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[Charon] “Order me again and the River Styx shall take you, youngling! My beloved is starving for souls such as yours... ”
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    Death Walks Among Them!
    The Spectator of Darkness! - #3

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    The Streets
    Soldier beckoned Sour to follow, offering his hand. The child, eyes wide and smiling, nodded. She looked at her hands, covered in candy, and back at the soldier; she would drop it for nobody. Regardless, Sour followed the solider, happily eating the candy to a happy humming tune. Was she really a hostage?

    Soon, they would be in the Agora, Sour followed happily. Perhaps too happy. Wa sshe serious about being a hostage? Was there something more sinister at bay? Or was this the child’s way of coping with the darkness she was forced to walk through?


    Amphitheater

    Doors became ajar and the many flooded in with excitement. The amphitheater was the stage for the automatons; the main attraction had come. La Spada seemed to part the waves of people, for an unnerving chill accompanied her, one not of this world.

    Soldiers filled the theater, not escaping the mind eye of the Grim. She seemed undeterred, simply walking in, puffing her cigar as she spoke, her walk slow, singular, and deliberate.

    La Spada walked towards the walls. She propped up her left foot on the wall, showing for a second the boney leg within. The crackling of ice swept below the sounds of the many. In an astonishing view, the cloaked figure walked upright up the wall. All the way up to the ceiling. The Grim hung from the ceiling upside down, frozen by the feet, gravity not forcing the cloak down. All that could be seen were those yellow slit eyes fixated on the stage.

    An entrance not one of stealth. People likely though the cloak was part of the performance. An unnerving confidence as to make La Spada the focal. Yet, she showed no signs of hostility, no sign of interrupting the event. A “good guest”. What they didn’t know was that ‘Death Walks Amongst Them!”


    Volcanic Forge

    The ferry man’s boat emerged from the horizon. It had long left the bay, approaching the Volcanic mountain from behind. The acropolis stood at its highest peak, and the rushing waters were braved by the ferryman boat. It held two shadows, one with a scythe shining in the light.

    The boat docked. The two figures looked up at the mountain, at the impressive peak; they had work to get to the forge.

    [Zalera] “At full speed, we should be near when the signal comes. Let’s make haste.”
    There was a distinct reaction. A blade tearing through the earth echoed. The bladed scythe was brought abruptly towards Zalera. The tip of the scythe blade stopped an inch from his throat.
    [Charon] “Order me again and the River Styx shall take you, youngling! My beloved is starving for souls such as yours... ”
    The hatted man moved not an inch, his heart pumping rapidly. For fear or excitement, it would be anyone’s guess. Charon suddenly cackled, withdrawing the scythe and turning towards the many coins in his other hand. Beneath his shirt, a pointed edge flattened; it seemed Zalera had aimed the barrel of a gun to Charon all this time.

    [Charon] “Forges have gold coins by the hundreds! Lady Styx, let them be a worthy payment for the transport of Lenmos’ soul... Chararara!”
    Without anymore chatter, they were off towards the mountain heading up. A goal they had, but would they keep from slaying each other to accomplish it?
     
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