>>41666827

A rescue, then, is in order. Before you can do any of that, however, you need to prepare. A good night's sleep had been the first step and now you're feeling refreshed, ready to take on the new day. Assuming it is day, of course – the sun doesn't shine much these days.

What first, then?

>Find Cassandra and see what she knows about the situation
>Find Leon and start making plans to deal with Harry Right-Hand
>Summon one of your demons to talk with

>>41666836
>>Find Leon and start making plans to deal with Harry Right-Hand

>>41666836
>Find Cassandra and see what she knows about the situation

>>41666836
>>Find Cassandra and see what she knows about the situation

>>41666836
>Find Cassandra and see what she knows about the situation

>>41666932
>>41667015
>>41667027

A good place to start, you decide, is talking with your devout companion. You're not sure how much information she might have – useful information, that is to say – but she seemed to have the same ability to summon demons that you do, although you're yet to learn what she's packing. Someone must have given her the DevilSP app, that mysterious “weapon” that seems to show up again and again, and you want to know who.

The other girl is exactly where you expected to find her, in the hospital's chapel – sorry, non-denominational place of worship – with her knees bent in prayer. She kneels in front of the altar and crucifix, while anything related to other faiths has been carefully covered with stolen - “borrowed” - bedsheets. A surprising show of restraint from the devout girl – you almost expected to find her piling them onto a bonfire with a cheerful grin on her face.

Rising from her kneeling position at the sound of your footsteps, Cassandra brushes a lock of her long hair away from her face and looks at you with quiet expectation, awaiting your first question.

>How are you holding up?
>I wanted to ask you about that phone. It's special, isn't it?
>What do you make of Leon?
>Other

>>41667110
>I wanted to ask you about that phone. It's special, isn't it?

>>41667110
>How are you holding up?
>>I wanted to ask you about that phone. It's special, isn't it?

>>41667110
>>How are you holding up?
>>I wanted to ask you about that phone. It's special, isn't it?

>>41667110
>She kneels in front of the altar and crucifix, while anything related to other faiths has been carefully covered with stolen - “borrowed” - bedsheets.

Dayum, she is going to ride that angel dick hard when they show up.

>>41667147
>>41667178

Carefully, you ask Cassandra how she's doing. No doubt she's lost people as well in this cataclysm, and that's going to take its toll on anyone. The girl is silent for a long time, considering your question in such elaborate detail that you're almost about to change the subject when she finally gives her answer.

“I think I'm okay,” she nods to herself, as if confirming a fact she was previously unsure of, “It's a lot to take in, yes, but whenever I feel myself wavering I can turn to my faith. I know you're not as serious about it as I am,” she pauses here for a moment and you resist rolling your eyes. The pope takes his religion less seriously than this girl. “But it's a real source of strength in these troubled times. God gives me the strength to go on, and the hope to see a new day.”

You both fall silent for a moment as her answer sinks in. You've got to admit, something about Cassandra's speech – or perhaps the conviction behind her words – moved you a little. It's almost enough to convince you to get down on your knees and join her in prayer. Then again, the desolate city outside is almost enough to convince you to never pray again.

>>41667316

That phone you had earlier, you say, moving swiftly on, that's no ordinary smartphone, is it? You can still remember when you met her in the empty streets, how Cassandra had pulled her phone out with the air of a duellist readying their sword. Is she a devil summoner as well? Though, you're tempted to avoid using that particular term around Cassandra, for fear of being burned at the stake or something.

“Sister Joan gave it to me,” Cassandra states simply. You vaguely remember Joan, one of the teachers at Saint Sebastian's. Everyone called her Sister Joan, but you were never sure if she was really a nun or not. She didn't dress the part, but she spent so much time preaching the virtues of faith and obedience that it was hard to imagine her as anything else. “A few days ago,” Cassandra adds, “She told me to trust in the Lord and let Him guide me.”

Yeah, that sounds like Sister Joan alright. Does that mean she has something to do with the New Way Doctrine? Well, it's a meaningless question without being able to ask her directly – if she's even still alive.

>>41667337

With your conversation finished – for now, at least – you start to bid farewell to Cassandra when she stops you with a question.

“I... Amelia, might I ask you something?” surprised at the hesitancy in Cassandra's voice, you nod for her to continue, “The road ahead is going to be long and hard, isn't it? But no matter how hard it gets, I must follow God's laws, mustn't I?”

A strange question. You never thought you'd hear such doubtful thoughts coming out of your faithful companion. Of course, you're not sure you're the right person to ask about such things but, well, she DID ask...

>You've got to keep the faith, Cassandra.
>You should do the right thing, whether that be God's law or not
>This blind faith of yours is going to get you in trouble one of these days.

>>41667359
>This blind faith of yours is going to get you in trouble one of these days.
And hopefully, not by our hands.

>>41667359
>>You should do the right thing, whether that be God's law or not
"Having faith is fine, but I don't think it's something to rely on here. We should rely on each other to get through whatever mess we are in."

>>41667359
>You should do the right thing, whether that be God's law or not
"I cant tell you whether or not to keep your faith, thats a decision only you can make. But I feel like you only want to do the right thing. So keep following your heart, so to speak."

>>41667440
>>41667447

You shouldn't rely on your faith so much, you tell Cassandra as gently as you can. It's a source of strength, yes, but you shouldn't let it control you. You can't make this decision for her, only she can choose what to do next, but... You struggle to find the right words, irritated – worse, scared – by the sense of utter helplessness that threatens to engulf you. You're a good person, you finish lamely, so just follow your heart. If all else fails, you can rely on me. We can rely on each other. As your voice trails off, you feel quietly confident about your speech.

For a long moment, Cassandra concentrates on your words, her face twisted in a little frown of contemplation. When her scowl deepens, you're almost certain that she's about to call you out – denying some perceived attack she pulled from your warning – but then her forehead smooths out and she sighs.

“You... might be right. I'll have to think on this,” Cassandra sits, not kneeling in prayer but slumped in one of the pews, “Please, may I have a moment?”

Sure thing Cassandra, you tell her, before finally making your way out of the not!chapel. What now?

>Find Leon and start making plans to deal with Harry Right-Hand
>Summon one of your demons to talk with

>>41667610
>Find Leon and start making plans to deal with Harry Right-Hand

>>41667610
>Find Leon and start making plans to deal with Harry Right-Hand

>>41667610
>>Find Leon and start making plans to deal with Harry Right-Hand

I don't trust any of these assholes

>>41667888
Us humans got to stick together.

But I do agree these two are probably Law Heroine and Chaos Hero.

You find Leon in the reception area, surrounded by sloppy piles of items. It looks like he's been busy, dragging back box after box of the supplies you marked last night. You take a moment to look through the piles, noting the large amounts of canned and dried foods as well as other survival sundries. Blankets, spare batteries, fuel for a generator... You're a little surprised, to be honest, at how well Leon was able to decide what to take, not to mention the sheer amount of stuff he was able to recover.

“Mornin' boss,” he greets you with a sleepy nod, sitting up from the bench he had been sprawled out on. The bandage across his mutilated face has been changed to a new one, spotless white gauze criss-crossing his face. He rises with the easy grace of someone used to sleeping anywhere, under any circumstances.

Boss? Well, you suppose you did take charge the other day. It wasn't a role you naturally saw for yourself, but sometimes you can surprise even yourself. Or perhaps it's just a term of endearment, with no real authority attached. It might even be a challenge, with the curious Scotsman testing to see if you really will take charge over the situation.

>How's your face doing?
>That's right Jock, I'm in charge now!
>Harry Right-Hand. Do we have a plan?
>Other

>>41667936
>>How's your face doing?
>Harry Right-Hand. Do we have a plan?

>>41667936
>>How's your face doing?
>Harry Right-Hand. Do we have a plan?

>>41667936
"Morning"
>>How's your face doing?
>>Harry Right-Hand. Do we have a plan?

>>41667958
>>41668009
>>41668134

“No so bad this mornin'” Leon touches the bandage and winces a little, but not as much as you'd expect. “Shame though. Used to be quite the looker, you know.”

Heh, yeah. You pause for a moment, scrutinising the young man's face. Wait, really?

“Naw, no really,” with a shrug and a laugh, Leon dismisses the idea, “Taught me a lesson I'll no forget in a hurry, at least. Gotta thank Harry for that.” The atmosphere between the two of you sours a little as the young man's expression turns dark. “Thank him right proper, if you get my drift.”

Yeah, you get the idea.

>>41668278

So, do we have a plan for dealing with Harry Right-Hand? It sounds like he's running a pretty tight operation, if he can put the fear of god into people like he does.

“Suppose you want somethin' more detailed than “Walk in, stab the cunt”, right?” Leon chuckles to himself before reaching into his coat. You expected him to come out with his phone, but instead he draws a wicked looking knife. Long, gleaming and serrated at the back, it's the kind of tough guy knife that would get you a few years in prison. Of course, things are different now. It's hard to adjust to a world where the only laws are the rules of nature.

Well, yeah. How many guards are there likely to be? How much does Harry know about demons, and can he summon them? Is there a good escape route? Any friends on the inside? You pelt the young man with questions until he throws his hands up in the air.

“Fuck me, one at a time,” he gripes, “He's got bloody dozens of men, but maybe four good ones out of the sorry lot. The others won't do much more than gawp and shout if somethin' happens – that's our best chance to run for it.” He stops to think a little. “Demons... There was talk – just shite between the lads, y'know – about Harry talkin' to things that weren't there for a while. I never saw him orderin' anythin' about though. Least, not anythin' that wasn't human.”

>>41668293

Right, you say aloud as you mull over the situation, do you think it would work? Just strolling up to him and sticking a knife in his gut? No matter how you imagine things, that doesn't seem like a very good plan. Besides, won't he expect something like that from you? You've certainly got a grudge against him.

“That's the beauty of it!” Leon announces, grinning like a man who just found a winning lottery ticket, “It won't be me doin' the deed!”

>You've got to be kidding me!
>Actually, that might just work...
>So what's your part in all this?
>I can't be a part of this.

>>41668304
>>You've got to be kidding me!
"I can't just go and stab some guy I've never met. Can't we just strong arm him into submission? I mean we have 3 summoners here."

>>41668304
>>You've got to be kidding me!

>>41668304
>You've got to be kidding me!

>>41668364
>>41668397
>>41668446

This has to be some kind of terrible, terrible joke. Not only does Leon's plan consist entirely of a single act of violence and a whole lot of hope, but he expects you to be the one to do the dirty work! What happened to his grudge against the mob boss? Not a few minutes ago he was gloating about the revenge he was going to enjoy.

“Aye, okay, it's no perfect,” Leon admits, “We've got the advantage here though! I bet Harry still thinks I'm on the run somewhere, so his best men are gonna be out chasin' shadows.”

Stop dodging the issue Jock, you can't keep a trace of a snarl from slipping into your voice as you spit the nickname out. You're getting me to do all the heavy lifting here, while this is your mess to begin with. Are you telling me this is the best you can come up with?

A look of sullen frustration steals across Leon's face as he processes your furious words. There is a quiet creak of leather as his grip on the ridiculous knife tightens into a white-knuckle clench. Slowly, trying not to make the situation any worse, you slip a hand into your pocket and hold your smartphone. “What's your plan then?” he finally says, before adding in a bitter voice: “Boss?”

>This isn't my problem.
>Maybe we should try and negotiate? Convince Harry to let those people go?
>If we're attacking, we're doing it together.
>Here's what we're going to do... (Write in)

>>41668636
>>If we're attacking, we're doing it together.
"If what you said is true, most of his goons aren't going to do shit if they see this guy..."

*Summon Ripper, but don't make the movement threatening to Jock*

"...behind us, not to mention you and Catherine's demons as well. We kick down the door and 'persuade' him to release the people he's enslaved at demon point."

>>41668636
>If we're attacking, we're doing it together.

Have you fought with your Demon yet?

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Okay Jock, you begin, pulling your phone out and opening up DevilSP, get a load of this. With a flick of your thumb you summon Ripper, conjuring the murderous shade into existence behind you. The young man's eyes grow wide as he fumbles his way to his feet, holding his knife out in front of him with an unsteady, uncertain grip.

“Fuckin' hell,” he breathes, looking into the swirling, slowly solidifying form of your pet serial killer. Ripper looks down upon him with an easy contempt, a hollow laugh rattling out from within the demon's body. With his usual slow grace, Ripper pulls a blade of his loose sleeve and points it at Leon in a threatening gesture.

Oh boys, put them way, you sigh, rolling your eyes. Leon was right about one thing – we DO have an advantage, and he's looking right at it. With Ripper holding his blade at Harry's throat, the criminal scum won't have any choice but to listen to your demands. With a little luck, and a whole lot of confidence, you might just be able to rescue those poor people without spilling a drop of blood.

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>>41669072

Besides, you add, if things go wrong you can always call your demon for backup. What is it, anyway, and what do you know about it? Leon lowers his knife – reluctantly – and digs his phone out of a deep pocket. Thumbing through it, he pulls up his own version of DevilSP.

“Scary bastard, isn't it?” he offers a lopsided, insincere smile as he shows you the picture of the strange, canine demon, “Doesn't look like the kinda pooch that'd just follow orders, right?”

Well it's better than nothing, isn't it? A little exasperated at the sudden caution – or is it cowardice? - from the young man, you continue with your plans. Cassandra could probably be persuaded to help, if you appealed to her sense of justice, and she'll have a demon of her own. Not a demon, you correct yourself, she'll probably have Jesus locked up in there, or something.

“Hah!” that little joke – Cassandra would have murdered you if she'd heard it – finally seemed to break the tension between you. “Three of us, three of these beasties,” Leon mused, “Aye, it might just work. Most of the lads will probably drop a load in their breeks when they see 'em!”

That's decided then, you say, not quite able to resist rolling your eyes. Still, something about the man's original plan still rankles at you. He seemed so eager to send you in alone – but why?

>>41669204

While Leon promised to try summoning his demon, you set off back to the chapel to try and get Cassandra on side. You might be able to pull this off with just you and Leon – true enough, that dog of his looked pretty scary – you weren't willing to leave anything to chance. Better to approach this with as many people as possible.

Cassandra, as expected, was still in the chapel, flicking through one of the old, worn bibles that always seem to lurk within hotel rooms and hospital wards. Bibles that are worn by age, and not overuse. She looks up when you sit next to her and shuffles to the side a little – just in case your thighs touch, ruining her for marriage forever or something. Without any further delay, you speak up

>Leon and I are going after Harry Right-Hand. Are you in?
>Can you summon a de... One of those things?
>I don't trust Leon.
>Other

>>41669378
>Leon and I are going after Harry Right-Hand. Are you in?
>>Can you summon a de... One of those things?

>>41669378
>>Leon and I are going after Harry Right-Hand. Are you in?
>>Can you summon a de... One of those things?

I don't want to tell the neurotic girl that trust may be an issue. We'll keep an eye on Leon ourselves.

>>41669378

[X] I don't trust Leon

>Trusting Chaos Hero
>Ever

Come on, he was blatantly trying to lead us into a trap. A little paranoia isn't metagaming

>>41669586
I don't. Just I think telling Cass will make things worse.

>>41669378
>Leon and I are going after Harry Right-Hand. Are you in?
>Can you summon a de... One of those things?

>>41669406
>>41669483
>>41669761

You've got your misgivings about Leon, but without any solid evidence you're not willing to dump all your conspiracy theories on your companion. There's no way of knowing how she'd react if you did tell her, and you need things to go as smoothly as possible. For the time being, at least. If Leon gave you any more reason to suspect him, well, you'll cross that bridge when you come to it.

Harry Right-Hand, you say with a hushed voice instead, is a problem that needs solving. You've been talking with Leon, and you think you've got a plan – one that should get the innocents out of there without hurting anyone. As you describe your plan, Cassandra's expression changes from polite attention to one of genuine interest. When you're finished, she's practically champing at the bit.

“I'll help,” she insists before you can even ask, “I won't take no for an answer!”

Well, that's... that's great, you reply, wrong-footed for a moment. You were hoping that's what she'd say. There is one thing, though. Have you got any, uh, divine assistance that you can call upon? A little guardian angel perhaps?

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>>41669788

“Oh ye of little faith,” Cassandra smiles broadly, holding her phone out so that you can see the armoured figure taking up one quarter of her... her AngelSP app? It takes you a moment to realise that she would have never accepted anything that mentioned summoning demons or devils. It takes you another moment to realise that Cassandra just told a joke. Maybe she took your earlier words to heart.

“But you said that nobody needs to get hurt,” the faithful girl adds, a stern note in her voice, “I want you to promise me. Promise me that you're not going to hurt anyone!”

That's a pretty big ask, you think to yourself. True, you're hoping to rely on speed and intimidation, but there's always a risk of something going wrong, even without taking Leon's temper into account. Still, if the alternative is doing this with two people rather than three...

>Cassandra, people might die if you don't help us.
>I promise. Nobody gets hurt.
>Grow up, this is scum we're talking about. They're not going to play nice.

>>41669889
>>Cassandra, people might die if you don't help us.

>>41669889
>Cassandra, people might die if you don't help us.
"Cass, believe me. I want nothing more than for this go without a hitch with no one getting hurt, but we have to be realistic here. Someone might be stupid and try to attack us. Thats why we could really use your help, so it doesnt come to that. I can't promise no one will get hurt but I will promise that if we do get into a fight that I will be as non lethal as possible.

There aren't many of us left as it is."

>>41669889
>Cassandra, people might die if you don't help us.
I can't promise that, I can promise that I don't want to hurt anyone

>>41669889
>>Cassandra, people might die if you don't help us.

You purse your lips, fully aware that any answer you could give would only open the door to more problems further down the road. Say you do promise her, but then someone attacks you, what then? Turn the other cheek? If only you could get her to understand the gravity of the situation! So, all too aware of how cheap a shot this is, you take a deep breath and make your move

If the plan doesn't work, you begin, then people could get hurt – you won't deny that. On the other hand, if the three of us do nothing... You let your voice trail off here, watching her reaction carefully. That implication, the suggestion of the terrible fate that awaits the prisoners and the idea that she'd share some of the responsibility, seems to hit Cassandra like a sledgehammer. She doesn't quite crumple in her pew... but she comes close.

You don't want to hurt anyone, you're quick to insist, and you'll do as much as you can to keep things from getting out of hand, but it's going to be much harder to do it with two people. Especially, you think to yourself, when one of those people is a loose cannon balanced atop a powder keg. You think about adding some more reassurances onto the pile, but some quiet sense keeps you silent as you wait for Cassandra's reply.

When it comes, it comes in a voice heavy with weariness. “I understand. Thank you, Amelia, for being honest with me. You could have lied, and I would have trusted you.”

Too good for this sinful earth, you think to yourself as you nod gravely.

>>41670364

“So we all know what we're gonna do?” Leon asks as he looks down at the crude map he drew on a scrap of medical paperwork. It's supposed to be a rough floor plan of Harry Right-Hands club, but instead it looks more like some kind of squashed vegetable. You can make out the important parts – the VIP lounge where Harry will supposedly be lurking, and the walkway above – but not much else.

“I'll try to blend into the crowd and lie low,” Cassandra states, repeating her part of the plan, “If things go wrong, I'll try and evacuate as many people as I can.”

“Aye, good,” Leon taps his knife – Cassandra looked like she was going to faint dead away when he first produced that little toy – against the childish scrawl of his map, “I'll be here, on the walkway. If things go to shite, I can drop down and start...” he stops here, frowning, “I've got a big bloody dog to scare people with.”

You breath an inward sigh of relief. The first time he had gone over the new plan – when it had just been the two of you – his backup had involved, in his own words, “smashing heeds like a mad bastard”. It had taken a ridiculous amount of persuasion to get him to alter that choice phrase for the real thing, when Cassandra was going to take part.

That leave your part. Looking down at the map, you try and picture yourself winding your way through a dank, sweaty club. It probably wouldn't have lights or music – not unless Harry had a generator and a decadent urge to waste fuel – but you find it strangely difficult to imagine a club without the associated sensations. Anyway. You'll head straight for Harry and start “negotiating”, keeping Ripper as your ace in the hole.

It sounds good, and everyone knows their place. This should go like clockwork

>I'm ready, let's do it.
>We should wait, I've got some last minute prep to do.

>>41670576

>>41670576
>I'm ready, let's do it.

>>41670576
>I'm ready, let's do it.

So this is it. You've planned things out, coaxed your two companions around to doing things your way and now, with nothing else to delay the action, you start the walk to Harry Right-Hand's club. On the way, you try and slow your breathing, trying anything you can think of to force a state of calm, clear thought. It's not easy – you can't stop thinking that it's you, a violent Glaswegian and a catholic schoolgirl against a club of hardened thugs. Even the thought of the demons you command cannot bring you much comfort.

The club is in what was once a pretty nice area of London. A lot of very expensive buildings, probably bought with Russian or Chinese money as a bragging item, or some discrete place to hide a mistress. The club itself – the word ECSTASY painted in a hilariously tacky font made of dead neon gracing the front – looks like the kind of place that would have been a home away from home for bored heiresses and drug dealers. A real classy place.

Leon claps you on the back and breaks away from you and Cassandra, heading around back in a strangely stiff walk, thick coat wrapped around his body. Strange – you'd never seen him limp before now. Cassandra forces her face into an expression of bored nonchalance and strides straight past the pair of bouncers, neither heavyset man doing anything more than glancing at her backside as she passes them. You follow her a moment later, entering the club with nothing more than the same lecherous scrutiny.

>>41670954

Inside the club, well, there are crowds of people and not much else. No music and the fewest lights possible. The background hum of hushed conversations and forced laughter doesn't quite cover up the distant rumble of a generator, but the darkness does offer one favour. Above, creeping about the network of metal walkways – meant for lighting engineers, if you were forced to guess – Leon passed unnoticed by every guard you passed.

You don't see Cassandra any more and, although she's supposed to be lying low, you can't shake the feeling of sudden vulnerability. The guards could jump you at any minute, and Leon could just hide up there, watching whatever violent fate awaited you. What would Harry take from you, if he knew what you were planning? A nose? Your tongue? Maybe he would show a rare display of mercy and simply kill you there and then – doubtful though.

You read once: walk like you belong somewhere, and people will assume you do. Keeping that mantra in mind, you straighten your back and strike through the club. Traces of your old troublemaker swagger creep back into your movement – how long had it been since you walked like you had something to prove? - as you make your way to the VIP lounge. There's a guard standing at the entrance to it, a glitzy curtain thin enough to taunt the peasants with glances of what they were banned from enjoying, but you leave him wide eyed and helpless as you push straight through. So far, so good.

>>41671132

Then you see Harry Right-Hand himself. Old Fat Harry – a toad of a man, squat and powerfully built with an obnoxious fur coat wrapped around him and an unlit cigar stuck in the corner of his mouth. This is a man who lied, cheated and murdered his way to the top of the London underworld because – if the stories were to be believed – he wanted to spite his policeman father. Well, there's little doubt who got the better end of this little feud, you think to yourself as you glance around. Only one of them survived the end of the world.

“Wot,” the crime boss grunts, looking at you through fat, squinting eyes, “D'you want?”

>Well sir, I've got a proposition for you.
>You're going to release everyone you've taken prisoner, or I'll gut you like a fish
>I believe we have a mutual friend. He's here tonight to kill you.

>>41671285
>Well sir, I've got a proposition for you.
"I hear you have rounded up people as welcome gifts for our new neighbors. I'd like you to release them."

>>41671335
>>41671285
If he gives us any lip point out that:

1. All he is to the demons is food giving more food, and what does he think will happen when he runs out.

And 2.
We have a serial killer at our call that would be very disappointed if he declines us.

>>41671285
>>Well sir, I've got a proposition for you.
>You're going to release everyone you've taken prisoner, or I'll gut you like a fish

>>41671335
>>41671468

"You fuckin' wot?" the troglodyte in front of you growls, looking past your shoulder at the guard, finally recovered from his shock to stand, menacing, behind you, “Get a load of this bitch! Go on luv, wot's this proposition you've got for me?”

Idiot, you find yourself thinking, absolute cretin. But, forcing a pleasant smile onto your face, you put the first of your cards on the table. You heard that Harry Right-Hand had come into some live cargo recently, with the intent of bargaining them off to... certain parties. Parties of non-human origin. You slip your smartphone down from the inside of your sleeve and hold it tightly, ready to unleash Ripper.

“I might 'ave some friends 'ere, on the premises,” Harry says slowly, enunciating his words in a particularly revolting east end accent, “Wot's that got to do with you?”

You're going to let them go free, you state simply, let them go and don't come after them.

The bodyguard behind you starts the laughter, chuckling in a deep bass tone. Harry himself takes up the laugh not long after, even as he reaches a hand into his fur coat. He leaves his hand there, the threat implicit in the gesture.

Do you really think the demons are going to stop with those prisoners? Sensing a fatal juncture, you press the advantage – a brief pause – that your question grants you. They're going to get hungry eventually, and you look like you'll make a damn good meal.

“Ah, shut up!” the criminal snarls, rolling his eyes, “Get this tart outta here, she's wasting my time!” The bodyguard's hand comes down hard on your shoulder, tightening painfully around your flesh.

>Summon Ripper.
>Allow yourself to be escorted out.

>>41671781
>>Summon Ripper.
"And what about you Mr. Bodyguard? Say Harry here runs out prisoners to feed. Who do you think he'll start selling out to save his own skin then?"

>>41671781
>Summon Ripper.
Don't you know it's rude to touch a lady without permission? I think you've upset my friend.

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Not so fast, you snarl, sweeping your phone up and pressing your finger to the screen. Then, without even the slightest hint of a warning, a ghastly shriek bursts from the device, static filling the screen and wiping Ripper's silhouette out of sight. Words swim up through the churning ocean of white noise – SEE YOU – searing themselves onto your eyes as the same words are repeated inside your head, in a voice caught between a scream and a hiss.

You yell in pain as a vicious agony rips its way through your entire body, gripping you like a convulsion. The phone drops from your nerveless fingers, the invulnerable case bouncing unnoticed on the floor. The pain passes quickly, but you still feel weak and defenceless as you look up at Harry. What did you do, you fat bastard? What did you DO?

The question dies in your mouth as you see the heavy looking gun gripped in the crime boss' thick fist. A thousand thoughts rush through your mind, most of them as stupid and useless as your intricate plan turned out to be. Facts, references, even a stupid movie quote – do you feel lucky, punk? - fill your mind, but the overwhelming thought it one of utter stupidity. So absurd that you cringe as soon as it leaves your mouth, spoken aloud despite your hopes.

That's... That's illegal!

“Don't feel bad, luv,” Harry Right-Hand's voice oozes a smug superiority – the kind of glee that comes from certain victory, “This game was rigged from the start.”

Then he shoots you. Just once, in the chest. Dead center.

>>41672027

The bullet hits you like, well, like a speeding bullet. Yet, strangely, you feel no pain. Just a crushing pressure that punches you clean out of the bodyguard's grip and sends you tumbling to the ground. Screams erupt all around you, filling the club with a chorus of terrified voices as time seems to slow to a crawl. Warmth – strangely comforting under the circumstances – blossoms across your chest and soaks into your back as you hit the ground.

There are other noises as well, now. The frenzied barking of a dog plucked from the worst breeding pits in Hell, contrasting grotesquely with the song of an angelic choir. Things really... you cough and feel blood splattering from your mouth. Things really went to shit, didn't they? Sorry Cassandra... it looks like someone got hurt after all...

Choose a character:

>Leon
>Cassandra

>>41672127
>Leon

>>41672127
>Leon

Shit, hope Amelia isnt dead.

>>41672127
>Leon

>>41672127
>>Cassandra

>>41672183
I really doubt she is. Thatd be really fucking stupid.

>>41672212
Watch us get Magatama'd.

>>41672127
Anyone wanna bet Charon's gonna sell us continues?

>>41672161
>>41672183
>>41672194

Well, I'm going to end this thread here and continue on Thursday with a Leon episode. I'll post the exact time on twitter https://twitter.com/MolochQM

Any questions before I leave?

I wonder if there is a Demonica suit somewhere in this world. That'd be really useful.

>>41672301
Hell of a cliffhanger. Thanks for the run.

>>41672301
You motherfucker. I missed the first two threads, but I saw this and decided to watch how it all played out. Nicely done. Are we going to be able to gain multiple demons at any point or are we stuck with Ripper?

>>41672444

There will be multiple demons later on. I can't guarantee including every SMT demon, but I hope to represent a wide variety.

>>41672301
We getting Magatama'd?

>>41672444
We have Undine, but can only summon one at once for now.

>>41672490
>We getting Magatama'd?

Amelia was born 100% human and she'll die 100% human.

>>41672551
While the prospect of Female Demifiend is cool, I agree.

>>41672482
Oh I wouldn't expect every demon to be present. But a good amount is fine by me. I expect Mara to show up at some point

I feel that Leon would just start killing Thugs not that he is off the Amelia leash.

Poor Cass.

>>41672693
>Mara

2hot4/tg/

If Moloch is still here, will we see demons with actual benevolent personalities? I remember those from Soul Hackers, and I thought it was kind of nice to see that not ALL of the demons were dicks.

>>41672877

There are going to be helpful demons. Fairies in particular are more benevolent than angels and devils. Of course, there are still some cruel and capricious fairies.

>>41672958
We should talk to Undine sometime, get a demon perspective on things.

You know after the whole Bullet in our chest thing is resolved.