The End is Nigh! (Raziel Intro)

May 2nd, 2010 08:21 PM

On some street corner, somewhere in the city, a pale man stood on a crate and ranted at the passersby.

Most ignored him, doing their best to pretend he wasn't there, while a few stopped and listened out of some morbid curiosity. Most couldn't help turning an ear to him, though, even if they tried not to get too caught up in what he was saying.

His voice was powerful and he spoke with a confidence that demanded attention.

"Repent! The End Times are upon us! The world shakes with the LORD's wrath and sinners and unbelievers will be dragged down into the lake of fire by the beast! Repent and know the forgiveness of God! Repent and save yourself from eternal Damnation!"

He had a crazed look about him, his skin was a waxy pale and his dark brown hair was a mess. He wore a ragged coat and clothing and his pale blue eyes had the fire of a fanatic in them.

"Look not to the false idols of fame and wealth! Indulge not in the debase sins of Lust and Gluttony! Let not your Pride blind you to the truth of the Word!"

"Repent and turn your back on your sins!"

After a few more minutes of ranting he slowly calmed down and the crowd went away. He jumped off the box and winced. The barbed wire wrapped around his bare feet turned every step into an ordeal, one he accepted gladly.

He took the box and moved to another street corner to begin his rant a new with a new audience.

Vitae

**Fractured** · May 2nd, 2010 08:49 PM

Two vagrants leave the comfort of their bench to listen to the crazy preacher man. Out of respect for the crazy man's convictions, they turn their heads when they take a drink from the bottle of cheap gin they pass back and forth between 'em.

"You don' know the half of it, brother," one with dark black gums and several missing teeth agrees.

May 2nd, 2010 10:09 PM

Whistling tunes from some old R.E.M songs her father used to play when she was younger Casey strolls down the street, hands stuffed into the pockets of her tight and fashionably faded jeans.

Mind filled with thoughts of gluttonous blood drinking and lust for the carnal pleasure of the Kiss, the young kindred rounds the corner and begins to saunter down the street, heading on a collision course for the false prophets corner.

Vitae

May 3rd, 2010 11:30 AM

There is a young woman sitting on the ground by Raziel. Not too close as too intrude, but not too far as to be distracted. She has a notebook out, frantically taking notes and pausing every once in a while to raise her face to the street preacher.

Trying to keep up with what he’s crying out, warning them all about but few listen. Most ignore her mentor and it makes Ainsley angry. Why don’t they listen to him? Don’t they know he speaks the truth?

She watched the herd move by. They’d have to learn the hard way.

Black hair is pinned back from her face. She’s pretty but nothing special. Chewing on her lower lip, her pencil snaps under the pressure of her penmenship and she scowls. She sits for a minute and listens, the hairs on the back of her neck rising.

Someone else comes, something else like them, and Ainsley shivers.

Steels herself.

Vitae

May 3rd, 2010 02:39 PM

Azmi wandered down the street towards the preacher, randomly examining his watch from time to time as well as looking over the homeless in the area for signs of weaponry. He had dressed in a fine black suit with a purple undershirt and tie. His ghoul had told him it brought out his eyes, but Azmi knew little of color coordinated fashion.

Azmi was still waiting for his meeting with the Invictus Lords who were unsurprisingly busy and couldn't spend another moment cooped up in his hotel. The nerves of the situation were getting to him and he decided the best course of action was a walk.

Now of course, the walk could serve a secondary purpose, seeing if any of the local vagrants where the hunter kind the Seneschal had mentioned. Odds are Azmi would not encounter that kind of resistance on his first night on town, but it might earn him a bit of respect if he could at least locate a group of them.

Azmi's feet carried him to a street corner, where he felt the all too familiar feeling of predator's taint. His eyes locked on a vampire preaching from a pulpit of cardboard.

Vitae

May 3rd, 2010 09:10 PM

A snarl came across Raziel's face which he quickly killed with a stomp of his foot and a sharp jolt of pain running up his leg as the barbed wire dug deeper into his flesh. He shook his head and looked back at the crowd to continue his rant.

"The Beast cares not if you are young or old, black or white, male or female. It infects us all and leads us down the road of sin and Damnation! I have seen with my own eyes, felt with my very soul the ruination that comes to those who embrace the Beast and invite it's Venom into their heart!"

"Do not tempt the Wrath of God. Follow the path laid for us by the Word! Follow in the footsteps of the Saints and Martyrs who suffered on earth but who found eternal bliss in the Kingdom of Heaven!"

"Do not wait for the unrepentant shall be struck down by the Righteous Wrath of the LORD, His anger will be as a Lance! His Wrath as a Spear wielded by the Righteous and Sanctified! But He can forgive even the most despicable if you but turn your backs to sin and embrace the LORD!"

He finished with his ranting, hopping down from the box. He walked over to the two vagrants and placed a hand on each of their shoulders. "Walk with the Grace of the LORD brothers, for even those forgotten by society are not forgotten by God." He gives them each a kiss on the forehead and grabs his box. He nods to Ainsley.

"We're done for the night, Ainsley. Broke another one of your pencils, have you?"

**Fractured** · May 3rd, 2010 09:32 PM

The bums recoil from the mad-eyed preacher's kiss and share a look.

"Hey, Mister Preacher man. We know a preacher like you."

"Sure do, Herb."

"He knows the kinda stuff yer talkin about."

"Crazy stuff, Herb." At this point, it isn't clear if Blackteeth is addressing his partner as Herb or Raziel, but he leans closer to belch at the Daeva, "Do you be-rrup-beeleeve in vampires?" He looks unsteadily at the preacher.

May 3rd, 2010 10:28 PM

Fighting down the nearly overpowering urge to rip this other kindred’s throat out and drink deeply of his cold dead blood, Casey swallows hard and leans against a nearby lamp post, listening. Part of the girl wonders if these homeless wretches could be some of the kindred killers the seneschal had mentioned.

May 3rd, 2010 11:26 PM

Quote:

"We're done for the night, Ainsley. Broke another one of your pencils, have you?"

She shrugged, and rose to her feet, dusting her knees off. Slinging her bag over her shoulder, holding the broken pencil tight in her fist.

Feeling the wood bite at her palm, delicate slivers of wood piercing the flesh.

Milimetre by milimetre.

She looks at the bums with wide eyes, wheels turning. Here was an opportunity that could serve she and Raziel bless'd riches.

Either gold or status. A ticket in, or just two drunk assholes mumbling about nothing?

Either way, it couldn't be ignored.
Not when presented so exquisitely.

She stands a step back, and listens. Waits. And feels still like they're being watched.

May 4th, 2010 08:33 AM

Raziel spun around with a quizzical look on his face then stole a glance to Ainsley.

These mortals were an affront to the way of things. They would have to die, but not now. But they are not the problem, only a symptom. This Preacher, he was the problem, he had to die and these two vagrants will be the key to it.

"Filth, rotten corpses who don't have the decency to die and who plague those of us who still live... They are but another sign of the End Times"

He stepped closer, the fire in his eyes burned brightly. "What do you know about the blooddrinkers....?"

The End is Nigh! (Raziel Intro)

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