Why Grandma, What Big Teeth You Have
Summer 2021, Week 2
Friday midday
Alekto Starr's Apartment, Victoria Field
Alekto Starr
After a lengthy shopping spree, the morning immediately following her meeting with Dallas Lock, Alekto collapsed back in a heap atop one of her plush recliners as she looked upon the spoils of a kingdom in the making. The shabby walls with cracked paint decorated by a number of shelves dotted with books, knickknacks, and even a lengthy plasma screen that sat above the mantle within the densely packed living room. Propping her chin up with a palm, she drummed her fingers idly along her cheek while she lifted the folder of contacts into her view. Scanning each of the faces, she took a moment to get accustomed with the prices tied to them and their occupations before tossing aside the many dossiers onto her coffee where the pictures fanned out in a haphazard spiral over its lacquered surface. "Cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war," she cooed to herself idly, that particular line remaining embedded within the back of her brain since she'd first red it all those years ago. A furious call to arms and one Alekto knew would befall her soon enough. Am I the one crying out or am I the dog? She wondered as she cracked her knuckles, I won't be anyone's dog no matter how much they pay me. The devil girl answered to herself amid the cracking and snapping of bone, her focus turning inward as she dredged up the latent power she'd called upon time and time again. It was an ancient and terrifying thing, a sensation that crept along her skin and rooted itself within the sinew binding her body together. It was in her blood and made it boil like brimstone and stain her senses with sulfur. It was the manifestation of Hell, and she was its wielder—its master—and with it she'd brand her name upon this city so far from her home. And it’s only the beginning. Her fingers outstretched as the familiar pull of her otherworldly creation pulled more and more energy from her, the wish of what she desired fueling the disaster of its construction as before her eyes black and red crystalline-like material began to rip through reality heralded by a series of muted screams and blazing black soulfire dogging their every movement. Yet they did not tumble, instead they held aloft within the air more and more of it pouring forth from that tear in reality to begin piecing together an abominable weapon to bring low her enemies in times of strife. A weapon to surpass all others she'd made so far, and one that'd serve as the cornerstone to her arsenal for her time to come. More, she wished, more. Sweat began to bead along her red skin as her desires intermingled with the fabric of the Hellstone knitting itself together and fusing at her behest. The unruly material fighting against her will but bending as she forced her presence forward, fingers brushing over the stone as it collided, clicked, and smashed together into shape. Ash, dust, and the rapidly dissipating essence of souls that clung to the material whipped throughout the room before vanishing in inconsequential embers. Her muscles began to scream as if her hands alone were holding the shape of her newest creation despite having only made the scarcest contact with the Hellstone before her. The effort required was monumental, but it was with boiling hate she trudged onward into the oblivion of her own making. Time lost its meaning to her during this process as she sat, perched at the edge of her seat and manipulating the Hellstone into a shape of her choosing. A shape to wage war, a shape to cement her legacy, and a shape suited for a ruler with an iron fist. One final crack ripped through the entirety of her apartment as the strange amalgamation of fire and stone fell into her outstretched hands, its weight practically insignificant to her as she examined it in its entirety. "Fuck yeah," Alekto's lips peeled back into a wild grin at the sight of her creation despite the exhaustion biting at the edges of her mind. The day was still young and there was still much that the devil girl knew she had to do. Sitting the massive weapon aside she began to focus again that familiar feeling of boiling blood once again emboldening her as she began to pour her heart forward to usher in a number of anomalous objects and weapons one after another until she'd exhaust her resources for the day all for the sake of being ready for whatever might get in her way next. I'll show this city true hell.[Type 1: Strenuous Action x1, Normal Action x3, Minor Action x1 (-25 EP)]
[Type 2: Normal Action x5 (-15 EP)]
Type
Record, Historical
Medium
Digital Recording, Text
Authoring Date
July 2, 2021
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