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...where luci hath been in the interum
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Lucifrage’s Odyssey
(from Luci’s little red diary)-Luci-
I had thought about things as they had become…
…and how terrible the world had seemed.
“Everybody lies” the doctor had told me, assured me… this was not reassuring at all.
I would sleep in the house, knowing that I would most likely have been evicted soon, the restaurant was failing, all other enterprises but Denny’s investments were silent, and most like, I would probably not be working at the constabulary anymore. My friends had abandoned me, even… My wife Bunny needed space and freedom… yes, this too had failed, my second marriage gone astray. All was lost, I would sleep and leave to find meaning in my life.
Neekni wlaa tneek hargeti - Fuck me, but don’t fuck my words.
We would leave from Torn-Oak at first light.-Sister-
We worked on repairing the boat, I had sent Marcus to the cave of the spider, he had done as required and was back as Denny and I had erected the mast, as Luci slept we repaired the silken spider web sails, while Denny leafed through the pages of the maps of Marcus. We would stop a few times on the way to the mother’s isle in the Atlantic. Luci had meanwhile unpicked every thread from his magic carpet, and woven them into a rope to tie about the rails on the edge of the craft, we had no need for great speed yet, but, who knows what we could find on the way, his plans seemed vague, but, what could we do, we’d have to stand by our man here, he had none but us, none. He had something to prove, and, we’d have to see he survived. Silly man, silly silly man.
And silly me, I’d be stuck with these buffoons all the way!-Denny-
Ah! To be tasting the cold sea breeze, on a belly full of fire water and a head full of opportunities. Already we had raided several of Marcus’ lost fortunes. I had appraised some of the old conquistador helms and other trophies of war to be quite priceless… But we would have to sell most of the lesser pieces to keep the hold light. A shame, but, it’s the plan, all the gold and heavy items to be sold. I did however find some objects of magic, of which Luci and the sister seemed keen on, a toreador healing wine pitcher that could turn blood into something far more potent and something called the staff of calenture, that could cause mass hallucinations on the unwitting. The seemed pleased with the finds, but, we cannot search more, our months at sea surviving on fish and collected rainwater were taking their toll, we would have to make for the hidden isle fast, and recuperate. I suppose that’s what happens when Luci and Sister have to feed Marcus from their own veins, we had tried feeding him off me once and he was drunk and ill for three days, he can’t handle my blood because of the high alcohol content! And he calls himself a pirate!-Marcus-
Gar, tis the life on the sea I have missed, with me own crew… but, I not be the captain, that’s a shame in one way but in another ‘tis seems like we don’t seem to be sailing in circles as usual.
We did dock in the bay of the mother’s isle, and low, it be a haven fer mercenaries and cut-throats! We done sell some of the booty, Denny and one man got all hot and bothered about the price of a few things, but, Denny had to concede, the items were priceless but stolen.. And being thieved and remarkable works to be recognised means only a theif-master would buy such an item, as the man says, its not like they could be left out in public!
Luci be getting told off by he’s mums a lot, they calling him all sorts of bad things even this pirate don’t know the meaning of… they not happy he’s screwed up the marriage with Bunny, we not happy either but , I seen him cry enough on the boat. It does no good to rub salt in the wound.
We leave soon, seems one week of being scolded be enough for Luci, but to he’s credit, he not be touching the drink at all.-Sister-
We worked on the boat some more before we left, we would weave taut silk coverings for the side, imbibed with strange magic’s, it would render the boat invisible on land, which we would need, we could hardly leave such a vessel where it would be discovered.
First however before we left, Luci had used much of our fortune in hiring every mercenary and gun for hire on the island, most thought it a fools mission, but like all soldiers of fortune, gold speaks unreasonable fluently.
Within a month they would meet us in the south of Portugal. This would be an insane mission, so, it would give cowards and the reasonable time to back out, there would be no place on the team for the faint of heart.
For now, his heart determined, we would sail for Philadelphia, Luci would see his demon contact there, and who knows, we might get a heads up?-Luci-
The moment we got here, we lost Denny, damn him!
But we would seek out union boss Phillip “Chunky” Preston. No that’s not his real name, he’s a demon, it’s probably more like Charakkas, being an imp he had no real last name.
Imps are the slaves of hell, but here, chunky had let his refugee runaway slaves assume new lives among the mortals, often having to squish a few who drew attention to themselves. But really, living among humans, the odd rape and murder was oft let slip, appearing other than human in public, a definite no-no, he told me the angels had been sniffing about the place! I was half worried about my hooves showing, but, half hoping to slice one up…
Angels and me tend not to get along as a general rule. The sister and I made a sizeable transaction, and were afforded use of his records. We wanted to see who was trading to Morocco, and what routes and flags were used, else, we could hardly slip in looking like a live human slave trader ship, now could we? This and other things, we would take back to the sip…and wait.-Marcus-
Gar, we be waiting a long time for Denny, sure hope he dun get arrested for selling some of them naked lady painting we found among the booty, they be funny about a seaman’s pleasure about here. Be the kind of people force a dugong to wear a blouse! Sister calls them prudes, dunno what that is but it sounds right. I think i has a splinter from mollesting the breast of a wooden mermaid on the ship next to ours. I also think them russian sailors be scared of me, and so they should be.
"Morgaly vikalyu, padla" Yarr!!! thats a good one, shouting you'll poke some russian sailor's eyes out always goes down a treat, especialy as I have a patch on, they know I'm crazy and I'll do it.-Denny-
The horn father, well, that’s what you’d call the former owner of your horns perhaps? If you too were but a rendering of the matter of another demon who had shed his horns in order to escape justice? Who knows, but here he is.
Charley Crane, former lawyer, High defendingattourny of hell, wanted for daring to accuse a Judge of fraud...
(of course the accused judge was crooked, but to lose such a case of accusation is a jailable offence, the penalty? a stay in a small floral wallpapered room with wind chimes softly playing outside and nothing to eat but tea and crumpets for seven years, cruel and unusual punishment for any self respecting demon, why the thought of even a week's sobriety scared your average hellion)
He is now, so good at remaining hidden on the earth realm for three centuries, he’s become an actor playing in an adaptation of Dante’s Inferno. He looks very much like myself, but for his hair dyed black, and notably, no horns nor tail. Now, as I was born from his horns, who knows where the tail went? We started drinking, as we trades tales…-Luci-
Denny has not yet returned, I worry, we sent Marcus out one night to hunt him by scent, he told us he found Denny and left the drunk in the hold, we set sail …. Well, let me tell you, one drunk demon is bad enough, but not being able to tell the demons apart in the dark, Marcus had brought home both Denny and his kin!
Charley was most disappointed, but by now, we were many leagues out to see, the sister then locked herself in the hold, she was not going to put up with two drunken demons! I don’t blame her, well I can’t blame Marcus.. He is right, they do smell the same, exactly if what I am told is correct!-Marcus-
Another four in the morning, me climbs down from the crows nest and starts singing, me don’t know why me has to watch, we anchor at night! And we be well of the ship lanes on the map, sister made sure of it! I sing like the morning Tern.
“What'll we do with a drunken sailor, What'll we do with a drunken sailor,
What'll we do with a drunken sailor, Earl-aye in the morning?”
Denny and Charley, they dun like this song first thing in the morning, that’s why me sings it, tis just a little mean but, who cares, I have to go to sleep when the sun comes up, least those drunken fools can do is get up and man the mainsail while me sleeps in me sea-coffin!
Yester night, me finds the sister in luci’s ship cot, this be scandalous! Me thinks I can blackmail them’s later fer a bigger share o’ the loot, Gar! Me totally not want to know what charley and denny got up to, when me saw what was going on, I’s not be sure who be drunken boson and who be cabin boi in this sordid scene… Gar, me needs to get more sleeps!-Luci-
Strange ship crew meeting at sundown, seems Marcus is intent on blackmailing us all for a bigger share of the loot… I wonder what the illiterate vampire sailor could need more books for? But he seems to think in terms of the few treasures we’ll find. Firstly Denny and the sister assure him what went on in my room was but mere and legal multi bodied masturbation. What went on in the hold with Denny and Charley was buggery on the high seas, acts of drunken debauchery and homosexual nature, and most likely some form of incest, and the more Marcus purported it a bigger sin than it was, the better.
Denny and Charley both claim it is them who is the bigger sinner. I told Denny that Charley is, as, acting is a form of lying, he didn’t like my view on the matter.
With the wind out of his sails, Marcus still seems intent on telling Marcella on us all when we return to London, we assured him nothing would be secret from any of our loved ones. He went up to the crows nest and sulked that night…ah we near Portugal, we are a nearer our next port of call.-Denny-
Well the truth is a funny thing.
Marcus is a drunken peeping tom, and here is the truth, Luci lied. Oh, I lied too, but I'm good at it, fuck, I'm a demonic lawyer, twisting the truth comes natural, but Luci, well that was his first ever whopper. He'd been cornered by Marcus about himself at a low point, And merely just took the blame for whatever he was accused of, the truth of the matter is, all that went on was him and the sister on the same bed, lying in each others arms for comfort, and crying a lot over missing Bunny. but luci, well he knew he was dealing with a madman and decided to test this whole lying thing out.
As for myself, this supposed "bosun and cabin boi" nonsense, well, I am the same size as Charley, so, i was wearing some dresses while he adjusted them with his costume tailor set. It must have looked very bad, and worse so to a drunken pirate! well you know me, I figure, why be out-done with a false confession by a novice liar like Lucifrage...
(faint whisky spill stains)
Here is hoping Marcella sees the funny side.-Sister-
We were drawn to an uncharted isle today, when I say drawn, even sailing away from it seemed pointless a task, the thing called us in, clawing the ship with gusts and waves we could not fight, the pull only slowing when we chose to steer inwards. I had a strong feeling we were to be called into the presence of a power greater then all of us could fight, even with Charleys help, not that he helped, he actually got seasick and hid in the hold!
Things seemed to shift, the sea took on a red tone and the sky was a vivid green, I knew this to mean we had slipped into a sidereal realm of something of great power, I wondered if it was Lyoness else Avalon? I hoped like hell it was the new home of Lemurians and Atlantians… those people gave me the aches just listening to them!
The song came first, three sirens called us in, and unable to stop their call in time, we were heedless to stop ourselves from following their song. But it was to a peaceful cove, and not the dashing rocks they called us to, and we would be greeted by a crowd, and what a crowd!
Lilim of all kinds were here, there were perhaps fifty people, and I was assured this was nearly the whole island, harpies, succubi and incubi and what could only be cubbi of both gender! Some of the old blood vampires and some of the newly made demons of strange mixings indeed! Some had forms that even seemed to claim the fathering of the fallen angels themselves.
The others were commanded to stay on the boat as Luci and myself were led to a small inland lagoon. SHE was there, she, the great mother herself, Lilith.
She was not at all pleased to see us, well, not Luci, she tore into him verbally and threw him against a rock pillar, questioning his switching from worshipping his wife then later leading her about on a collar. She was not pleased at all with his behaviours towards Bunny, whom Lilith claimed also as her child by rite. Luci would be made to humble himself, and he was told he was to bring Bunny here to this place, if he could not bring her, he would never see this place again when we left.
I on the other hand, was raised in rank to high priestess, Luci was lowered in rank to mere acolyte, he was unimpressed, but knowing the reputation of his all knowing mother, he would not argue. We would stay for three days before we were allowed to leave, but, when we reached Portugal, we were actually a day ahead of schedule.-Luci-
The sister had a far better reception at this fabled hidden place, like Avalon, and the shadow of London, this place was under the control of a greater power, The dark mother, and literally MY mother.
I was reprimanded severely, indeed, the sister didn't know half the words used from the sacred mother scrolls I had read that she hadn't, but I did, and I should have known better.
I was told in severe terms I had taken things too far, and, that I had broken the big rule... not the fighting of authority, she was fine with that, but the belief that we treat each other as valid equals, and, this I had not done for my beloved wife, switching between putting her on a pedestal then placing her into a gilded cage with my jealousy. Yes, I admit it, there were ways I had messed things up I was in grave shame about when they were put to me in the light of the dark mother's blunt truths. I only wish I had seen the signs before, and offered solutions with an open hand instead of a grasping grip to bunny or a clenched fist to others.
She had thrown me against a sacred stone, not to kill me, but, to put me unconscious. there, just us in my head and no others, she spoke. My pride had to be curbed, she said
"pride is like a beard its nice to have a little to know you are an animal, you are a man and you are mature. A man grew a beard like all the others in his village, but instead of trimming it, he grew it longer and longer, he looked a fool and was avoided and laughed at, not praised, one day he tripped over the beard and fell down the well and died."
She knew me well to put such a lesson in the form of a fable.
"...sort yourself out..." were her words I heard before I woke.
The dark mother told me i need to focus less on the false and more on the true of heart, and, I am a terrible liar, and I should bring the truth of my moment of weakness up to Marcus, I had no right to besmirch the Sister's good name with my lie, and, in truth, I would have been a stronger man to admit i was full of regret at my actions and I should instead be proud to say I was crying about the woman I, we, loved. She would seem harsh, but, after my adoptive mothers, I found meeting my true mother in this form to be most kind. She would direct me to the Ben Sira, and some other papers I had read, and bid me to start retraining, and this time, lose what I thought them to mean and take the sacred Bahari at face value, like a seer deciphering a prophetic dream.
I would meditate on this until we left, I needed to start my lessons from the bottom again if i was to correct myself from the inside out. I needed humility.
I was later to tell this tale on the ship, Marcus told me I needed a beard, ah well, every band of adventurers needs a jester!-Denny-
Portugal found, we had paid each group of mercenaries and given them separate instructions, they would attack the homelands formerly owned by Luci’s people, and retreat to the north and escape by boat in the Mediterranean sea they would have waiting. It was an awful lot of organising, but, someone had to do it, we let Charley go here, apparently he’d had enough of the voyage, well, I think he had enough of Marcus after Marcus had pestered him into a game of ‘Bosun and cabin boi’… well, you know, we were bored and nobody brought a deck of cards. We would then ship off to morocco and release Marcus into the desert on a camel at night. We waited two days, and followed.-Marcus-
Gar, this be bloody strange, these kindred of the sands, they … it be their blood I was born of, but, after my blood cleansing that’s a big secret because it involves diabolising an elder whom was gonna die anyhow, well the locals be thinking me some sort of royal, and treated me as such. Nasty, nasty bastards they are, me had to fight every urge to kill every one of them, but, I needed to get into the place. They stupid, really stupid, they actually believe my name be earl gray… their dirty blood and poor feeding and inbreeding, it makes them thicker than whale-blood!
Luci be close, me calls him on the magic rock he gave me before I left, I had found what he needed then hidden the rock with my blood on the rune as told to, and would go to sleep in a deep crypt, gar tomorrow the hunters be staking the soldier’s crypts, then they will chase the decoys… these vampires really be crazy! Their queen, she be a tall old woman, and, she be nothing as elegant nor powerful as Marcella, she just got a big army, well… not for long!-Luci-
Fate, and a chance at redemption of my family name, this all lays in my hands this day, already we see the mercenaries heading north and spreading out to leave as many spread trails as they can. I wonder how much damage they had caused to the kindred armies? I had hoped at least twenty percent final death and many injuries, I should know, I had armed them with sunstones primed to flood the crypts with hellos’ power myself. If they wanted to send retribution, it would be the palace guards themselves, I had arranged a Djinni cousin of mine whom coached me in wrestling a few years ago to help.
Asad the elder and his small band of travelling Ifrit tribes-people would set up an ambush, a sandstorm that would confuse the following fanged guardians, and ground them. This act would only stall them and force them to bury themselves in the sand for a day, but, this would be enough time for my work to be done and most of the mercenaries to get ahead to their ships. I never told the mercenaries of this however, I would rather them not count on the delay and run to their boats all the way.-Denny-
It was go time, the sister and I headed up into the castle that night, however, we were not alone, we were engulfed in a darkness only the dark mother herself could have given. With care, we took many books, and a large box of crystallised mana-stones owned by Luci’s adoptive demon mother, stones stolen a long time ago when we served willing and fair. Then… low and behold, this would take some carrying, sixteen Djinnling eggs, the size of coconuts! All lumped in a wooden crate. Luci had no idea of this treasure, so, we would take this also, the journey was slow and labour some under Lilith’s mantle, but we would make it, mostly because everyone was running downstairs, and, we knew why!-Marcus-
Gar, this be the day Luci and I done wait for fer a long, long time, me be slashing and cutting up the people who done stupidly invite me in by the smell of me blood alone! The queen, she not be here, she follow her guards to kill the intruders, we done made it look like the Vatican sent our mercenaries, cos, luci and I, well we likes a prank, and… finally I seem to have shown luci sometimes just one or two implied lies be fine, if it be saving the squishy humans and their other kin allies who be helping us kill a few inbred vampyres. Gar we swash-buckled our way down into the lower caverns beneath the castle until we could buckle no more swash.
Me done locked the door while luci let his true djinn form be known to the three Naga who be down there, me leaves Luci to it, he’s waited a long time fer his revenge, and, he’s many times stronger than when he left here…-Sister-
Marcus had carried the grinning morbid looking Luci to the boat, Luci had his left hand missing, was slashed, torn and his face cut open. Another person, I would have panicked, but to luci, I had seen him worse. Apparently his greater djinn form had fallen from him after killing two of the three Naga, and he had fought the last strongest one by sword and the flame alone. Now, Djinn and Naga, mortal enemies, their magic oft cancels the other out, so, it was all down to the blade and the double ended mace the Naga had, but in the end, it came down to Marcus… he’d started to sing his sailor songs and it distracted the Naga enough that Luci belted its brains in with a stalactite. We sailed down the river and to the sea, back to the hidden isle of Luci’s mothers, to see how the mercenaries had fared, Luci seemed near death all the way, I think he did it for attention, as if slaying the Naga was not enough glory he wanted to play martyr without actually dying! Men!-Luci-
Of the sixteen eggs we had recovered, only six seemed viable, we buried them in a sand drift in the middle of the island the mothers lived at, it seemed the safest place, few knew where the island was, few would dare leave the smugglers port and dare step inland. As for the sad no survivors, the others, well I had powdered the dead eggs myself, tears flowing as I ground them up like rocks, they would be the extra sand that made sure in fifty years time, the six eggs would hatch. It is a cruel world, but, I have proved myself worthy of the Father Iblis’ blessing, I have reclaimed victory, if not the land itself.
Now comes the hardest battle of all, My return to London, where winning my love back with an open hand and not a clenched scimitar. This battle I cannot afford to lose.
It may indeed be near impossible, but love makes the impossible still something to aim for.
I will humble myself, and be ready.
Should I need wait one thousand years for her to know I love her more than life itself, I shall pay that and any other price.-Marcus-
I miss mister Charley, he had a cute way about him....
Gar, nobody better read this, else I'll spike them with me wooden leg, I warned yee... what 'appens at sea stays at sea,
Gar! Just so as ye know little red and read diary book, I look fantastic in Charley's blue ball gown, but, too much blusher makes me look like a whore.
I Know he had to leave in a hurry and didn't take all he's fings, but what kind of actor has ladies outfits?
By Neptune, he was a funny one.-Denny-
Finally back to civilisation.
We stopped in Paris to store my, sorry, our objects of art for redistribution.
We would also transfer some gold, Luci has said very little since we left his mothers’ isle. We worry about him but... it’s not my job to worry about him it's my job to reinvest this left over gold… and of which, at this last stop, I relish.
In three days we shall be back in the shadow of London, yet, it will no doubt seem we were gone but a few weeks and not months! such is the ways of djinn travel…
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