@cyfre / SPEAK NO MORE
THE CONCERT OF THE NIGHT WAS OFF-KEYS. Its children defied their master to heed the call of another, sweeping away anything in their path. The Lord of vampires chased a special fiend through the clockwork-style ward, bounding from roof to roof, across roads and deeper into the chasm. This was the furthest from the ocean from where they poured in to claim the land. The location was already infested with spectres, doors and windows of the population were shut tight and screams spilled into earshot from higher and lower levels. The extermination he desired was to fulfill itself, it seemed.
( But not so fast. )
He lost track of his prey, casting short and wary glances around. Gears turned and steps echoed over the metallic ground. Someone else was here, and their doing, a defeated shambler, slid right before his boots. They meet again.
“SPEAKER.”