Smoking Mirror - 2011
“PATER noster, qui es in caelis, sanctificetur nomen tuum. Adveniat regnum tuum. Fiat voluntas tua, sicut in caelo et in terra.
Divergence Point: Date unknown, a Dark reflection of a Homeline Echo.
Theorised to be a sub-realm attached to a main Worldline, a sub-realm permeated with dark supernatural energies and creatures.
Panem nostrum quotidianum da nobis hodie, et dimitte nobis debita nostra sicut et nos dimittimus debitoribus nostris. Et ne nos inducas in tentationem, sed libera nos a malo.
― The Lord’s Prayer in the Language of the Most Holy See
Downtown Portland, Maine
The rooftop garden overlooked Monument Square from an elevation of 16 stories, the weather was icy with the pea gravel crunching underfoot.
Sitting upon an elegant garden seat was a woman of almost predatory beauty, the kind of beauty that captivated a male Prey Mantis shortly before losing his head.
Her escorts snarled and withdrew to the ledges of the roof, guttural inhuman snarls, the source of their impotent aggression a black clad man, his attire actually a combination of a cassock and antiquated cloak.
Antiquation tailored by Giorgio Armani, as he strode across the roof space the plants themselves seemed to perk up and bend in his direction, his very presence seeming to banish the night itself.
The woman sighed and grimaced in slight discomfort, but did not move, she did however snarl subvocally at her minions.
He stopped at a distance sufficiently close to cause discomfort but no great harm.
“Camille” he stated his accent carrying a hint of Italian, leaving her title of Lady
“Stafford” she replied mirthfully and then waited demurely
The Priest frowned, “What brings his eminence to the ceiling” she chided
“Be cautious temptress, wrath can easily be manifest”
“Says the mortal who foolishly ventures into the dark alone” hissed one of the shadowy bat like figures from the shadows
Stafford smiled his hard eyes remaining on Camille, her eyes hardened, the priests hand raised a beam of faint light shone from his outstretched palm and the bat figure dissolved into ash
Camille rolled her eyes in a bored way “Have you finished Priscus, some of us have things to do?” from behind her the remaining bat things hissed, “SILENCE” she snarled at them, suddenly her eyes shone and her teeth had sprouted into fangs
“So difficult to get the staff these days” Priscus Stafford smiled one eyebrow raised
Camille her face having returned to human, returned a hard look but remained silent
“Would you walk with me Lady Camille?” he asked a little more reasonably
She seemed to consider this then nodded, the bat things dropped away from the rooftop, seemingly dismissed
“Courage or stupidity” she asked as they strolled along the roof terrace and onto lower levels, to a section containing a pool
“I beg your pardon!” he responded after awhile
“Coming here alone”
He scoffed “I have no fear for your kind” he responded
“Your power is a rarity, very few of you possess the light” she purred
He stopped by the pool turning to look at her “Your monsters become more numerous within the city boundaries”
“I’m sure you’ll waste little time in destroying them” she replied
“I was under the impression that your council was dedicated to their destruction”
“They threaten our existence and our Veil” she replied
“Then we may be able to assist each other” said the priest
Camille frowned, the Order was the Wrath of God, committed to the destruction of anything beyond the natural order, anything not of gods grace, she noticed the Priscus had diminished his Grace.
“Go on” she responded after some thought
“A Federal Para-unit is arriving in the City, I am in the position of directing their attention!”
“And your suggesting that this attention is cast upon the Striloi”
“Yes, you need them culled and I want the vermin away from the flock!”
“There’s more to this than you wanting some beasts put down, what do you really want Priscus!”
He smiled “We need access to Diamond Island, you have the influence to make this happen!”
Her features grey hard “The Island is governed by a Truce, a Pact”
“Yes between Monsters, however we’re people and men of God to boot, however I’d prefer to visit unmolested without having to wade through gore!”
“What concern do you have with the Island?”
“Is that any of your concern” he replied
“Very well, before the event there was a small Chapel upon the Island, it dates back to the Civil War and contains records that if there are of value”
Looking beyond the pool and out to the still busy city below, Camille considered this, she then turned and started to walk away “I’ll let you know Priscus”
As she did so she felt the tingle of his Grace slip across her back “Thank you Lady Camille”