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RP Short Story: Hallows' Blood Moon Night
By: Coolcat207 Date: November 1, 2020, 12:08 am
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Three days ago before Halloween, Danae has been dealing with
some things from her past in Brazil. Before she left England,
she made it clear that she wanted to be alone and for no one to
come after her. Although her in laws pretty much listen to her
more than their own father at times, she couldn't shake the
feeling that there might be someone watching her. Unfortunately,
that was the least of her problems. She learned that one of her
bastard of a cambion cousin, Valentino, is back as some undead
werewolf in Brazil. As much as she would like to rip his heart
out, Valentino was prepared for her and is put in a position
where she cannot do anything to him, which leaves her in a very
bitter mood. On night in her home in New Orleans, she manage to
get a few clues on some of the Salem Witch members. It may not
be complete hell but she missed her family in England. Since
Halloween is a few days away, she wanted to head to that moglin
party. It would be a nice surprise. Gathering her things, she
place a protection charm on her cemetery home once again and
leave, bidding one last farewell to her home. Not in the mood to
board a plane or shadow travel, Danae decide to fly on her own
in the form of a crow. That was a mistake. During her travels, a
nasty storm formed on her way past Appalachia. She tried her
best to evade it but failed when lighting stuck her and she
crashed into the forest. On the ground, she shifted back into
her mortal form.
The next morning, she wakes up in an old secluded attic tucked
away deep in the woods. She tried to get up but find her leg
broken. She noticed an old woman tending to her wounds, Danae
tries to get up but hissed in pain due to her injured leg and
her back...? Damn, that storm f*cked her up badly. The old woman
in the attic sweetly told her that she had an accident and she
injured her foot. Danae tried to ask for help such as a
cellphone but the old woman told her that they don't have one or
any kind of modern technology with her. Although Danae tried to
protest, she knew she wasn't going anywhere and was put to sleep
thanks to the woman blowing some kind of dust in her face.
Waking up again, Danae tries to calm down and listen to the
woman as she tend to her but Danae had a hunch that the old
woman and her husband should not be trusted, which showed when
she learned that the woman practice hoodoo, which is proven when
she project her spirit to spy on the old couple, only to witness
some practices of hoodoo such as "healing" those who lost
certain body parts such as eyes or a tongue from other parts
from animals and people before fleeing back into her body. The
woman even made a voodoo like doll called a boogity of Danae.
During her time, the old woman told Danae that she knew that
Danae is a voodoo practitioner due to her status as the
Blackstaff of New Orleans along with seeing crow feathers on her
on the night they found her. Danae reluctantly agreed, which led
to the woman understanding her caution. When the old woman and
her husband left the farm one day, Danae checked on her wounds.
She found a large nail in her foot when she took the bandages
off. When she pulled it out despite the pain, she noticed
Echonian symbols on the nail. She then check the wounds on the
back, noticing two scars that resembles wings where they should
be. Seething in rage and pain, Danae starts leaving the attic
and going through the house and the barn. In the barn, she found
caskets filled with decomposed corpses with missing body parts.
She also found hoodoo spellbooks, vials, an old photo that dates
back in the late 1800s with the old couple and the handyman in
it and even her own wings in a chest. Her rage build as she can
feel the seal mark on her body pulsing. She can feel it getting
weak. Fed up, Danae start getting even by switching the powders,
making a voodoo doll of the old woman, take her wings out of the
chest and replace them with fake ones along with finding an
alternate way of using the curse Baisem placed on her to her own
advantage. After she finished, she head back to the attic with
her wings as quickly as she can when she heard the old couple
coming back with the horses. In the attic, she forced the nail
back into her foot and put the bandages back on her foot and
back in time, which is a good thing since the big guy they have
with the old couple has an axe with him in case she tried
something. She could grow her foot back but that axe might be
marked as well so she didn't push her luck.
On Halloween night, Danae had enough and made her move. She
pulled the nail out of her foot and put her wings back on her
back. After fixing herself, she heads out of the house and
begins to run. She couldn't fly or shape shift thanks to that
woman. Heading there, she noticed a sheriff car and run toward
there. After she gets there, she told the sheriff to drive which
he does. She explains about the couple doing hoodoo and other
atrocities which made the sheriff reply in disbelief and calling
her a lowkey racist. It was when she noticed that the sheriff
was with the old woman and the other folks in that small town.
Danae starts cursing at the sheriff in Creole and tries to
strangle him but was pulled out of the car in time by the mob
and had dust blown in her face. When she woke up, she notice the
full moon turning red, which shouldn't happen. Unable to move,
she glare up at the woman with pure hatred in her grey eyes as
she is put on a wooden table with a carving knife in her hand.
Old Woman: Everyone gather and look. The spawn of Lucifer
herself in our barn. You see here, little missy, we've heard
many stories about you from the South. You made quite a
reputation from Louisiana, Nevada and even to South America. You
may be an expert in voodoo but we have been here longer than
you. You see, a certain voodoo chameleon lady told us about you
and made a deal that we couldn't help but take. I mean, you
would be a fool to deny the one true king of darkness, correct.
Though she did say that we can take a thing or two from you. We
took your pretty little wings. And we can take your heart, which
my husband can use.
The crowd start cheering and as they begin to carve Danae open
since they remove her shirt. Before they can bring the blade
down, Danae's own shadow slashed at the old woman's hand, making
her drop the blade. Sitting upward, Danae's eyes change from
grey to crimson red as her shadow then spear it's hand through
the old man's chest, killing him instantly. Danae simply turn to
the woman as the light flicker in the barn and Danae starts
cackling like she hit her limit
Danae: If you remember any of my stories, you should know that
I'm pushed into a certain level, let's just say that I become a
real nasty b*tch.
The last thing anyone saw was her shadow merging with Danae's
body, making her shriek that is a mix of laughter and pure rage
that has been bottled up ever since Amalia showed up. The group
starts fleeing immediately as Danae start feasting on the old
man's flesh and blood. Noticing the handyman coming in along
with the group with torches and pitchfork (how lovely), Danae
stands up and face the handyman who turned into a mutated
werewolf under the blood moon. The dude starts clashing and
start fighting like wild animals. Although the beast was
stronger than Danae, Danae was faster and more agile, which she
used to incapacitate the beast. Howling in pain, it clawed at
Danae's back, who in return force open the beast's mouth and
spit a beam of demonic light into the beast mouth, frying it's
insides and killing it instantly. Screeching, Danae dropped the
body and pulled the shadows off of her as the old woman barge in
with an angel blade in her hand.
Old Woman: I knew that your sadistic half demon ass would do
something like this. Which is why I hide my own doll. You really
think you would get out of this alive---?!
Danae: Why did you think I made my own doll?
Danae was holding her own voodoo doll of the old woman in her
hand, which she's squeezing tightly. She normally use the dolls
for healing purposes. But after the crap she has been put
through, she does not feel like healing anyone. Her eyes are
still red which look dead despite the rage she's feeling right
now. With a simple motion, she swat the doll with the back of
her hand like it was an insect, making the old woman fly toward
a pillar and breaking it along with her arm. Danae start to
simply walk out of the barn. On her way out, she set the house
ablaze in hellfire as she grab a small vial of salt. She spread
it on the doorway, sealing the old woman inside who tried to
escape the barn but failed.
Old Woman: You really gonna let an old woman burn?
Danae: Figured I do it the old fashioned way. It worked well for
them up at Massachusetts back in the old days. It was stated
that salt keeps the wicked out. I've met and killed some really
wicked people ever since I was in my late teens. And telling
from the salt, your soul is even more wicked than mine. Tell my
father I said hi.
Danae's final words were laced with malice as she walked away
from the pleas and scream from the old woman. The mob outside
back away as Danae start walking away, afraid of what she can do
to them.
Person 1: Y-You're gonna let us go?
Danae: I am. But they won't.
As she says this, the corpses start walking toward the mob,
eager to get the parts that were taken from them. The mob starts
screaming and tried to either attack the ghouls or run away.
Danae never turned back as she spread her wings and fly off. On
her way there, she chuck a fallen light spear in front of the
car, making the sheriff stop in time and come out. The sheriff
start to yell threats and shoot off his revolver but quickly ran
out of bullets. He only manage to turn around in time for Danae
to grab him by the throat from behind and rip his spine out.
Dropping the corpse along with the spine, she sigh and and got
into the sheriff's car. Starting it, she drives away. As she
begin to take out one of the cop's cigarettes, she gets a mental
distress call from a Black Sun member.
BS Member: Ms. Levesque! I'm sorry to bother you but you're
needed in England immediately! Someone made the moon red and
it's making the werewolves go nuts along with the dark spirits
taking souls!
Danae: I'll be there shortly. I was on my way there anyway.
With that, Danae put a cigarette in her mouth and light it with
her hellfire as she continue to drive off into the night, her
eyes still as red as the moon.
Danae: This is going to be a long f*cking night.
End RP Story
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