Order 3: Lamia Tentatio

[sebastian]

He was quite ready to bring about an end to this battle. The vampires he was facing… What sorry excuses for the species… While he had only limited knowledge of them, having only dealt with the creatures on rare occasions; he knew a pathetic version when he saw one. Especially now that he had met and seen Alucard in action… These vampires were nothing compared to the Freak. He had been taking it easy on them for now; expecting that they would turn tail and flee once they knew what they were up against. But they were persistent… The demon cast a sideways glance toward Integra as she came up on his left side; and amusement crossed his face as she handed him the empty cup. More property damage on his part, but it seemed he had been given permission to do so. The glass cup fractured as he tightened his grip; falling into triangular shaped razor sharp shards upon his gloved palm. In another smooth motion, the bits of glass had become projectiles; thrown with deadly accuracy at the eyes of many of the enemy. To have glass gouged into one’s eyes… He could only imagine the pain; but it must have been excruciating.



Then, Integra was speaking; and he felt a surge of savage pleasure. It seemed she had become bored of the games as well… The demon shifted over so that he was standing between her and the vampires again; though he was listening with rapt attention to her words. His true demonic power, kept under lock and key by the contract which acted as a collar and leash… She was about to grant him clearance to allow free reign of his abilities. Then, the order was given… The eyes were no longer flickering between ruby-red and fuchsia color; they had settled upon the latter, with cat-like slit pupils floating on the constantly shifting hue. His incisors elongated into the fangs which were characteristic of a demon, protruding from the malicious sneer which had now settled upon the face. He could feel the shackles of the demon starting to loosen as Integra raised her eye patch. It was good that she remembered exactly what showing the symbol during an order brought about. It was a feeling much like an adrenaline rush for humans, only in a demonic form. His naturally sadistic nature made it all the more fierce. ”Yes, My Lord…” (Link) Spoke the soft voice, saturated with the cruel pleasure which accompanied such an order. The demon raised his right hand, taking the wrist of the black glove between his teeth as he scrutinized his enemy.



Sebastian took a step forward as the glove came off and was dropped to the floor; an eerie coldness began to pass through the room. He was satisfied to see that most of his targets were starting to back away; perhaps they could feel the yet unmatched strength of the demon’s aura as his fetters came free. But it was too late now… His orders were to kill them all… Not a single one would leave this estate alive. The demon took the middle finger of his left glove in his teeth and removed it; also letting it fall to the ground. The violet glow of the Faustian symbol upon the back of his hand had become almost blindingly bright in this dim room. He had now reached the first line of the felled vampires; and he leaned over to pry up a pair of guns from the stiff grip of one of them. He tossed those guns over his shoulder to Integra, well aware of her skill with firearms. As he was no longer standing directly at her side, it was merely a safety precaution for her. ”Now then… It's time to put an end to this worthless game…” He murmured, and the entire office was plunged into an unbroken blackness as a sudden surge of a tainted wind blew out light bulbs and circuitry. The only light came from those fuchsia eyes and violet pentagrams on both his hand and Integra’s eye. The bullets fired out of terror were all caught under the darkness; and once again hurled back at their origination.



Then the demon was within their ranks; intending to rip them all apart. First, he would render their legs incapable of proper movement. These weren’t undead solder such as those he had engaged back in Isafaro. He doubted they could regenerate those legs in seconds. He would disarm his targets and either tear the weapons into pieces with a screech of metal; or he would otherwise bend them enough to make usage impossible. He preferred to take a cleaner method to actually kill them; to neatly snap their necks and be careful to not break the skin, blood would be hell to clean up. There was already plenty of blood for him to clear up throughout the manor’s grounds and indoors where the choke points had been set up. He wasn’t in his true form; much as he longed to do so. It would be a waste of energy. There was also the fact that he’d find it more difficult to control himself if he took to that vile form. The darkness of the room persisted; and the light from the eyes and Contract symbol cast strange, wavering shadows upon the walls. Once the vampires in the room were all fallen, he would proceed into the hallway; and take out those who lingered there in wait. He showed no mercy, every single hostile was to be killed. And throughout the entire attack, that demonic sense of enjoyment glittered within the butler’s eyes. He was licking his lips again as he tasted the fear, suffering, and death which saturated the air about him. Sebastian was thoroughly enjoying himself by now.

[Stranger]

Integra removed both gloves dropping them to the floor the moment Sebastian moved forward. She began walking forward and two of the pistols were tossed into the air toward her, Integra caught both weapons. "Maricul, release your full power," she simply said knowing that the message would come across the distance of the city to the vampire through the shining red pentagrams on the backs of her hands. She noticed the left one glowing dimly, which was the one that held power over Maricul currently. The right one was searing with power, the one that held control over Alucard.

An interesting feat Integra had accomplished over the last fifteen years in increasing her knowledge of shared runic powers. She had originally tested the theory with Seras who was branded but never on a leash. Integra released the clip on the left pistol into the air dropping the frame of the weapon and catching the clip, she would need the ammo from the weapon soon enough.

"Sebastian. I am sick of this vampiric scum. The message has been sent to me, I understand why they are here and I understand now that we are in the middle of a war... I believe it's time to send our own message. Any of them who dare step in your path, kill them in the most brutal way you can think of. I want them to understand the power I hold in my hands."

Integra stopped at the wooden cabinet opening it and grabbed her rapier. She swung the weapon and the sheath flew off at the back wall, now with a pistol in her right hand and the rapier in her left she made her way for the door, the look in her eyes was no longer strict, it was more intimidating and powerful.

[.:Amilia:.]

Each vampire in Sebastians path fell. The others had began regrouping outside and setting up a defensive perimeter similar to how Fargasun had set up his men. A number of the vampire were in front with the heavier guns while the others with their pistols were in back. They set up two sides to this as the scattered vampires who left the room took up position on the opposite side of the hall making it a death trap to walk outside the room.

A lone vampire began to enter the mansion through the quiet night. The gun fire from outside had died down somewhat but was still there. This vampire was more respected then the others here, hew as powerful, he was an enforcer for the Giovanni clan.

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The third gen look amused when Alucard had disappeared each bullet Alucard fired too hit the man and he was thrown from his feet to the ground where all at once his body cringed in pain and fell silent. He turned over and stood up, each of the bullets hitting the pavement as he did. He looked over his shoulder at Alucard and a brisk smile crossed his lips, "Not bad."

[Der-Sprecher-des-Wahnsinns]

A wide grin crossed Alucards face and every light in the dungeon shattered leaving them in pitch black darkness. Hundreds of eyes opened around the dungeon, the freaks began to rise up even their eyes being seen through the dark. "You broke into the wrong house. When I'm done with you, your corpse will be a delivered to your leader as a message of twisting insanity. I will leave not a single ounce of blood in your cold dead body, when I'm through with you only a shit stain will remain."



He appeared in the darkness with a perfect complexion still bleeding from every wound delivered to him but none the less his roar filled the area causing the foundation to shake as each layer of power was peeled away until he had achieved the final level. "NOW LET'S FIGHT LIKE REAL AGENTS OF THE NIGHT!

[sebastian]

It took very little time for the creatures to flee into the hallway like the cowards they truly were. His tongue traced around his lips again as the broad sneer exposed the fangs still more. They were inferior creatures… They were Hellish beasts, certainly. But he was hell spawn itself. The savagery with which he longed to tear them apart was ravaging his sense of self control. They had dared stroll into a demon’s domain. They had been foolish enough to raise firearms at him; to attempt taking his master, and future meal. Just as Integra was feeling insulted that such a weak force had come, he was feeling insulted that he was having to waste his time ending them all. However, as he had no choice but to deal with them; he would make every second a form of entertainment for himself. How often did a monster like him get to satiate the sadistic desires? Not frequently at all. He stopped in the entrance of where the door had been, tipping his head slightly toward Integra as she spoke again. Ah yes… This was the reason for that unexplained fondness of his master. ”It will be done, my lord…” Came the soft voice, lacerated with malicious intent.



Through peripheral vision, he watched her draw the sheathed weapon from the cabinet, and the corners of his mouth twitched. He had cleaned that rapier fairly recently; it was a fine blade. And now, it seemed that it would be used. The sheath was then airborne; and ricocheted off one of the study walls. As it passed through the air, he suddenly shifted with an invisible motion. Standing back at the doorway, he now held the sheath in his right hand, weighing it. Not as heavy as he would have liked, but it was sturdy enough and would do just fine. Combined with his physical strength and speed, the mere sheath would perform as well as a sword. Integra was then moving forward, and he held out an arm to bar her way. ”Please wait a moment, Master… They are on both sides of the hall.” He would have no trouble evading the bullets; but Integra wouldn’t have that luxury if she entered into the crossfire. The fuchsia eyes gleamed with lust for bloodshed in the semi-permeable darkness of the room and hall, and he stepped out.

The bullets came instantly, and he chose the side to the left first. He flashed down the hallway, blurring in different directions as bullets came from the front and from behind. With a spoon in one hand and the sheath in the other, he allowed bullets to graze the objects as he angled them; throwing the flying metal slightly off course but not entirely stopping them. The spoon was made with a material of his own creation which made it sturdy enough to not bend unless the bullets hit it directly. Otherwise, the smooth curve served as a direction changer. The vampires were making an effort to not shoot each other on either end of the hall; but he was changing the projectiles’ directions just enough so that most bullets wedged themselves in the chest or neck of a vampire. And still they fired, the fools… Their efforts ended only in them mowing down their comrades. Finally, he was among the mass bunched up at the far end of the hall. Shrieks split the air as the sheath was slashed cleanly through multiple bodies. The spoon had been replaced with four knives, and each knife was lodged into the necks or foreheads of foes. Bits of vampire body would soon litter that end up the hall as he, quite literally, ripped them apart. Brutal indeed.



When one was left on this end; the only female who had existed on this side of the hall, Sebastian smirked as he shook gore from his knives and the sheath. The woman backed up, her gun having run out of ammunition; terror flickering through every inch of her face. The demon moved forward, and had his forearm pinned across her lower neck and upper chest in moments; forcing her against the wall, steadily crushing the flesh and bone. As she gasped for breath, his head tipped forward; heartless eyes locked on her own. He felt the body shudder as his tongue snaked out, running slowly across her neck just below her chin. Miniscule cuts were left by the tiny keratin hooks which existed on a demon’s tongue; much like a cat’s tongue, only more prone to leaving small wounds behind which would burn like fire. ”You taste almost as revolting as you smell…” His honey-sweet voice hissed out as she whimpered in pain; tiny beads of blood began to emerge on her neck. Finally, with a single, swift motion; the head rolled from her shoulders to the ground, and he stepped back to allow the corpse to slide the ground before the blood could stain his sleeve. He licked the crimson liquid left by her severed neck from his fangs, a look of disgust creasing his features. ”I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised… They have vile souls after all; or substitutes in some cases…”

He turned on the spot and began to walk down the hall at a leisurely pace toward the other end. Throughout the entire assault, not a single drop of blood had landed on his figure. One might have thought that he sheltered a phobia of the stuff; when he honestly just didn’t feel like cleaning it from his garb. The vampires at the other end had faltered at the sight of their savagely dismembered comrades, and began to fire upon him again in what he assumed to be blind panic. They would be running out of ammunition soon, and he had no trouble redirecting the projectiles the same way as he had before. The demon passed the entrance of the study where Integra was standing, and he assumed she would know that end of the hall was clear now; so that she could come out and join him in the destruction of her foes if she wished. By now, the creatures probably understood they were outclassed. As for why they didn’t turn and flee; he wasn’t sure. Perhaps they knew death would be unavoidable, he had been ordered to kill them all.

[Stranger]

Integra knew it was time to end this charade with one mighty counter attack. She exited the room once Sebastian cleared the left hand side and raised the pistol up aiming down the hall and began opening fire on the Vampires who occupied that area. She followed Sebastians path but stuck more to his right hand side releasing every last bullet in the clip of the weapon. Any normal person would of been firing out of frustration by this point but she made sure every bullet hit a target killing five of them.

She stepped to the left and stood in Sebastians shadow as she reloaded her weapon and allowed him to do work.