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Ch 14: The long and whiny road (to your door)



After they were all rested, the group started down the hall. As they progressed, the hall became damp and moss covered the walls. Though lacking any hazards of its own, the road was possessed by a spirit who was having the longest bitching and moaning session known to man “I mean, people walk all over m all day, and do I get a thank you?” the road asked and proceeded to answer its own question “No, no I don’t”.

Vincent rolled his eyes “Truly a crime.”

“I know, I provide an invaluable service.” The road agreed, not picking up on the sarcasm.



Lestat had already run over the road and through the portal. He held his face as he ran past broken and crumbling chapels, and he burst through the door of an old windmill. When he came in, the windmill’s interior lit up and upbeat music began to play. “Rosie!” Lestat cried looking around the vibrant red interior, Lestat ran further in to look for her.



“Day in and day out, people complain about the road being so long.” The road kept on complaining “Without me, people would be left walking through the cold mud.” It over estimated how important it was, severely. The road was wearing thin on certain members of the group. “Do you have any idea what it feels like to always be getting walked over?” It asked “The physical and emotional toll?”

“Shut up!” Vincent snapped “I swear, if you say one more thing.” Vincent didn’t threaten, he promised.

“All I am say is….” The road did indeed keep it up.



“But Lyn, I love you.” Hector professed.

“I’m sorry, but we can’t be together!” Lyn looked away, on the verge of tears.

“But, why?” Hector asked, in disbelief.

“I’m in love with –” Erika was cut off when the screen went black.

Lestat had run into the room and unplugged the TV when his foot got stuck on the cable “Rosie!” he cried “Those barbarians destroyed moi gallery, and and then, they attacked moi and hit me with ack!” He fell back upon receiving a sharpened spoon to the face.

An angered succubus with long, black hair stood over him on a risen floor; she was holding a crushed yogurt cup in her left hand. She wore a black bustier with matching underwear that was custom made to accommodate her flicking devil tail which whipped behind her in anger. The succubus walked towards Lestat, black boots with stiletto heels clicking, and pried his hand of his face. “Well, you used to be just a pretty face,” she sighed “guess that makes you useless now.” She chuckled.

Her pleasure was Lestat’s pain “Please Rosie, don’t be so cruel.” He cried with the spoon still lodged in his face “I am delicate.” He whined.

Rose rolled her eyes and yanked out the spoon, which caused another cry of pain “For God’s sake stop it with that accent, you aren’t even French.” She told him.

“Bu- but it is sehr romantisch!” he whined.

“That’s German, idiot.” She said dryly and turned away.

“Please Rosie, please heal Moi!” he pleaded and clung to her leg to keep her from leaving, he was still using the French accent.

Rose rolled her eyes and kicked him off “Fine.” She sighed. After throwing away the yogurt cup, she produced a rose with black petals and held it in her left hand and put her right hand over it. Her hair began to wave in a wind that came out of nowhere. “Spirits of the black rose: rid this foul of his wounds.” She said calmly with closed eyes. Petals swirled around Lestat and within moments he was healed “Don’t screw up again.” She told him.

“I won’t, Rosie.” He nodded appreciatively and left the room to plot his revenge.



The road had been silent since Vincent stabbed it several times, whilst telling the spirit how useless and annoying it was. This left Michael to wonder if the spirit was dead or just broken “Door!” Izazu exclaimed and rushed with Michael towards the door, excited to get off the road.

Beyond the door, there was a reservoir with small channels leading to a gigantic pool filled with water. Pipes ran up the side of the walls and into the ceiling, presumably running through all levels of the castle. There was a large boat for transportation in place of any form of walkway and they boarded it, Vincent and Diamond took the duty of rowing. The boat was about half away across the pool when fish with mouths that were lined with butcher knife teeth swam along side the boat. Vincent looked at the fish as he rowed and contemplated for a moment “Try not to kill them.” He told Diamond dryly. Mostly out of reflex, Diamond hit him in the head with her paddle. Vincent almost fell over the edge but was grabbed by Michael and Izazu, though a fish tried to get him and got away with his scabbard and sword. As the fish attempted to shake the scabbard into submission, the katana fell out and sank to the bottom. Vincent looked on at the scene in horror.

Diamond sighed “Sorry.” She said reluctantly after urging from Michael and Izazu, she looked at them to see if that was good and saw the motion for her to go on “Sorry I clocked you with the oar.” She forced out.

Vincent jumped in before anyone could stop him to retrieve his sword, He used his demon energy to kill the fish that attacked him and kept swimming down towards the bottom.

Michael watched Vincent vanish “So, is there anything below here?” he asked Diamond

“Yeah, there are caverns.” Diamond said and looked at him “You aren’t.” she knew what he was thinking by the look on his face.

“I am.” Michael responded and gripped Nirvana “Vincent saved me.” he told her, though he neglected to mention that it was because Vincent took his guns that he almost died, he figured Diamond would live without that knowledge and he jumped into the water after Vincent.

Vincent, running out of air, charged up his demonic energy in one of his hands warping it into a gauntlet. Vincent punched the ground and it sent cracks throughout the whole floor. He pulled his arm back for a second punch. Michael sank with Nirvana in its axe form and he managed to swing it and connected with the crack after Vincent’s second punch.



A strange bipedal fish creature stood guard in the caverns below, it didn’t regard the thumps as anything important, just figuring that the killer fish had caught some prey. Its attention was gained when a steady trickle of water hit the top of its head, it was getting fed up with this, like this place wasn’t wet enough already. The fish thing’s eyes widened in horror as it looked up upon realizing where the water was coming from, the crack spread all across the ceiling of the cavern.