alarm. All four then decide to go and hide in case someone comes out to see what is going on.
Inside the house Jezebel is too busy enjoying Michael's prick in her pussy to notice the car alarm going off. Then again she is not aware it is her own car until she is done taking a load from Michael between her legs and goes back to her car. Michael had given her a little extra as a tip for her "good work" getting him off and notices that someone has been messing around with her vehicle.
From his bedroom Michael watches Jezebel drive off as a tone goes off on the house intercom. The tone lets Michael know that the files he started downloading when Jezebel came to call have finished and are ready to view. He goes up to view his files on pdf and sees what targets he might be able to find tonight before going back to take a nap before tonight's patrol.
Sometime around midnight Michael goes down to the secret garage he had built underneath his house where a sport utility vehicle awaits. He is dressed in black boots, black cargo pants, a black button down shirt with a blood red tie and vest to match, red leather gas mask that looks like it's been preserved from those used in world war one with black lenses to protect his identity, a black and red pinstriped fedora on his head and fingerless red gloves with reinforced knuckles on his hands. The SUV is sleek and black with a custom vanity plate reading: SHADOWGUARD.
The funny thing is that vehicle is registered and legal but nobody really owns it as far as the cops are concerned even though they have it on record. Most police are reluctant to pull it over or try to at any rate as the car can do some amazing things like disappear under overpasses and drive on water. Of course the fact that it's driven by a vigilante some media paints as a psychotic maniac who needs to be brought to trial is one thing, but since his victims are usually crooks, the cops actually have him fairly low on their list of folks they are actively trying to bring in.
However if the cops are reluctant the criminal element is more than a little anxy to bring him to "justice" as in putting the vigilante six feet under. Case in point is the African elephant, Rastafarian and wannabe bad ass gangsta rapper known only as Stomp. Stomp sees Shadow Guard on the road and takes out a shotgun as he rides a riceburner customized to support his weight and still fly down the highway.
Stomp attempts to give Shadow Guard with his trunk while pointing the shotgun at the driver side window before pulling the trigger. The pellets barely scratch the paint as the window rolls down to let the vigilante extend his arm out of the vehicle and point a .50 Magnum automatic hand cannon at the elephant. A quick shot to the chest and Stomp is thrown from his ride to bleed on the asphalt as the Shadow Guard drives on.
"Yo, Komodo!" Stomp gasps into his cell as he struggles to stay alive. "I just got shot by the Shadow Guard."
"You got a trunkfull of his famous phantom bullets, didja?" The voice on the other end mocks him. "I send Nurse Fanny to attend to you. Where was he headed?"
"Dragontown," Stomp spits out. "Why you think I'm callin?"
"Gotcha, Stomp," Komodo, the Gator King, replies, "One of my look outs just picked his car. Stay frosty, man, I got yer back."
A frog with a rocket propelled grenade on a water tower looks down at the approaching black SUV and aims carefully. It pulls into a shadowy alley and just stops as the frog smirks as he thinks this too easy. He never pulls the trigger as he gets a bullet in the back of the head first from the Shadow Guard who rises out of the darkness behind him.
"Grenadier!" A voice calls from a walkie-talkie. "Report!"
"He can't hear you now, Komodo," Shadow Guard responds back after picking up the walkie-talkie. "He can't hear anyone right now. Sleep with the lights on, leader of the Water Dragons; you and your syndicate are going down."
"You have no idea where I hang my hat, Shadow Guard," Komodo challenges. "You may be able to walk through shadows, but you can't see through them."
"I have my sources," Shadow Guard before throwing the walkie-talkie away.
In a dockside dive, the sign outside says Tiki Tavern, attached to a high rise motel the Shadow Guard walks out from the darkness of the corridor leading to the back room to approach a pool hall that has a tacky Hawaiian inspire décor as does most of the place. Jezebel is wearing a dress that leaves little to the imagination as she hangs around a Gila monster in a three piece suit that makes him look like a Hollywood mobster with a bamboo pool cue in one meaty fist. She sneers at the incoming vigilante.
"What do you want, tall, dark and gruesome?" Jezebel mockingly asks of Shadow Guard as she stands between him and the lizard at the table. "The Greaser's busy."
"There's a lot of folks I want to talk to, Jazz," Shadow Guard sneers. "You're one as well, and trust me, I'll make you a singer for me."
"Don't molest the merchandise," Thomas "Greaser" Goomba growls, "Or ye answer ta me!"
"You will answer to me, Greaser," Shadow Guards as he suddenly has twin hand cannons in his paws. "I want Komodo."
"Piss off!" Greaser growls before one of the Ghost Guns in the hands of the Shadow Guard starts to glow an eerie green before a phantom bullets screams out of the barrel and shatters a kneecap. "I don't know shit! And even if I did..."
"You know plenty, Greaser," Shadow Guards intones with subtle menace. "And you will tell me, before I really throw your quality of life into the shitter." The other gun retorts and the Greaser gets one in the thigh. "Next shot is a nutcracker, talk."
"Fuck off!" Greaser yells and throws the cue at him only to have a testicle explode after the Shadow Guard makes two shots with the other shattering the cue. "They'll fucking kill me!"
"And you think I won't?" Shadow Guard says with subtle menace. "I'm not giving you much of an option here," Then he aims at the Greaser's crotch again. "I know you regenerate fast Greaser, but not so fast that another nutcracker will be sure to deprive you of fun time tonight."
"And you'd do it, too, fucker!" Greaser whines. "OK, OK you win..."
"Heart attack!" Jezebel screams as the Greaser collapses to the floor with a crimson stain spreading on his shirt. "I ain't telling you shit, Shadow Guard."
"Really?" Shadow Guard says with a chuckle. "I don't have to ask you questions, you tell me with your lovely body and that pathetic quagmire you call a mind."
"Fuck off, wolf-bear!" Jezebels growls, "you can't read me."
"Like a book, Jazz," Shadow Guard coos suavely. "Not a very interesting book, but an amusing one of porn."
"What do you mean?" Jezebel inquires in a mixture of fear and anger.
"I can read your mind," Shadow Guard states. "Right now you're thinking 'What does he want with me?' "Does he know I sometimes turn tricks for Komodo?' and the answer to the second question is yes, that's why I want to talk to you. Do you fuck Komodo here or someplace else?"
"Here," Jezebel says, "Always here, in the apartments upstairs, I got a suite."
"Do you have an assigned suite or does it change?" Shadow Guard asks as he can see Jezebel hyperventilate. "Calm down, Jazz," she starts to get remarkably calmer, "you're among friends here,"
"Friends," Jazz says as she starts to look like she is going into a trance.
"Do you have a solid number upstairs?" Shadow Guard asks in a monotone voice.
"Seven hundred," Jezebel says, "Seventh heaven Komodo calls it. I...I live there. I got it after I got kicked out..."
"That's fine, Jazz," Shadow Guard says and then guides her to a comfy chair. "Sleep now, and forget I was ever here."
"Sleep," Jezebel says as she falls into a trance. "You were never here..."
"She's asleep!" A chinchilla states. "What did you do?"
"Nothing much," Shadow Guard says. "I just used a little hypnosis. How often does Komodo come here?"
"Once or twice a week," The chinchilla girl says plainly. "He stays for a few days then goes out."
"I wonder though," Shadow Guard says as he walks into the shadowy corridor.
"Hey!" A frog girl yells and runs after him only to go from the pool lounge in the back through to the elevator lobby in the middle that is dimly lit into the bar lounge out front. "Weirdsville! I know I didn't run into that big guy..."
"Run into who, Rhonda?" A raptor asks at the bar.
"Shadow Guard paid us a visit, Tommy," Rhonda Frog states. "He shot Greaser for info."
"Greaser's no squealer;" Tommy "The Gun" Giovanni states, "Besides, the boss put some voodoo curse on all of us that would cause our hearts to burst in our chests if we ever got close to spilling the beans on the boss."
"Jazz didn't get iced when she told what she did," Rhonda counters.
"You broads don't know nothing," Tommy says with a laugh. "The worse that lupursyn would learn is the location of your cage in this trap of a tower."
"He was making his way out to here," Rhonda says.
"We didn't see that cheesy mystery man get-up he always wears," A snake woman stares and then turns to Tommy. "You think he's still here?"
"Stupid vigilante has been trying to bust up our operations for years," Tommy explains with a sigh. "He don't give up easy though. Remember what he did to the Pride mob?"
"He ended up carving them up like Thanksgiving turkeys," A rhino at the bar states for all to hear. "I worked their bars. Damn shame how he put them in the morgue."
"Fucking lions were too aggressive," the snake answers. "At least Komodo knows when to go to ground."
"Ain't that the truth, Belinda?" Tommy says and raises a toast to her statement. "That's how the boss has remained alive so long and how he keeps out of the Shadow Guard's crosshairs."
"Do we know if the boss has any history with this vigilante?" Belinda "Viper Vamp" Vincenzo asks.
"Not that I know of," Tommy Gun answers. "As far as I know this Shadow Guard is out take us all down."
"I heard he has a hard on against dark magic users," the rhino says as he wipes down the bar. "Exactly why, I don't know."
In suite 666 a draconic alligator sits before a bank of monitors while a doe deer gives him a blow job. The scenes flicker between the rooms on the bottom floor where literally nothing is going on although he does get a smirk at the fact that the Greaser is lying face down on the floor with a pool of blood congealing around him. However, on the floor that he is on he sees the Shadow Guard skulking about.
"Attention all operatives," Komodo calls over the public address system. "We have an uninvited and certainly unwanted guest on the sixth floor. Get your tails and remove him from the premises, spiritually first if possible."
Cameras on the twelfth floor start going out which confuses Komodo a little as he is unaware that the Shadow Guard had any powers whatsoever. He glances over at a plank puppet that starts dancing like mad as the plank below it vibrates considerably. Komodo has that in place to warn him with a fellow magic users is around and from the actions of the puppet Komodo surmises Shadow Guard is spell caster like himself.
Random floors start to go dark as Komodo gets more than a little worried. On floor nine a skunk lady that uses gas grenades to camouflage her comings and goings as she does her best to rob a place of its valuables, sometimes on commission for Komodo. He chemical shenanigans have earned her the nickname of the Intoxicator and she is about to join the hunt for the Shadow Guard when he surprises her by walking out of her closet the exact moment he walks into it.
She was going into her closet for her clothes, not her weapons as Shadow Guard pushes Intoxicator onto her own bed as naked as the day she was born. Something about his scent is familiar to her but she just can't place it. Shadow Guard takes out his ghost guns and has her take off her bra and panties which she does to avoid getting shot although he shoots her after she complies anyway.
One thing that folks often forget about Shadow Guard's enchanted hand cannons is that the phantom bullets they shoot don't always kill. Intoxicator is paralyzed after being shot by Shadow Guard. She can still feel, see and experience what he is about to do to her but she can't move if she wanted to.
Lying naked on the bed, the Intoxicator feels the Shadow Guard's gloved hands on her ankles to spread her legs so he can easily fuck her. As a way of avoiding detection later, he puts a condom on his cock before he takes her with authority. He fondles her breasts as he fucks her which causes her to moan uncontrollably.
The latex cock sheath is ribbed for her pleasure and the Intoxicator is going out of her mind as she enjoys getting taken by the hero. The camera in her room is disabled and attempts to reach her by Komodo go unanswered as the voodoo gangster thinks that Shadow Guard just took her out and moved on. The fact that she is getting taken by the vigilante may not be revealed after this as the Intoxicator is enjoying herself too much to tell on him.
In fact the Intoxicator now wants to suck him off and swallow his cum but for the Shadow Guard this is not something he wants to leave behind in any capacity. In fact she finds that all she can do is moan as her jaw is paralyzed so she can't even cry out if she wanted to. She finds herself disappointed when she can feel the warmth of his cum through the condom but it doesn't leak into her and after he climaxes, Shadow Guard shoots Intoxicator again but this time she falls asleep which counters the paralysis so she can move again after she wakes up.
Shadow Guard smirks as he moves on and finds suite 666 to be isolated from all others in Tiki Tower which causes him to smirk. However it is also warded in such a way that his shadow walking spell simply fails to work which, while it does not sit well with him amuses him to note that the gangster would think that far ahead. It is here outside the fake door that would have opened onto the main room of the suite that the Shadow Guard makes his contemplations on how to proceed.
Briefly he considers setting the place to explode would work to kill him but two things stop him: the loss of innocent life and destruction of what is really a historic building. The Shadow Guard is a killer but has his own sales of justice that need to be off kilter in order for him to seriously consider killing someone; he murders to bring justice to those who slaughter for their own amusement or to increase their own profits without a care to the suffering they inflict on others. A building, no mater how much history it may have is just a thing but its very exist gives pleasure to others in the sheer aesthetics of its construction, not to mention the services that can be had within.
The hum of motors sounds from within the room that tells the Shadow Guard that there is a private elevator that services the suite. This brings up the question of where that elevator might originate in the Shadow Guard's mind. The Shadow Guard walks into the shadows of the elevator lobby and walks out of the shadows of the basement which officially has no elevator open to the public.
A freight elevator is found easily enough; that serves the kitchens and the laundry rooms on various floors. Accessing the freight elevator is easy enough and the cage is very wide to accommodate rolling hampers and trash barrels between floors and the bringing of refuse down here to be disposed of. Plus the basement is supposedly a secure area but one thing does catch the eye of the Shadow Guard is the fact that the shaft is nearly half again as large as it should be even while allowing for the mechanisms necessary to operate said elevator.
Deciding to take a closer look at the control panel proves to be rather fruitful as there seems to be a hidden button below the one that brings the elevator to the basement. By making slight adjustments to the goggles of his gas mask, the Shadow Guard is able to perceive a button to take the elevator further down into a sub basement that everything official about the building would swear up and down the street does not exist. Eldritch enchantments protect the button from view but not from being utilized.
The sub-basement is a chamber of horrors as the Shadow Guard thought it would be. Young people and children that are listed as missing or runaways on the city records are here in various states of undress as well as various states of dying. Many of the females and some of the males as well show signs of being abused sexually as well as physically.
Michael O'Connor finds some more shocking and depraved than the kidnapped and exploited children as he explores the level fully, using his magic to render himself invisible to the eyes of those wretches trapped down here of every species imaginable, and that is a temple to the dark ones compete with sacrificial altar. Clotted blood and the tell tale signs of other viscera removed from still living bodies of sentient beings are in attendance in abundance here. Attached to the temple is a warehouse sized freezer with an industrial sized meat grinder that is up and running as an assembly line of victims are fed into it, not all of which are decently dead before being dropped into the hopper.
Witnessing the slaughter of innocents is never easy but it does spur the Shadow Guard into action as he endeavors to avenge the dead he cannot save. A demonic serpentine hermaphrodite is sodomizing a male rabbit boy before she throws him into the meat grinder to be made into hamburger meat. Behind hir is the other side of the elevator shaft that brought these poor unfortunates down here.
Just as Mike suspected there is an entrance there that looks like it opens to a smaller car that follows the same general path but opens to different rooms. He smirks to himself as he thinks he has just found his way into suite 666. He just has to get past the snake.
Shadow Guard mumbles arcane words of eldritch power to his pistols before raising them and taking aim at the demon with the whip. A flurry of phantom bullets are fired from the ghost guns as the Shadow Guard hurries to the elevator before his extraplanar playmate can stop him. Vorpal, the demon torturer serving Komodo shrieks as the bullets slam into hir and raises her whip arm over hir head to attack Shadow Guard when he gets lucky and two of his bullets hit hir eyes.
Vorpal collapses to the ground with a curse on hir lips as she hir body collapses and shatters on the concrete floor below hir. A triceratops in a three piece suit steps out of the elevator and cracks his knuckles in the Shadow Guard's general direction. Brutus takes up a man portable Vulcan machine gun and addresses the Shadow Guard.
"About time you found this sub basement, mammal," Brutus chuckles in a low voice, "I was beginning to get bored."
"My apologies for keeping you waiting, Brutus," Shadow Guard returns in a mocking manner, "You want to confirm something for me before we dance? That elevator..."
"Will take you straight to Komodo," Brutus promises, "If you get past me that is, and that ain't happenin'!"
"Let's dance!" Shadow Guard challenges.
"Hold still, damn you!" Brutus yells ferociously.
"So you can more easily cut me in half with that lawnmower of your?" Shadow Guard asks mockingly. "I think not. Besides, I don't really need to kill you to accomplish my goal. In fact you'll suffer more if I leave you alive."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Brutus inquires at full volume as the Shadow Guard gets tow solid hits on him. "Did you switch to rubber bullets or something, I barely felt that." Then he stifles a yawn. "Yer boring me to tears here."
"Hardly," Shadow Guard retorts tauntingly, "That Vulcan starting to get heavy yet?"
"No," Brutus lies. "Something special in those bullets?"
"You might say that," Shadow Guard taunts, "I can do some truly fantastic things with my phantom bullets." Then after a miss from Brutus has bullets pining off the meat grinder: "Careful, Brutus, you wouldn't want that coming out of your salary."
"Stand still, bastard!" Brutus yells.
"Nighty-night, Brutus," Shadow Guard as his shots cause the dinosaur to collapse and lay on the floor snoring. "Sweet dream, sweet Prince, you're gonna hate me when you wake up"
Shadow Guard steps over the prone form of Brutus and enters the elevator; taking it directly to suite 666. Artifacts of evil surround him once he steps from the cage into the suite itself, not the least of which is an idol of great Cthulhu itself that seems to glare at him as if knowing the vigilante is here to disrupt its plans. Komodo himself has just finished butchering the deer that was servicing him earlier for dinner.
"I was planning on saving the leftovers for later," Komodo quips as if he can sense Shadow Guard coming up behind him.
"Are you making her kosher?" Shadow Guard jokes darkly.
"Those I follow won't mind," Komodo returns as he whirls around and throws a knife at the Shadow Guard.
"Predictable," Shadow Guard grows as he shoots the knife off course and into the wall.
"Look who's talking," Komodo coos, "What you do without those precious guns of yours?"
"Beat a no-good reptile to a bloody pulp with my fists," Shadow Guard returns.
"Let's test that theory, shall we?" Komodo growls in challenge as he uses a tail swat to knock the guns from the Shadow Guard's hands.
Shadow Guard shakes his head as Komodo comes at full speed and grows spines to impale the vigilante. Then the hero does something, the villain doesn't expect he drops and rolls under him. Komodo slides toward the shaft and not in a good way but rises again with a smirk on his face.
Komodo spits and acid loogie at Shadow Guard who yells a terse arcane term as he jumps out of the way of the acidic mucus. The ghost guns rematerialize in Shadow Guard's hands as Komodo just blinks in complete non-understanding. Shadow Guard fires at Komodo and while he does not hit the gator his shot does shatter the Cthulhu statue that enrages the cult leader.
A few shots hit but do nothing to Komodo as he connects with a mean uppercut on the vigilante. As he recovers from his hit, Shadow Guard growls another eldritch term that causes the guns to bleed into his gauntlets and act like brass knuckles spiked with arcane energy. This method proves to be the charm as the combination of eldritch power and fisticuffs cuts through whatever dark mystical defenses the gator is employing.
The cult leader gator tries to tail slap the lupursyn vigilante again and gets blocked for his efforts. But as soon as the tail meets gauntlet a jolt of energy goes coursing through the reptile's body and overloads him. Police sirens wail outside as Komodo falls.
Michael O'Connor relaxes in his easy chair watching the news when a knock comes at his door. His security cameras show it's Jezebel in tight jeans and a Blackwell Hangmen jacket and her alone. Intrigued by what is going on, he answers the door.
"Hi, Mike," Jazz says with a fading smile. "I need a place to stay for awhile while IAB goes over the incident tonight."
"I saw on the news there was a major bust at Tiki Tower," Mike says as he lets Jazz in and pretends to not know the detail. "I here the Shadow Guard was involved."
"I really don't want to talk about it," Jezebel growls. "I got caught and right now internal affairs is not quite buying my story that I was working undercover."
"You were, officially weren't you?" Mike asks as he pours her a screwdriver. "Or at least that's what you told me countless times."
"Officially, yeah," Jezebel admits, "But off the record, Komodo had bought off most of my department and what evidence I gathered would be inadmissible in court."
"Just how much carnage was done?" Mike asks. "They got Komodo didn't they?"
"Nobody is supposed to know where Komodo was," Jazz says. "What do you know? And don't give the line that you only know what you learn on the news and off the net. That's bullshit and you know it."
"Do you really want to know?" Michael asks with a growl.
"Know what?" Jazz responds in inquiry. "I'm serious, Mike, that Shadow Guard psycho was there."
"What if I am the Shadow Guard?" Michael asks in a testing manner.
"Don't fuck with me, Mike," Jezebel growls. "I saw the bugger face to face today...but under that mask he could be anybody." She gets a nervous look on her muzzle. "Shit, you could..." She starts to get up with a frightened look on her face then drops down into a chair. "But to make you a suspect would be no good for me." She then gives hm a desperate look. "You're not him are you, Mike? Please tell me you doing some sick fucking joke when you suggested you were him."
"What happened to Komodo?" Mike asks.
"Don't change the subject!" Jazz screams and then Mike just gives her a look. "We found his lair, but he was gone. All we found was a murdered prostitute and a shattered statue."
"He escaped?" Michael asks incredulously but then his expression darkens considerably as he begins to pace the floor. "He probably ducked into the sewers like a big rat."
"How..."Jezebel begins to ask.
"Do not ask questions that you are not able to comprehend the answers to, Jazz," Mike growls. "There are no easy answers where Komodo is concerned."
"What do you know?" Jazz asks. "Tell me, dammit! And how do you know?" Mike just shakes his head. "No, please, please don't go this route, Mike, I need a place to crash."
"Sleep," Michael commands with eldritch power behind his words.
Jezebel nods off almost immediately and Michael strips her before putting her to bed in his room. Rain comes down heavily outside as he looks out the large bay windows overlooking the Bay of Justice behind his home. While he contemplates what he is going to do now, something dark and ominous stirs in the bay as tentacles rise up and out of the water before submerging again out of sight.