As they say, the darkness draws its own kind – and London’s darkest corners did just that, inviting me into a lair of unspeakable evil.
Whispers of a cursed ball, hosted by a vile creature known as Lord Malevolence himself, reached my ears. With a nod from Mother Superior, I gathered our finest warriors – Brother Johnathan, Father Patrick, and the indomitable Miss Alice Greenwood – and set forth into the heart of the abyss.
We donned fineries fit for royalty, though beneath the silk and lace, our swords remained ready. As midnight struck, the masquerade dissolved, exposing the true faces of the fiends before us.
What followed was a bloodbath, a dance of demons and angels alike. Cloven hooves skidded across marble floors, bat wings flapped in panic, as we brought down the wicked with hammer and blade. It wasn’t easy, but with divine grace, we triumphed once more, driving the scourge back into the shadows.
Yet, the cost was high. Dear Brother Johnathan fell, taken by a voracious succubus, her talons ripping through his flesh. Still, his courage echoes within us, fueling our resolve to vanquish the forces of Hell, one monster at a time.
>Soulkyn