Anusir held in front of his face, looking at it with a frown. He felt like crushing it there and then, but a stolen memory told him this woman was important to his goal. He held the phone to his ear and spoke in his deep dark brooding voice.
"Quisnam fatur ut Anusir?"


(Who speaks to Anusir)

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"Rock N' Roll is the only relgion that never lets you down!" ~ Lemmy Kilmister

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The voice sent a chill up her spine, "It's him" she thought.
Composing herself she replied.
"Meus nomen est Celesta.(My name is Celesta)" she cooly replied
"Vos have quispiam ut belongs ut an utor of mei. Have vos iuguolo him*?"



*You have something that belongs to an employee of mine. Have you killed him?

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"You must be Ackerman, please this way..."

The secretary said and showed the way to the office of the ident, Razakel entered the room as the secretary left him alone to wait for the ident. The secretary was like all the rest, wndering about what they would do tommorrow and solved crosswords in boredom of her work while annoyingly played around with her hair or something like that. They never knew of the darkness that lurked in the world and only hoped to live until they were hundred years old yet should Razakel succeed he would be forever.

The ident entered from a side door, he carried some notes and a coffee mug with him. He sat on the other side of the table and looked trough the notes before taking a friendly face to face the stranger from over seas. Everyone tried to be nice to each others all tough behind the others backs thought and gossiped about them.

"What may I do for you Ackerman?"

"I am here concerning a found you had lately made... I couldn`t help catching it on the news here so I came to see it as I myself have interested in all sorts of old relics."

"I see... well we have been on that matter all night and I might as well show you the medallion, follow me.."

They exited the room trough the side door and walked trough a corridor, they arrived to a larger space where some people were working and he began showing around, taking pride in the place as Razakel answered it all with a fake smile and fake interest yet his eyes were constantly searching for his price.

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

Anusir looked at the body on the floor and then back to the device. He let a small smile on his face and nodded.
"Sic. Nisi vos volo ut exsisto amo him EGO innutum vos dico mihi quis EGO postulo audire." His voice was chilling and vicious.

( Yes. Unless you want to be like him I suggest you tell me what I need to hear)

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"Rock N' Roll is the only relgion that never lets you down!" ~ Lemmy Kilmister

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A smile crossed Celestas lips as she listened to his words.
"Is eram vacuus. Vos EGO reputo es quispiam maioribus."
(He was useless. You I think are something greater.)
A thought occured to her.
"notitia vos peto can tantum exsisto orator directus. Nos must opportunus."
(The information you seek can only be spoken directly. We must meet)

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Anusir narrowed his eyes.
"EGO mos animadverto vos nunc..." He crushed the phone in his hand and went back to the body. He searched the body and found a set of car keys. He walked out of the ally way and found a GT40 parked up. He walked up to it and pushed the key into the lock and turned it. The door opened and he sat inside. It was slightly cramped for his tall body. The key sloted in the ignition and the engine roared into life. Using the memories from the dead man he sent the car down the road, traveling at massive speeds, towards New York.

(I will see you soon)

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"Rock N' Roll is the only relgion that never lets you down!" ~ Lemmy Kilmister

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Celesta was pleased with his words and smiled as the phone went dead.
"And I shall look forward to meeting you"

She buzzed her secretary again.
"Someone will be here to see me shortly. Notify me immediately on his arrival." she didnt give her a chance to reply.

Getting up she made her way out the doors of her office and towards her room, she walked in to the decadent room. Covered in the finest materials, artworks and sculptures from around the world. She stepped over to a large pine door and slid it open. It was full of various outfits of varying styles. She ran her hands along the rails, stopping at one. She pulled it out from the rail and made her way over to a small changing area to slip into her new attire.

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John ascended the spiral staircase, his weapon aimed at the level above him. He had emptied a clip on two vampires, the empty clip laying next to a charred vampire. "Come on, Giroak (Dracual's last descendant)," he whispered. "Where are you?"
As his foot left the last step and entered the second floor, a voice cried out, "Here!"
John turned his gun towards the direction of the voice and opened fire. Through demonic speed, Giroak evaded the UV bullets until John's gun began clicking from the lack of ammo. Then Giroak charged towards John with its teeth bared and claws out. John dropped his gun and drew his longsword. Not only was it made of silver but it was made in a form of a cruifix, doubling its holy essence. He evaded its claws and brought his sword unto Giroak's chest, slashing it. The unholy beast hissed and kicked John in the chest in its fury. He winced from the pain and attacked Giroak again, this time his left hand held a silver stake. Giroak tackled John, pinning him on the floor. The impact had caused John to lose his weapons, so he laid weaponless, trying to stop Giroak from biting his neck with his right hand. With his left hand, he digged through his pockets to extract a vial of holy water. He slammed it on Giroak's back, burning it. Giroak hissed again and let go off John as it writhed in pain. Shaking his head, he took his sword and beheaded the vampire before it had a chance to counterattack.
Finally his job was finished. John collected his weapons and placing a foot on the headless corpse, he extracted a flask of green tea and drank a large portion of it. "Cheers," he whispered to no one in particular. He closed the flask and walked down towards his waiting car.

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I was cured all right.

Ah, there it lay on the table just waiting for him to snatch it unless...

The ident decided to stand in his way blocking his sight, he looked the ident in the eyes and looked around then as he spoke somethign of the project that couldn`t care him one bit. He looked at the survailence cameras and suddenly raised his hand towards it, he said some words and a small bolt hhit the camera setting it in fire as Razakel turned back at the ident whom was astonished by the sight, so were the others and someone was going for their phones.

A quick slice and the ident fell to the table holding his throat, Razakel spinned around and accurately threw the dagger into the hand of a man with the phone. The man shouted in pain the third remainder in the room made a run for it only to be tackled by Razakel whom picked him up from the shoulder, he roughly threw his trough the glass door that led into the room and then approached his price with a smile as, if a shark had was approaching on it`s unaware prey. He took the medallion in his hands and ran his finger on it`s surface before opening his suitcase, then dropping it in there. He stopped to look at the man with the phone trying to dial numbers yet as it began to ring Razakel took it and threw it into the wall, he grabbed the dagger and made a quick kick into the throat of the man whom was laying on the floor. He hmped with a cold smile and walked trough the broken glass, he looked at the man laying in his own blood and pieces of the window.

The man`s neck snapped loudly as Razakel grabbed his head and twisted with almost inhuman strength, then there were quick steps approaching and Razakel made his exit. He jumped trough the window, unfortunately the drop was quite high as he arghed as he hit the ground and held his ribs because of the bad landing. He quickly ran for his car and covered the register before driving away, he quickly stopped at a dark alley before he set the car in flames. He watched the car birn for a while before disappearing from the scene with a dark smile on his face and the medallion safely in his suitcase.

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In the next news was a report on the events of the museum.

"Tonight the new york museum faced a horrible tragedy as three of it`s top workers were killed brutally, two of them attacked with a blade and one thrown trough a glass door before his neck was snapped and the latest item recovered from Brazil stolen by a man that the police haven`t identified so far. Yet what is known he presented himself as Joachim Ackerman, a professor from Switzerland whom was mysteriously found dead in his appartment.

The police are trying to figure an apparent motive for the man yet there is none to be found so far, for a theft it seems too brutal and loud, unfortunately the secretary whom was the only one that had seen his face seems to have fallen mysteriously into a state of shock. Not to mention all of the security cameras seem to have been stopped at the time he entered and left the museum.

The questions remain why did this man attack the museum, why did he want the newly found item so badly and how did he avoid being seen? We will keep you posted on this as the story develops..."

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

John was driving back to Rome, one of the bases of the Eradicators, when his phone rang. Only one person knew the number to that phone and there could only be one reason why he would call. He picked it up and said without an introduction, "Giroak's dead. If you doubt me, go to his citadel in Romania and you find a headless corpse."
The person on the other end said, "No, I don't doubt that you killed Giroak. Congraluations. No, I need you at Rome immediately."
John sighed. The caretaker of the Rome base was Samuel and even after four years, never grasped the idea that John was always one step ahead, three steps ahead with Samuel.
"Samuel, I'm on my way. Could you tell me where I'm going and who am I supposed to kill on the phone."
"I can only tell you this: He is New York."
John sighed again. The Eradicators usually referred to vampires, gargoyles, werewolves, phantoms, wizards, dark creatures, and Satanic worshippers as "it". They only called demons "he" or "she"
"Great, more demons. Can't get enough of those."
"I'll brief you when you arrive. Anyways, how long do you think it will take you?"
"Uhhh," He looked at the signs that dotted the highway, one of them saying "Welcome to Austria" "Two more hours or so. If you can get rid of the morning traffic, I can get there sooner."
The line went dead. You know, I was just joking, John thought as he stuffed his phone back into his bag.

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I was cured all right.

Celesta got herself into her new outfit and walked over to the full length mirror to look herself over. She smiled, she was impressed but one thing was missing. She reached up behind her head and pulled out her ponytail and let her long black hair flow freely down her back.
Perfect

She turned out her room and back to her office. Settling down behind her desk, she was buzzed by her secretary. Sighing she rolled her eyes as she answered.
"What is it this time?"

"Sorry to disturb you Mistress, but I think you should turn on your tv again." the voice replied, with slight fear.

Switching her tv on, it was still on the same news channel as before. A report came in of a theft of a precious, rare necklace from New York Museum. Her eyes widened with rage.

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The car roared down the highways at over one hundred and fifty miles an hour. Anusir was slightly impressed by what the pathetic humans had managed to create with their hands. This was a interesting method of transportation, not the best but it would do.
As the car sped down he noticed blue lights flashing behind him, his eyes narrowed at them and he looked in the mirrors to see a police car. The police cruiser sped up to get along side Anusir.
"Pull over." The voice said from the loudspeaker. Anusir did not understand what he meant, the voice repeated itself three more times when the passenger wound his window and pointed a shotgun out the window, trying to force him to pull over. Anusir glanced at it and smiled.
"Pathetic humans..." He thought. A glowing red fire ball devolped in his hand. He blew the door with the first and quickly launched another at the police car. The engine exploded in a flurry of fire, the passengers burnt inside.
Anusir pressed on eager to find his necklace and return to his slumber. He felt it's presence grow as he approached the towering city. Many glass buildings raising high into the sky. The memory of the dead man told him that the building he was looking for was... that one. A fairly big sky scraper, the moon reflecting off the glass windows. The car roared to a halt outside and he stepped out, glaring at the humans walking by. Two men in black suits stood at the door.
"Ego sum hic video vidi visum Celesta." They were both fairly big men. They looked at each other, confused by the language.
"Excuse me?"
Anusir quickly grew impatient, grabbing both by the neck he launched them into the glass doors, smashing them. He stepped inside, over the bodies and broken glass. A woman at a desk looked shocked afraid, and began to fumble with a phone. Anusir marched over to the desk and thrust his hands down on the desk, breaking the wood.
"Celesta!"
He only to say one word, the secertary nodded nervously and began dialing.


(i am here to see Celesta)

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"Rock N' Roll is the only relgion that never lets you down!" ~ Lemmy Kilmister

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The call came in while Celesta was engrossed in the news report. Turning the television off she walked over to her desk and picked up the reciever. The voice on the other end was terrified.
"Someone here to see you, he's quite insistent. He's smashed up my desk!"

"Send him in" she replied, smiling to herself. "And send for someone to bring you a new desk"

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The secretary looked up and quickly pushed a button on the desk. To his right an elevator door opened.
"Go in there and you will see her." She said pointing at the elevator.
He narrowed his eyes at her and stomped toward the elevator, his boots making heavy thuds. He bent down to enter the boxed room and looked around inside waiting. The doors closed and Anusir felt the shift as the box moved up. He was still somewhat confused by the technology used today. The doors slid open and he stepped out onto a grand and rich room. It was filled with luxurious items, sofas, desks, gold ornaments. The carpet was a lush red. Obviously this person was wealthy, wealth meant nothing to him and was not much impressed. The doors closed and he walked further in, a frown planted on his face as he looked for this "mistress".

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"Rock N' Roll is the only relgion that never lets you down!" ~ Lemmy Kilmister

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Whilst waiting on Anusirs arrival to her office, she sat back down behind her desk. She called back through to her secretary.
"I am not to be disturbed, by anyone or anything. Is that clear?" she spoke firmly.

"Even Xine?" she asked tentatively.

"Yes, even Xine. He can wait, this matter is urgent and of the utmost importance" she hung up and crossed one leg over the other and waited.

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Anusir looked around at the first room. He was nethier impressed or indimadated. He walked over to a door where he heard a voice. He was in a fould mood already and with a forcefull kick the door splintered off, falling off it's hinges. He stepped in to see a woman at a desk, obviously waiting on him.
"Celesta?" He said as he walked up to her desk, towering over her.

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"Rock N' Roll is the only relgion that never lets you down!" ~ Lemmy Kilmister

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