Terrible and Sacred Dreams

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[infinity-cantos]

𝘚𝘰, 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘖𝘩, 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘐𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘏𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦'𝘴 𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘭 𝘚𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘢 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘒𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘘𝘶𝘦𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘞𝘩𝘰 𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴 𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘏𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭

𝗚𝘂𝗻𝘀 𝗔𝗸𝗶𝗺𝗯𝗼

𝗦𝗵𝗿𝗶𝗸𝗲

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗪𝗶𝗿𝗲

𝗞𝗮𝗶𝘇𝗮𝗮𝗻

ᴇxᴘʟᴏʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ: ᴀʙʟᴇɪꜱᴍ, ᴛʀᴀᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏʀ ᴘʀᴏɢʀᴇꜱꜱ, ᴛᴜʀɴɪɴɢ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ, ɴɪᴇᴛᴢꜱᴄʜᴇᴀɴ ᴍᴏʀᴀʟɪᴛʏ, ʀᴇʟɪɢɪᴏᴜꜱ ꜰᴀɴᴀᴛɪᴄɪꜱᴍ, ꜱᴇʟꜰ-ʜᴀᴛʀᴇᴅ, ᴄᴏʀʀᴜᴘᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴛᴀᴛᴇ, ᴅᴇʜᴜᴍᴀɴɪᴢᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ, ᴍᴇʀᴄʏ, ꜱᴏᴄɪᴀʟ ᴅᴀʀᴡɪɴɪꜱᴍ, ᴅᴇᴄᴀᴅᴇɴᴄᴇ, ᴅɪᴠɪɴᴇ ᴅᴇʟᴜꜱɪᴏɴꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ɪᴍᴘᴏʀᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴏꜰ ꜰᴏʀɢɪᴠᴇɴᴇꜱꜱ.

{ ѕємι-ѕєℓє¢тινє / ¢яσѕѕσνєя ƒяιєη∂ℓу }

{ яυℓєѕ } / { ρѕα }

[infinity-cantos]

@nebula-gaster / Continued from here (X)

Guns turned, rubbing her eyes before answering.

“Way back, me and Roth saved him from gangsters from Greed. Y’know, drug money and debts. Sawing off kneecaps, that kind of problem shit.”

Guns then grinned, pointing towards the opposite wall. There, in a prominent space, was a poster for Sinful Seas. It was a swashbuckling porno production. Cheap sets, bad acting and plenty of awkward sex scenes. The review taglines read “Three Stars! They waterboarded me for my review” and “A insult to bad taste” and finally, “Fuck you I hate you. Please go away."

The pirate on the poster doing an adventure pose is . . . . Roth Kruger. Yes, that is DEFINITELY ROTH KRUGER. Sure, it doesn’t say his name anywhere, but that’s him in the blue with horn intact. He goes under the name of “DICK HAMMER”, a name so cheesy and stupid, only Roth could have conjured it. Then again, it was 1980 so maybe he was onto something. Guns even laughed at the poster, snickering.

“Roth HATED this film. He destroyed every copy he came across. It’s sooooo bad.”

[infinity-cantos]

Guns grinned with pride watching Buzz access the door with ease. Roth was right- he’s smart. Now, all that remained was the back ops, scientists and security guards, two-weeks from retirement, in their way.

Entering the bunker’s interior, Guns could see a small industrial lift. Walking carefully, she leaned over the railing and saw the long way down leading to the complex underneath. Lights illuminated the way, with red and blue pipes going down and curving off into different sections of the shaft.

“Taking the lift might be risky. Then again, they didn’t have any guards here. This area must be low concern for them.”

Of course, there was the concern of security cameras and sensors. There was none in this room, but sure as Hell, they had some leading all the way down recording this section. It was time for Guns to show one of her gadgets.

“Hold on a second and watch the door. I’m gonna knock out the power.”

Heading over to a fuse breaker, she opened it and retrieved a small blue and red device from her bag. It came straight from VoxTek, something they created for operators in Hell. It saps electricity for about fifteen minutes, disrupting systems. She could have used it on the door, but that would’ve been a waste.

Placing it on the fuse breaker, the device embeds itself. Miniature claws dig into the metal, then electric shocks spread over it. Soon enough, the power fluctuates then goes dark, leaving emergency red lights on. The whole base had gone dark as well.

“Let’s move.”

[infinity-cantos]

@nebula-gaster / Continued from here (X)

Guns turned, rubbing her eyes before answering.

“Way back, me and Roth saved him from gangsters from Greed. Y’know, drug money and debts. Sawing off kneecaps, that kind of problem shit.”

Guns then grinned, pointing towards the opposite wall. There, in a prominent space, was a poster for Sinful Seas. It was a swashbuckling porno production. Cheap sets, bad acting and plenty of awkward sex scenes. The review taglines read “Three Stars! They waterboarded me for my review” and “A insult to bad taste” and finally, “Fuck you I hate you. Please go away."

The pirate on the poster doing an adventure pose is . . . . Roth Kruger. Yes, that is DEFINITELY ROTH KRUGER. Sure, it doesn’t say his name anywhere, but that’s him in the blue with horn intact. He goes under the name of “DICK HAMMER”, a name so cheesy and stupid, only Roth could have conjured it. Then again, it was 1980 so maybe he was onto something. Guns even laughed at the poster, snickering.

“Roth HATED this film. He destroyed every copy he came across. It’s sooooo bad.”

[nebula-gaster]

Buzz never realized how much he missed the mortal world until he took that first step through the portal. The stars had never been so beautiful. Taking out his phone, he snapped a few pics for memory before he turned to look at the map with Guns.

"Considering what we're about to do and how there's bound to be a shootout, I'd say it'd be safer to kill 'em all. Nobody left alive means nobody to report what happened." Buzz had never had to rescue a friend before, and even though he was still pissed at Roth for what he did, he also wanted to ensure the cabbie got home safely. Video games had trained him for situations like this: go in, kill everyone, rescue the hostage and get out. Leave no witnesses.

[infinity-cantos]

“If shit hist the fan, yes. That being said, we’re going in fucking quite. Understand?”

There was an edge of anger to her voice. It was stress, maybe even fear. They’re were risking everything by being here. Hell considered this treason. Heaven considered it grounds for war. Either way, they cannot risk capture, or failure, or discovery.

They need to sneak in. Hit hard. Then leave.

Moving through the tall grass and mesquite trees, they eventually reached Hoffman. The perimeter of the base was cleared of tress, mowed down. A barbed wire fence separated the world, wrapping around the old air base. In the distance, there was three hangers built back in the late 40s. Barracks, built not far away, with some more “modern” builds built back during The Cuban Missile Crisis. There were some newer buildings, administration and what not. But this place hasn’t seen real, military purpose since Reagan.

Now? There were rows upon rows of mothballed bombers, transports and fighter jets. Old technology once considered space age and cutting edge. Now, just rusting away and gathering dust and insects.

Guns examined the base through her binoculars. The night vision feature helped her see some points of interest.

“Our best bet is the administration building. It’s that three story office building, the one with the F4 phantom jet outside on display.”

As Guns looked, she remembered. She remembered her dad bringing her here to see the bombers. She was young then, innocent. It never occurred to her that those bombers were created to bring death on a global scale. Nuclear eschaton.

“But . . . we’ll need to find a way inside. Sneaky, y’know. I suggest we move up through the collection sight. Pass the hangers and break inside around the back.”

[nebula-gaster]

"I just need to get access to one computer. Just one... hopefully everything here's on the same network. Haven't hacked anything military in way too long." Once inside, Buzz could do a lot of damage, even more than when he was alive. Now, he could travel into the network itself, take it apart from the inside, hand-deliver viruses, worms and more, shut everything down before they knew what was happening. Before they took any extreme action, communications would have to be cut, which would be quickly discovered. Then, the killing would start.

"...I got an idea. I hope I do, anyway. Any chance the administration building has cameras on the roof that point up?" Buzz's wings started buzzing as he looked to Guns, indicating what his plan was. "Think we'd register on radar? Your call if you wanna enter through the first or third floor."

[infinity-cantos]

“I want this fucking place wrecked after we grab Roth. But first, we grab Roth.”

Guns continued surveying the airbase. She noticed patrols, blacked out SUVs that patrolled around the hangers. More were parked nearby, belonging to the same security group. Beyond the patrols and sentries, there were cameras everywhere. Sensors to detect and register any abnormal readings. If they caught Roth, then they know exactly what to look for. What to expect.

Hearing Buzz’s suggestion, Guns smiled and agreed. It was the best way to infiltrate the base after all. From there, they can survey the area better from high up.

“Good plan. I doubt they expect anyone to infiltrate that way. From there, we can see where to head next.”

[nebula-gaster]

"Excellent. Up we go."

Buzz wrapped both sets of arms around Guns' torso before lifting off, climbing to about two hundred feet above the third floor. He then quickly flew over to the administration building and carefully landed on the roof, releasing Guns and looking around. "So far, so good. Now, lemme see..."

Walking over to the edge of the roof, Buzz took a proper view of the airbase. He wondered if he should have brought binoculars; he wondered if he should have brought a dozen other different things that might only be used once. There could be no holding back when going in against the government.

The bunker. That would do. Pointing it out to Guns and once again taking her in his arms, Buzz descended very slowly from the roof of the administration building, letting her go once they touched down on the ground. From there, he dashed with Guns to the bunker, constantly looking around to see if anyone had spotted them yet. "What do you think we'll run into in there?"

[infinity-cantos]

“Nothing easy- probably military, maybe black ops. This place serves as some kind of prison- a laboratory. Whatever we find, whatever we face, we’re getting Roth out.”

Then again, that doesn’t answer it.

Guns wasn’t sure what they would find exactly down there. Knowing the feds- it wasn’t anything humane. The Feds are cruel- she knew how her father was treated. She knew it from her life on the run, on the other side of the law. Assassination, intimidation and suffocating the truth before it could become inconvenient. She only glanced at the darkness when she was alive, never knowing the full scoped of the evil.

It ran too deep for any light to pierce.

Now Roth was in that darkness, but then again he was in a darkness far before she met him.

Guns swiftly moved towards the heavy metal door that led inside the bunker. It’s protected by a keypad. For this, she deferred to Buzz for his own special expertise on the matter.

“Wanna hack it?”

[infinity-cantos]

@nebula-gaster / Continued from here (X)

Guns turned, rubbing her eyes before answering.

“Way back, me and Roth saved him from gangsters from Greed. Y’know, drug money and debts. Sawing off kneecaps, that kind of problem shit.”

Guns then grinned, pointing towards the opposite wall. There, in a prominent space, was a poster for Sinful Seas. It was a swashbuckling porno production. Cheap sets, bad acting and plenty of awkward sex scenes. The review taglines read “Three Stars! They waterboarded me for my review” and “A insult to bad taste” and finally, “Fuck you I hate you. Please go away."

The pirate on the poster doing an adventure pose is . . . . Roth Kruger. Yes, that is DEFINITELY ROTH KRUGER. Sure, it doesn’t say his name anywhere, but that’s him in the blue with horn intact. He goes under the name of “DICK HAMMER”, a name so cheesy and stupid, only Roth could have conjured it. Then again, it was 1980 so maybe he was onto something. Guns even laughed at the poster, snickering.

“Roth HATED this film. He destroyed every copy he came across. It’s sooooo bad.”

[nebula-gaster]

Buzz never realized how much he missed the mortal world until he took that first step through the portal. The stars had never been so beautiful. Taking out his phone, he snapped a few pics for memory before he turned to look at the map with Guns.

"Considering what we're about to do and how there's bound to be a shootout, I'd say it'd be safer to kill 'em all. Nobody left alive means nobody to report what happened." Buzz had never had to rescue a friend before, and even though he was still pissed at Roth for what he did, he also wanted to ensure the cabbie got home safely. Video games had trained him for situations like this: go in, kill everyone, rescue the hostage and get out. Leave no witnesses.

[infinity-cantos]

“If shit hist the fan, yes. That being said, we’re going in fucking quite. Understand?”

There was an edge of anger to her voice. It was stress, maybe even fear. They’re were risking everything by being here. Hell considered this treason. Heaven considered it grounds for war. Either way, they cannot risk capture, or failure, or discovery.

They need to sneak in. Hit hard. Then leave.

Moving through the tall grass and mesquite trees, they eventually reached Hoffman. The perimeter of the base was cleared of tress, mowed down. A barbed wire fence separated the world, wrapping around the old air base. In the distance, there was three hangers built back in the late 40s. Barracks, built not far away, with some more “modern” builds built back during The Cuban Missile Crisis. There were some newer buildings, administration and what not. But this place hasn’t seen real, military purpose since Reagan.

Now? There were rows upon rows of mothballed bombers, transports and fighter jets. Old technology once considered space age and cutting edge. Now, just rusting away and gathering dust and insects.

Guns examined the base through her binoculars. The night vision feature helped her see some points of interest.

“Our best bet is the administration building. It’s that three story office building, the one with the F4 phantom jet outside on display.”

As Guns looked, she remembered. She remembered her dad bringing her here to see the bombers. She was young then, innocent. It never occurred to her that those bombers were created to bring death on a global scale. Nuclear eschaton.

“But . . . we’ll need to find a way inside. Sneaky, y’know. I suggest we move up through the collection sight. Pass the hangers and break inside around the back.”

[nebula-gaster]

"I just need to get access to one computer. Just one... hopefully everything here's on the same network. Haven't hacked anything military in way too long." Once inside, Buzz could do a lot of damage, even more than when he was alive. Now, he could travel into the network itself, take it apart from the inside, hand-deliver viruses, worms and more, shut everything down before they knew what was happening. Before they took any extreme action, communications would have to be cut, which would be quickly discovered. Then, the killing would start.

"...I got an idea. I hope I do, anyway. Any chance the administration building has cameras on the roof that point up?" Buzz's wings started buzzing as he looked to Guns, indicating what his plan was. "Think we'd register on radar? Your call if you wanna enter through the first or third floor."

[infinity-cantos]

“I want this fucking place wrecked after we grab Roth. But first, we grab Roth.”

Guns continued surveying the airbase. She noticed patrols, blacked out SUVs that patrolled around the hangers. More were parked nearby, belonging to the same security group. Beyond the patrols and sentries, there were cameras everywhere. Sensors to detect and register any abnormal readings. If they caught Roth, then they know exactly what to look for. What to expect.

Hearing Buzz’s suggestion, Guns smiled and agreed. It was the best way to infiltrate the base after all. From there, they can survey the area better from high up.

“Good plan. I doubt they expect anyone to infiltrate that way. From there, we can see where to head next.”

[infinity-cantos]

@nebula-gaster / Continued from here (X)

Guns turned, rubbing her eyes before answering.

“Way back, me and Roth saved him from gangsters from Greed. Y’know, drug money and debts. Sawing off kneecaps, that kind of problem shit.”

Guns then grinned, pointing towards the opposite wall. There, in a prominent space, was a poster for Sinful Seas. It was a swashbuckling porno production. Cheap sets, bad acting and plenty of awkward sex scenes. The review taglines read “Three Stars! They waterboarded me for my review” and “A insult to bad taste” and finally, “Fuck you I hate you. Please go away."

The pirate on the poster doing an adventure pose is . . . . Roth Kruger. Yes, that is DEFINITELY ROTH KRUGER. Sure, it doesn’t say his name anywhere, but that’s him in the blue with horn intact. He goes under the name of “DICK HAMMER”, a name so cheesy and stupid, only Roth could have conjured it. Then again, it was 1980 so maybe he was onto something. Guns even laughed at the poster, snickering.

“Roth HATED this film. He destroyed every copy he came across. It’s sooooo bad.”

[nebula-gaster]

Buzz never realized how much he missed the mortal world until he took that first step through the portal. The stars had never been so beautiful. Taking out his phone, he snapped a few pics for memory before he turned to look at the map with Guns.

"Considering what we're about to do and how there's bound to be a shootout, I'd say it'd be safer to kill 'em all. Nobody left alive means nobody to report what happened." Buzz had never had to rescue a friend before, and even though he was still pissed at Roth for what he did, he also wanted to ensure the cabbie got home safely. Video games had trained him for situations like this: go in, kill everyone, rescue the hostage and get out. Leave no witnesses.

[infinity-cantos]

“If shit hist the fan, yes. That being said, we’re going in fucking quite. Understand?”

There was an edge of anger to her voice. It was stress, maybe even fear. They’re were risking everything by being here. Hell considered this treason. Heaven considered it grounds for war. Either way, they cannot risk capture, or failure, or discovery.

They need to sneak in. Hit hard. Then leave.

Moving through the tall grass and mesquite trees, they eventually reached Hoffman. The perimeter of the base was cleared of tress, mowed down. A barbed wire fence separated the world, wrapping around the old air base. In the distance, there was three hangers built back in the late 40s. Barracks, built not far away, with some more “modern” builds built back during The Cuban Missile Crisis. There were some newer buildings, administration and what not. But this place hasn’t seen real, military purpose since Reagan.

Now? There were rows upon rows of mothballed bombers, transports and fighter jets. Old technology once considered space age and cutting edge. Now, just rusting away and gathering dust and insects.

Guns examined the base through her binoculars. The night vision feature helped her see some points of interest.

“Our best bet is the administration building. It’s that three story office building, the one with the F4 phantom jet outside on display.”

As Guns looked, she remembered. She remembered her dad bringing her here to see the bombers. She was young then, innocent. It never occurred to her that those bombers were created to bring death on a global scale. Nuclear eschaton.

“But . . . we’ll need to find a way inside. Sneaky, y’know. I suggest we move up through the collection sight. Pass the hangers and break inside around the back.”

[infinity-cantos]

@nebula-gaster / Continued from here (X)

Guns turned, rubbing her eyes before answering.

“Way back, me and Roth saved him from gangsters from Greed. Y’know, drug money and debts. Sawing off kneecaps, that kind of problem shit.”

Guns then grinned, pointing towards the opposite wall. There, in a prominent space, was a poster for Sinful Seas. It was a swashbuckling porno production. Cheap sets, bad acting and plenty of awkward sex scenes. The review taglines read “Three Stars! They waterboarded me for my review” and “A insult to bad taste” and finally, “Fuck you I hate you. Please go away."

The pirate on the poster doing an adventure pose is . . . . Roth Kruger. Yes, that is DEFINITELY ROTH KRUGER. Sure, it doesn’t say his name anywhere, but that’s him in the blue with horn intact. He goes under the name of “DICK HAMMER”, a name so cheesy and stupid, only Roth could have conjured it. Then again, it was 1980 so maybe he was onto something. Guns even laughed at the poster, snickering.

“Roth HATED this film. He destroyed every copy he came across. It’s sooooo bad.”

[infinity-cantos]

Guns was diamond focused. Whether flesh, soul of mind, she was focused on one mission. Save Roth; get home safe. She knew Roth would not want that. To exchange one prison, for another. To return to the place he’s worked so hard to escape. It’s cruel, but necessary. If you’re drowning in the San Fransico Bay, it makes sense to swim back to Alcatraz. Right?

The fear of failure crossed her mind more than once. They could loose Roth. They could loose themselves. They could die horribly or die slowly. It’s just doubt, nothing she should obsess over. Still, it gnaws on her brain stem.

This was treason. Praxix warned them about crossing over that it was. Then again, when has the rules ever stopped her? Buzz could care less about honoring the law. Neither does Roth. Still, there’s a few crimes down here worthy of death. Obliteration. Escaping was just one crime. Now, they were ready to commit treason to save Roth. She wouldn’t have it any other way.

Pulling into a back street near Buzz’s place, Guns changed vehicles. She was inside a rigged, late 80s black sedan. The headlights shined red across the trash strewn alleyway. Texting Buzz, Guns told him where to find her.

As she sat there, her eyes wandered. She was of course looking for anything or anyone suspicious. She’s been having the awful feeling of being watched. It was the sensation of having someone over your shoulder.

Gripping the wheel, she was growing slightly impatient. Glancing up, she nearly jumped out of her seat. She saw him. Tattered robes, pallid mask, just sitting there silently. It scared her.

Turning around, she saw nobody was there. She even looked further back, checking outside. Nobody. Her heart races, as she calms herself down. She’s just nervous, that’s all. Just nervous.   

[nebula-gaster]

Flying high above the city, Buzz quickly located Guns' vehicle and shot down to meet her. He landed right next to the driver's seat, knocked on the window to let her know he was there, then crawled over the sedan to the other side to get in the passenger's seat.

"Hey. Ready now." All of Buzz's hands were rapidly spinning on their wrists, and his wings would be buzzing if they weren't pinned against a car seat. He wasn't nervous, but eager. He was about to embark on what would undoubtedly be a massacre to rescue one of his closest friends, after which he would beat Roth within an inch of his life for his treachery.

Normal friend things.

[infinity-cantos]

At first, she was tempted to ask Buzz. To tell him about the man, about the masked stranger. Yet, she relents. She buries the fear and wears an eager smile.

“Let’s go, then.”

Soon, Guns peeled out from the alleyway and onto the street. The black sedan drove hard and fast, threading in and out of traffic. Guns put on the radio, flipping through the channels as she drove. Among the regular garble, there was brief news about Vox’s grand event. It was big news they were going to miss. So be it, she couldn’t exactly stand him back then.

Taking the overpass, they saw Pentagram City all light up in the distance. Neon so bright, you forget how the whole city was crumbling underneath.

Finally, they reached the bowery district. Old industry rusted away, dead and cold from years of neglect. They used to make steel here. Finally, they entered a warehouse. Inside was Praxix. The Incubus was alone, dressed in his fine clothes. Silk and fine cotton, black with grey and red designs on his shirt and tie. He was trying to look covert.

Pulling up, Guns got out first.

“We’re ready Praxix, are you?”

The Incubus nodded, “Yeah, ready. I made sure to follow your directions to the letter.”

Praxix made sure he wasn’t followed. He took three separate busses out here. Plus, he rode the L-Train, which was as frighting as they described.

“Look, I’m crossing over. I operate the Asmodean crystal, nobody else touches it. Not you, not him either.”

[nebula-gaster]

Buzz's breath hitched as they entered the bowery district; all his hands instantly stopped their rapid rotation on their wrists as he looked out the window. His eyes darted all around from one building to the next, as though looking for one in particular, but eventually he calmed down. Pulling the hood of his jacket up over his head, he settled back into his seat and waited for their destination.

He stepped out after Guns and leaned against the sedan as she spoke with Praxix, hands stuffed in his pockets. "I'm ready. I'll be sure to tell Roth what you did today, Praxix." The guy was going through a lot to make sure Guns and Buzz could get to the surface; he deserved some credit.

[infinity-cantos]

“ . .  Just get him back, okay.”

Praxix blinked, grinning wearily as he brought out the crystal. It was a jewel of amber, neatly carved and adorned with gold and even ivory.

With one smooth and fluid motion, he activated the crystal. His hands summoned the portal, which opened from nowhere leading to somewhere. Akimbo stood amazed, watching as the portal opened to Texas. It was a wooden area, full of low hanging mesquite trees and cacti. She felt a cool, night breeze that touched her face. She barely remembers how that feels. How that world felt.

Soon, she takes a deep breath and steps over. It felt like static, it tingled. Soon, she was on the other side. Looking up, she sees stars across the night sky. It was beautiful. Praxix followed over, watching where he steps.

Guns retrieved a map, looking it over with a red-lenses flashlight.

“We should be just outside Hoffman. I know the main entrance will be guarded, but being this place is mostly deactivated and used to store mothballed aircraft, we could infiltrate unnoticed. Until the shooting starts, that is.”

[infinity-cantos]

"Can you come to my chateau?" (for the wire)

“Why?”

The Wire asked, as his pinprick eyes stared with curiosity.

It seemed personal to be invited to Vox’s private residence. Without a doubt, it would just be more business. More necks to strangle.

A thought entered his mind of fear. A small, growing paranoia about being disposed of. After all, there was a media storm around his handiwork.

“What for? Do you have more work for me?”

The Wire asked as he moved around Vox. The way he glides, moving like a shadow, was so eerie. So disconcerting to watch.

[tyrantofjinn]

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗻 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝗻 𝗪𝗵𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗗𝘂𝗸𝗲 𝗧𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀' 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀 𝗛𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗲, 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹 𝗺𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗦𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗳𝗳 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗕𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱, 𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗱𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗰𝗲𝗮𝗻, 𝗹𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝗺𝘆 𝗰𝗶𝗿𝗰𝗹𝗲 𝗛𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗺 𝗜, 𝗳𝗹𝗮𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗻𝗼 𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗧𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗺, 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗰𝗲𝗮𝗻 𝗛𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗲, 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹 𝗺𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗙𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗞𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗼 𝗠𝗮𝗹𝗸𝘂𝘁𝗵 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂, 𝗱𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗮 𝗱𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗻 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻

{ 𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐞 - 𝐒𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐬 }

{ 𝐃𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜 𝐓𝐲𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭, 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐝 }

𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅: 𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐦, 𝐃𝐞𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐖𝐚𝐫, 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐚𝐬𝐭, 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐏𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫, 𝐄𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐆𝐫𝐮𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐬, 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐢𝐚, 𝐎𝐮𝐭𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐎𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐎𝐟𝐟𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐖𝐚𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐄𝐧𝐝, 𝐈𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐦, 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐇𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐝.

{ 𝐒𝐞𝐦𝐢-𝐒𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 / 𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝𝐥𝐲 }

{ 𝐁𝐢𝐨. } / { 𝐏𝐒𝐀. } / { 𝐑𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬. }

[infinity-cantos]

@nebula-gaster / Continued from here (X)

Guns turned, rubbing her eyes before answering.

“Way back, me and Roth saved him from gangsters from Greed. Y’know, drug money and debts. Sawing off kneecaps, that kind of problem shit.”

Guns then grinned, pointing towards the opposite wall. There, in a prominent space, was a poster for Sinful Seas. It was a swashbuckling porno production. Cheap sets, bad acting and plenty of awkward sex scenes. The review taglines read “Three Stars! They waterboarded me for my review” and “A insult to bad taste” and finally, “Fuck you I hate you. Please go away."

The pirate on the poster doing an adventure pose is . . . . Roth Kruger. Yes, that is DEFINITELY ROTH KRUGER. Sure, it doesn’t say his name anywhere, but that’s him in the blue with horn intact. He goes under the name of “DICK HAMMER”, a name so cheesy and stupid, only Roth could have conjured it. Then again, it was 1980 so maybe he was onto something. Guns even laughed at the poster, snickering.

“Roth HATED this film. He destroyed every copy he came across. It’s sooooo bad.”

[infinity-cantos]

Guns was diamond focused. Whether flesh, soul of mind, she was focused on one mission. Save Roth; get home safe. She knew Roth would not want that. To exchange one prison, for another. To return to the place he’s worked so hard to escape. It’s cruel, but necessary. If you’re drowning in the San Fransico Bay, it makes sense to swim back to Alcatraz. Right?

The fear of failure crossed her mind more than once. They could loose Roth. They could loose themselves. They could die horribly or die slowly. It’s just doubt, nothing she should obsess over. Still, it gnaws on her brain stem.

This was treason. Praxix warned them about crossing over that it was. Then again, when has the rules ever stopped her? Buzz could care less about honoring the law. Neither does Roth. Still, there’s a few crimes down here worthy of death. Obliteration. Escaping was just one crime. Now, they were ready to commit treason to save Roth. She wouldn’t have it any other way.

Pulling into a back street near Buzz’s place, Guns changed vehicles. She was inside a rigged, late 80s black sedan. The headlights shined red across the trash strewn alleyway. Texting Buzz, Guns told him where to find her.

As she sat there, her eyes wandered. She was of course looking for anything or anyone suspicious. She’s been having the awful feeling of being watched. It was the sensation of having someone over your shoulder.

Gripping the wheel, she was growing slightly impatient. Glancing up, she nearly jumped out of her seat. She saw him. Tattered robes, pallid mask, just sitting there silently. It scared her.

Turning around, she saw nobody was there. She even looked further back, checking outside. Nobody. Her heart races, as she calms herself down. She’s just nervous, that’s all. Just nervous.   

[nebula-gaster]

Flying high above the city, Buzz quickly located Guns' vehicle and shot down to meet her. He landed right next to the driver's seat, knocked on the window to let her know he was there, then crawled over the sedan to the other side to get in the passenger's seat.

"Hey. Ready now." All of Buzz's hands were rapidly spinning on their wrists, and his wings would be buzzing if they weren't pinned against a car seat. He wasn't nervous, but eager. He was about to embark on what would undoubtedly be a massacre to rescue one of his closest friends, after which he would beat Roth within an inch of his life for his treachery.

Normal friend things.

[infinity-cantos]

At first, she was tempted to ask Buzz. To tell him about the man, about the masked stranger. Yet, she relents. She buries the fear and wears an eager smile.

“Let’s go, then.”

Soon, Guns peeled out from the alleyway and onto the street. The black sedan drove hard and fast, threading in and out of traffic. Guns put on the radio, flipping through the channels as she drove. Among the regular garble, there was brief news about Vox’s grand event. It was big news they were going to miss. So be it, she couldn’t exactly stand him back then.

Taking the overpass, they saw Pentagram City all light up in the distance. Neon so bright, you forget how the whole city was crumbling underneath.

Finally, they reached the bowery district. Old industry rusted away, dead and cold from years of neglect. They used to make steel here. Finally, they entered a warehouse. Inside was Praxix. The Incubus was alone, dressed in his fine clothes. Silk and fine cotton, black with grey and red designs on his shirt and tie. He was trying to look covert.

Pulling up, Guns got out first.

“We’re ready Praxix, are you?”

The Incubus nodded, “Yeah, ready. I made sure to follow your directions to the letter.”

Praxix made sure he wasn’t followed. He took three separate busses out here. Plus, he rode the L-Train, which was as frighting as they described.

“Look, I’m crossing over. I operate the Asmodean crystal, nobody else touches it. Not you, not him either.”

[infinity-cantos]

@nebula-gaster / Continued from here (X)

Guns turned, rubbing her eyes before answering.

“Way back, me and Roth saved him from gangsters from Greed. Y’know, drug money and debts. Sawing off kneecaps, that kind of problem shit.”

Guns then grinned, pointing towards the opposite wall. There, in a prominent space, was a poster for Sinful Seas. It was a swashbuckling porno production. Cheap sets, bad acting and plenty of awkward sex scenes. The review taglines read “Three Stars! They waterboarded me for my review” and “A insult to bad taste” and finally, “Fuck you I hate you. Please go away."

The pirate on the poster doing an adventure pose is . . . . Roth Kruger. Yes, that is DEFINITELY ROTH KRUGER. Sure, it doesn’t say his name anywhere, but that’s him in the blue with horn intact. He goes under the name of “DICK HAMMER”, a name so cheesy and stupid, only Roth could have conjured it. Then again, it was 1980 so maybe he was onto something. Guns even laughed at the poster, snickering.

“Roth HATED this film. He destroyed every copy he came across. It’s sooooo bad.”

[infinity-cantos]

Guns was diamond focused. Whether flesh, soul of mind, she was focused on one mission. Save Roth; get home safe. She knew Roth would not want that. To exchange one prison, for another. To return to the place he’s worked so hard to escape. It’s cruel, but necessary. If you’re drowning in the San Fransico Bay, it makes sense to swim back to Alcatraz. Right?

The fear of failure crossed her mind more than once. They could loose Roth. They could loose themselves. They could die horribly or die slowly. It’s just doubt, nothing she should obsess over. Still, it gnaws on her brain stem.

This was treason. Praxix warned them about crossing over that it was. Then again, when has the rules ever stopped her? Buzz could care less about honoring the law. Neither does Roth. Still, there’s a few crimes down here worthy of death. Obliteration. Escaping was just one crime. Now, they were ready to commit treason to save Roth. She wouldn’t have it any other way.

Pulling into a back street near Buzz’s place, Guns changed vehicles. She was inside a rigged, late 80s black sedan. The headlights shined red across the trash strewn alleyway. Texting Buzz, Guns told him where to find her.

As she sat there, her eyes wandered. She was of course looking for anything or anyone suspicious. She’s been having the awful feeling of being watched. It was the sensation of having someone over your shoulder.

Gripping the wheel, she was growing slightly impatient. Glancing up, she nearly jumped out of her seat. She saw him. Tattered robes, pallid mask, just sitting there silently. It scared her.

Turning around, she saw nobody was there. She even looked further back, checking outside. Nobody. Her heart races, as she calms herself down. She’s just nervous, that’s all. Just nervous.   

[infinity-cantos]

@nebula-gaster / Continued from here (X)

Guns turned, rubbing her eyes before answering.

“Way back, me and Roth saved him from gangsters from Greed. Y’know, drug money and debts. Sawing off kneecaps, that kind of problem shit.”

Guns then grinned, pointing towards the opposite wall. There, in a prominent space, was a poster for Sinful Seas. It was a swashbuckling porno production. Cheap sets, bad acting and plenty of awkward sex scenes. The review taglines read “Three Stars! They waterboarded me for my review” and “A insult to bad taste” and finally, “Fuck you I hate you. Please go away."

The pirate on the poster doing an adventure pose is . . . . Roth Kruger. Yes, that is DEFINITELY ROTH KRUGER. Sure, it doesn’t say his name anywhere, but that’s him in the blue with horn intact. He goes under the name of “DICK HAMMER”, a name so cheesy and stupid, only Roth could have conjured it. Then again, it was 1980 so maybe he was onto something. Guns even laughed at the poster, snickering.

“Roth HATED this film. He destroyed every copy he came across. It’s sooooo bad.”

[nebula-gaster]

The feeling of unease did not leave Buzz when he entered; it felt like he was walking back in time with how bare the place was. Where was... everything? How long had Guns been living like this? Roth was a loser and even he lived better than this. It made Buzz feel sorry for Guns, wondering why she chose to live in such an empty home.

When the weapons room was revealed, feelings of sorrow were replaced with excitement. "SHOTGUN!" The hornet yelled as he buzzed in, looking for where the shotguns were kept. There was a brief moment of clarity that got past the adrenaline where he debated whether to get full-auto or semi, deciding on the latter because if he needed a full-auto anything, it wasn't a shotgun.

A SPAS-12 was swiftly located and snatched up by Buzz. "Bitchass! Now I just need some bandoliers for shells and a pair of silencers for my Hardballers and I'm good to go!"

[infinity-cantos]

“To your left, top bottom drawer.”

Guns said, as she goes to get equipped for the mission. She grabbed a STYER AUG, along with several drag grenades and flashbangs. Grabbing a vest, she donned it and started securing other equipment. She even grabbed two stainless steel desert eagles.

“Okay, we go in, we get Roth then we get the fuck out of dodge. Maybe, cause some pain along the way.”

Guns spoke, as she imagines the mission ahead of them. This was no episode of The A-Team, this was going to be extra dangerous. Whoever holds Roth captured, has experience dealing with demons. That scratched the back of her skull more than once.

[nebula-gaster]

For the first few years of Buzz's damnation, he'd been adamant about staying out of conflict, preferring cyber-warfare to physical combat. Now, he was glad to be participating in what would hopefully be a very bloody massacre of G-men while rescuing his friend.

Grabbing what he needed, Buzz fitted the silencers to his pistols, wrapped the bandoliers around himself, and stuffed his pockets with extra ammo. "Alright, I'm loaded up 'n ready to go. We doin' this?"

[infinity-cantos]

Suited up, Guns turned to Buzz and nodded. Armed for bear, they were ready for the fight. This rescue was threading danger close for their eternal souls. If Hell found out it meant something very, very painful.

That’s why this mission needed to be perfect. Just one mistake could cost them their lives. Or worse, get themselves captured by whoever has Roth.

“Grab the shit, we’ll meet up with Praxix.”

Guns moved with her gear to outside. Loading it, she pondered to herself silently. She  . . . felt scared. It was something that was growing inside her ever since Roth vanished, maybe even before that. There was that dream she had with her father, with Buzz and Roth being dead. The Yellow King embracing her with open, outstretched arms of rotting flesh.

A part of her wanted to tell Buzz, but she was hesitant. Maybe, she wanted his trust to stay with her. Then again, she was never one to show weakness. She could have a gaping wound in her stomach, and she’ll be right as rain, still.

[infinity-cantos]

@nebula-gaster / Continued from here (X)

Guns turned, rubbing her eyes before answering.

“Way back, me and Roth saved him from gangsters from Greed. Y’know, drug money and debts. Sawing off kneecaps, that kind of problem shit.”

Guns then grinned, pointing towards the opposite wall. There, in a prominent space, was a poster for Sinful Seas. It was a swashbuckling porno production. Cheap sets, bad acting and plenty of awkward sex scenes. The review taglines read “Three Stars! They waterboarded me for my review” and “A insult to bad taste” and finally, “Fuck you I hate you. Please go away."

The pirate on the poster doing an adventure pose is . . . . Roth Kruger. Yes, that is DEFINITELY ROTH KRUGER. Sure, it doesn’t say his name anywhere, but that’s him in the blue with horn intact. He goes under the name of “DICK HAMMER”, a name so cheesy and stupid, only Roth could have conjured it. Then again, it was 1980 so maybe he was onto something. Guns even laughed at the poster, snickering.

“Roth HATED this film. He destroyed every copy he came across. It’s sooooo bad.”

[nebula-gaster]

The feeling of unease did not leave Buzz when he entered; it felt like he was walking back in time with how bare the place was. Where was... everything? How long had Guns been living like this? Roth was a loser and even he lived better than this. It made Buzz feel sorry for Guns, wondering why she chose to live in such an empty home.

When the weapons room was revealed, feelings of sorrow were replaced with excitement. "SHOTGUN!" The hornet yelled as he buzzed in, looking for where the shotguns were kept. There was a brief moment of clarity that got past the adrenaline where he debated whether to get full-auto or semi, deciding on the latter because if he needed a full-auto anything, it wasn't a shotgun.

A SPAS-12 was swiftly located and snatched up by Buzz. "Bitchass! Now I just need some bandoliers for shells and a pair of silencers for my Hardballers and I'm good to go!"

[infinity-cantos]

“To your left, top bottom drawer.”

Guns said, as she goes to get equipped for the mission. She grabbed a STYER AUG, along with several drag grenades and flashbangs. Grabbing a vest, she donned it and started securing other equipment. She even grabbed two stainless steel desert eagles.

“Okay, we go in, we get Roth then we get the fuck out of dodge. Maybe, cause some pain along the way.”

Guns spoke, as she imagines the mission ahead of them. This was no episode of The A-Team, this was going to be extra dangerous. Whoever holds Roth captured, has experience dealing with demons. That scratched the back of her skull more than once.

[infinity-cantos]

@nebula-gaster / Continued from here (X)

Guns turned, rubbing her eyes before answering.

“Way back, me and Roth saved him from gangsters from Greed. Y’know, drug money and debts. Sawing off kneecaps, that kind of problem shit.”

Guns then grinned, pointing towards the opposite wall. There, in a prominent space, was a poster for Sinful Seas. It was a swashbuckling porno production. Cheap sets, bad acting and plenty of awkward sex scenes. The review taglines read “Three Stars! They waterboarded me for my review” and “A insult to bad taste” and finally, “Fuck you I hate you. Please go away."

The pirate on the poster doing an adventure pose is . . . . Roth Kruger. Yes, that is DEFINITELY ROTH KRUGER. Sure, it doesn’t say his name anywhere, but that’s him in the blue with horn intact. He goes under the name of “DICK HAMMER”, a name so cheesy and stupid, only Roth could have conjured it. Then again, it was 1980 so maybe he was onto something. Guns even laughed at the poster, snickering.

“Roth HATED this film. He destroyed every copy he came across. It’s sooooo bad.”

[nebula-gaster]

Buzz turned around, looked at the poster, and completely lost his shit. In seconds, the hornet was on the ground howling with laughter at the ridiculous 80's porn movie poster. This, he'd have to save for a special moment to spring on the cabbie. He would never let Roth live down "Dick Hammer".

It took several minutes for him to calm down, and when he did, he snapped a photo of the poster on his phone. "Alright, got that out of me. Now, we still need weapons, Guns, or rather, I need weapons. Automatic shotgun is a must. Also silencers for my pistols, at some point."

[infinity-cantos]

“Done and done. We just gotta swing by my-”

Guns answered, while something caught her eye by the window. She spun, turning around just to see nothing. She thought she saw something. She swore she saw something. A face- pale as porcelain. It dissolved like some waking dream. Suddenly, she felt uneasy.

Shaking the feeling, Praxix retrieved something. It was a folded piece of paper, with very important information.

“Keep this, it has info. Where to meet me and what route to take. Burn it, after you’re done. Or . . . I don’t know, eat it maybe.”

[nebula-gaster]

Buzz grabbed the paper as a horrible shiver suddenly went down his spine. Something didn't feel right... were they followed down here? He looked around but didn't see anything out of the ordinary. His antennae twitched as he turned to Guns.

"Alright, next stop, your place. Bet you got a fuckton of guns, huh? I wanna see your collection. C'mon, let's get outta here." The hornet's wings were buzzing now, slowly lifting him off the ground as his lower hands spun on their wrists, telltale signs of his nervousness.

[infinity-cantos]

Now driving, they were cruising on the overpass leading out of Lust. The windshield wipers were going on max, fighting the downpour. Akimbo’s eyes stared ahead, pondering with dread.

This was the third time she was unsure about herself. Unsure about their mission, unsure about Roth. He was alive, they knew that much about his situation.

Yet, it was just everything surrounding this problem. Roth, Carcosa and The Yellow King. Was Roth facing all that for so many years?

Finally, they were back in Pride. Guns lived further out from Pentagram City, close to some large lake formed when Lucifer came down as lighting after The Fall. The lake was vast, dark and strangely peaceful.

Akimbo’s place was nice enough. It was two stories, painted white all around. There was a front porch, which had some chairs and a swing. There were trees, blood oaks, that dotted the property. Guns pulled up, unbuckling her seat belt.

“This is my place. I bought it after getting established down here.”

[nebula-gaster]

It felt good to be back in Pride, but Buzz still couldn't shake the feeling that something was following them. Whatever it was, it surely wouldn't follow them out of Hell, would it? Buzz would feel more comfortable once he was well-armed with Overlord weaponry. He'd kill anything that tried to get in his way.

"Bitchin'. Let's get loaded up and drag that drowned rat back to Hell." The hornet dashed out of the car to the front door, impatiently tapping his foot as he waited for Guns. Tucking his lower arms into his hoodie, he anxiously gripped the pistols hidden within; they used to be all he'd felt he'd ever need, but in the presence of an arms dealer like Guns and her home, Buzz felt dangerously underequipped.

[infinity-cantos]

Entering the home, everything seemed normal- sparse even. Like Roth, she was behind the times, analog even. Yet, everything was spartan. A placeholder, of sorts.

This place was not a home. Guns doesn’t live here, she sleeps here. She waits for the next job here; she receives her calls here. Her home wasn't here, or anywhere. It was nowhere.

“C’mon, follow me.”

Heading over towards a wall, Guns pressed a secret switch. The wall opened up, revealing a gun room on the other side. Inside, wall to wall, were guns and more guns. All kinds of weapons, assault rifles, battle rifles, machine guns and heavy grenade launchers. RPGs and even a vintage WW2 flamethrower from The Pacific War.

“Make your pick, I recommend some of the gear from TMV industries. Quality work.”

[talesfromthecrypts]

David Cronenberg as Dr. Phillip K. Decker in Nightbreed (1990)

[raspberrydee]

david cronenberg in nightbreed… oh my GOD?? 🥵

[infinity-cantos]

@nebula-gaster / Continued from here (X)

Guns turned, rubbing her eyes before answering.

“Way back, me and Roth saved him from gangsters from Greed. Y’know, drug money and debts. Sawing off kneecaps, that kind of problem shit.”

Guns then grinned, pointing towards the opposite wall. There, in a prominent space, was a poster for Sinful Seas. It was a swashbuckling porno production. Cheap sets, bad acting and plenty of awkward sex scenes. The review taglines read “Three Stars! They waterboarded me for my review” and “A insult to bad taste” and finally, “Fuck you I hate you. Please go away."

The pirate on the poster doing an adventure pose is . . . . Roth Kruger. Yes, that is DEFINITELY ROTH KRUGER. Sure, it doesn’t say his name anywhere, but that’s him in the blue with horn intact. He goes under the name of “DICK HAMMER”, a name so cheesy and stupid, only Roth could have conjured it. Then again, it was 1980 so maybe he was onto something. Guns even laughed at the poster, snickering.

“Roth HATED this film. He destroyed every copy he came across. It’s sooooo bad.”

[nebula-gaster]

Buzz turned around, looked at the poster, and completely lost his shit. In seconds, the hornet was on the ground howling with laughter at the ridiculous 80's porn movie poster. This, he'd have to save for a special moment to spring on the cabbie. He would never let Roth live down "Dick Hammer".

It took several minutes for him to calm down, and when he did, he snapped a photo of the poster on his phone. "Alright, got that out of me. Now, we still need weapons, Guns, or rather, I need weapons. Automatic shotgun is a must. Also silencers for my pistols, at some point."

[infinity-cantos]

“Done and done. We just gotta swing by my-”

Guns answered, while something caught her eye by the window. She spun, turning around just to see nothing. She thought she saw something. She swore she saw something. A face- pale as porcelain. It dissolved like some waking dream. Suddenly, she felt uneasy.

Shaking the feeling, Praxix retrieved something. It was a folded piece of paper, with very important information.

“Keep this, it has info. Where to meet me and what route to take. Burn it, after you’re done. Or . . . I don’t know, eat it maybe.”

[nebula-gaster]

Buzz grabbed the paper as a horrible shiver suddenly went down his spine. Something didn't feel right... were they followed down here? He looked around but didn't see anything out of the ordinary. His antennae twitched as he turned to Guns.

"Alright, next stop, your place. Bet you got a fuckton of guns, huh? I wanna see your collection. C'mon, let's get outta here." The hornet's wings were buzzing now, slowly lifting him off the ground as his lower hands spun on their wrists, telltale signs of his nervousness.

[infinity-cantos]

Now driving, they were cruising on the overpass leading out of Lust. The windshield wipers were going on max, fighting the downpour. Akimbo’s eyes stared ahead, pondering with dread.

This was the third time she was unsure about herself. Unsure about their mission, unsure about Roth. He was alive, they knew that much about his situation.

Yet, it was just everything surrounding this problem. Roth, Carcosa and The Yellow King. Was Roth facing all that for so many years?

Finally, they were back in Pride. Guns lived further out from Pentagram City, close to some large lake formed when Lucifer came down as lighting after The Fall. The lake was vast, dark and strangely peaceful.

Akimbo’s place was nice enough. It was two stories, painted white all around. There was a front porch, which had some chairs and a swing. There were trees, blood oaks, that dotted the property. Guns pulled up, unbuckling her seat belt.

“This is my place. I bought it after getting established down here.”

[infinity-cantos]

@nebula-gaster / Continued from here (X)

Guns turned, rubbing her eyes before answering.

“Way back, me and Roth saved him from gangsters from Greed. Y’know, drug money and debts. Sawing off kneecaps, that kind of problem shit.”

Guns then grinned, pointing towards the opposite wall. There, in a prominent space, was a poster for Sinful Seas. It was a swashbuckling porno production. Cheap sets, bad acting and plenty of awkward sex scenes. The review taglines read “Three Stars! They waterboarded me for my review” and “A insult to bad taste” and finally, “Fuck you I hate you. Please go away."

The pirate on the poster doing an adventure pose is . . . . Roth Kruger. Yes, that is DEFINITELY ROTH KRUGER. Sure, it doesn’t say his name anywhere, but that’s him in the blue with horn intact. He goes under the name of “DICK HAMMER”, a name so cheesy and stupid, only Roth could have conjured it. Then again, it was 1980 so maybe he was onto something. Guns even laughed at the poster, snickering.

“Roth HATED this film. He destroyed every copy he came across. It’s sooooo bad.”

[nebula-gaster]

Buzz turned around, looked at the poster, and completely lost his shit. In seconds, the hornet was on the ground howling with laughter at the ridiculous 80's porn movie poster. This, he'd have to save for a special moment to spring on the cabbie. He would never let Roth live down "Dick Hammer".

It took several minutes for him to calm down, and when he did, he snapped a photo of the poster on his phone. "Alright, got that out of me. Now, we still need weapons, Guns, or rather, I need weapons. Automatic shotgun is a must. Also silencers for my pistols, at some point."

[infinity-cantos]

“Done and done. We just gotta swing by my-”

Guns answered, while something caught her eye by the window. She spun, turning around just to see nothing. She thought she saw something. She swore she saw something. A face- pale as porcelain. It dissolved like some waking dream. Suddenly, she felt uneasy.

Shaking the feeling, Praxix retrieved something. It was a folded piece of paper, with very important information.

“Keep this, it has info. Where to meet me and what route to take. Burn it, after you’re done. Or . . . I don’t know, eat it maybe.”