Post by Rift on Apr 14, 2006 18:18:28 GMT -5
London, England 1:00am
The foggy night sky was turned red with fire. Screams of anguish and pain filled the air as a flood of people ran for their lives. In the distance Big Ben, long a symbol of the country exploded, a fiery sphere in its wake. Sirens were drowned out as an unearthly roar filled the night.
Inside the nearby cathedral, Father Jean-Michel attempted to silence the screaming children, reassuring them that all would be fine. He doubted his own words as the deafening roar shattered the expertly crafted stained glass above. Saying a silent prayer he barely noticed the whispered question.
“Is-is it a demon?” asked a young girl.
“What?”
“A demon. I saw it. Its red and black, it has horns and a pointed tail, like Satan himself.” She replied.
Standing he rushed to the door and opened it briefly looking across the street. Seeing the beast he nearly screamed like the children. Large and scaled, with glistening teeth the creature marched through London like nothing stood in its way, reducing the buildings, new and old to rubble. A terrible sound, like that of a massive drill echoed in his head.
The creature stopped to watch the fleeing crowds, regarding them with a strange bit of interest. Father Jean-Michel could have sworn the thing smirked for a moment, snorting in contempt. Then it released a stream of flame that engulfed the sea of bodies. Just as the stench of burning flesh began to reach his nostrils, he ran back inside to the safety of the cathedral’s inner sanctum.
“Is it a demon Father?” asked the girl yet again.
Jean-Michel just stood, mumbling a prayer and closing his eyes tight.
A boy across the room who stood on a pew and looked out a shattered window, suddenly yelled out.
“It’s a dragon! A dragon!” he yelled.
Whispers of dragons spread throughout the area from young and old alike.
“Will it kill us Father?”
Then their world faded away as flame engulfed the cathedral. Outside a loud, vicious roar was their only answer Alastor continued his rampage as London burned…
The foggy night sky was turned red with fire. Screams of anguish and pain filled the air as a flood of people ran for their lives. In the distance Big Ben, long a symbol of the country exploded, a fiery sphere in its wake. Sirens were drowned out as an unearthly roar filled the night.
Inside the nearby cathedral, Father Jean-Michel attempted to silence the screaming children, reassuring them that all would be fine. He doubted his own words as the deafening roar shattered the expertly crafted stained glass above. Saying a silent prayer he barely noticed the whispered question.
“Is-is it a demon?” asked a young girl.
“What?”
“A demon. I saw it. Its red and black, it has horns and a pointed tail, like Satan himself.” She replied.
Standing he rushed to the door and opened it briefly looking across the street. Seeing the beast he nearly screamed like the children. Large and scaled, with glistening teeth the creature marched through London like nothing stood in its way, reducing the buildings, new and old to rubble. A terrible sound, like that of a massive drill echoed in his head.
The creature stopped to watch the fleeing crowds, regarding them with a strange bit of interest. Father Jean-Michel could have sworn the thing smirked for a moment, snorting in contempt. Then it released a stream of flame that engulfed the sea of bodies. Just as the stench of burning flesh began to reach his nostrils, he ran back inside to the safety of the cathedral’s inner sanctum.
“Is it a demon Father?” asked the girl yet again.
Jean-Michel just stood, mumbling a prayer and closing his eyes tight.
A boy across the room who stood on a pew and looked out a shattered window, suddenly yelled out.
“It’s a dragon! A dragon!” he yelled.
Whispers of dragons spread throughout the area from young and old alike.
“Will it kill us Father?”
Then their world faded away as flame engulfed the cathedral. Outside a loud, vicious roar was their only answer Alastor continued his rampage as London burned…