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‘That bitch is like a two-headed snake, you cut one head off and two grow in its place, she’s basically unstoppable’ says Louis, leaning his back on the cold stonewall of the council room. It’s a large room with at least 50 seats made from only the finest wood, satin cushions are neatly placed on each chair, the walls are covered in maps. Even though the room is dimly lit, Luis’s amber eyes shine bright with frustration, after all they’ve been trying to find this “bitch” for a month. By “this bitch” he means a demon that escaped Elb not so long ago, most recent resources say she’s been “devouring elderly” and even go as far as “sucking blood from dogs”.
‘Unstoppable? Since when do you give up?’ says Mari, she’s somewhat of a head of the group, which is suitable since she is probably the only one who actually uses her head before her fists. Her arms are on the table, her eyes fixated on Louis.
‘I’m not giving up. I’m just saying what we’ve all been thinking. Plus maybe there's bigger things to worry about? Like the weird darkness closing in on us? When are we gonna do something about that?’
‘She’s our priority right now Louis, so can we please just get back to coming up with an actual plan?’ The irritated voice echoes throughout the room, it belongs to no one else but Charles. Charles Sebastian Derring the third to be exact. And yes, he does force everyone to call him that and yes no one actually does.
‘Why? Afraid she’ll get you soon Charlie?’ a big grin forms on Louis’s face as he gets up and gets closer in his face. Charles is 45, celebrated his birthday just last week, Mari gave him a new journal and Louis gave him a card that said in big pink glittery letters:
Any day now!
Implying that his death might ecour any day now, for the slow ones.
‘That’s Charles Sebastian Derring the third for you Louis. Also, I AM NOT OLD’ emphasis on the old.
‘Ok! OK! Didn’t know this was a sensitive subject for you. I understand that coming to terms with your age is a difficult thing, especially this late in life.’ Louis is inches away from his face now. A slappable distance, he doesn’t care. Charles hits like a twelve year old anyways.
‘Oh you piece of - ‘ Charles gets up in Louis’ face, grabs his collar and… that’s when Mari jumps in the middle and starts trying to separate them. They’re yelling at each other and look like they’re about to just kill each other. Mari’s trying to get control over the situation but they can’t hear her over their own voices.
‘Hey! Tone it down you three, some of us are actually busy right now’ says Birdie, she’s sitting on the table cross-legged carving a piece of wood into what looks like a cat licking her paw. The knife cuts through the wood like butter.
‘ENOUGH! That’s enough!’ yells Mari, Charles and Louis both freeze and look at her.
‘There’s people dying and you too are making it all about yourselves again. Let me remind you that we’re in this together, you understand?’ They both nod their head.
‘Now, how do we find her? Cause I seriously doubt that she’ll just walk right up into our ar-’ she gets cut off by the sound of the doors flying. A knight stands in the door frame, white breastplate with blue patterns covering his chest. A nimian knight. His eyes are wide open and he’s panting. He’s missing his helmet, instead you can see his brown hair soaking wet and his forehead dripping with sweat.
‘She’s here.’