RP: The Father, Son and Holy Ghost Date: September 12, 2000 - just before midnight Characters: Vlad Teples, Theo Nott & NPC's Location: Outskirts of Magical London Public/Private: Private Warnings: Death, mild violence Summary: Vlad sets up for another showy and gruesome display of his handy work for the Aurors to find, but hits a small snag in his plans when one of his intended victims wakes up and escapes on him. Leaving Vlad burned and pissed. Status: Incomplete
Three bright white crosses staked into the ground, all aligned perfectly in height, shinning in the moon light. Two already adorned with a wizard nailed to each one through their palms and ankles, just like an old fashioned biblical crucifixion. They were even bare except for the cloth wrapped around their waist, making it look as authentic as he could. The one in the middle had a note posted on it:
Now the Spirit speaketh expressly, that in the latter times some shall depart from the faith, giving heed to seducing spirits, and doctrines of devils.
1 Timothy 4:1
Crucifixion was usually intended to provide a death that was particularly slow, painful, gruesome, humiliating, and public, using whatever means were most expedient for that goal. But in Vlad's case, it was being used as a message. He didn't have the time to wait for them to die. They were already on the fridge of death, having sucked much of the life out of them already over the weekend. He was only keeping them alive long enough for this, to kill them here to be put out on display.
He used a step ladder to reach up and place a rosary around the first ones neck, then carefully carved a upside down pentagram on his chest. The young man was barely breathing at the time and didn't have the energy to even flinch. Afterwards without any thought he raised his knife and swiped his neck open, letting the blood pour open down his chest to finish him off. He moved on to the next wizard, doing the same. Now he only had to get the third one up there who was still laying unconscious in the back seat of his Rolls Royce, then he could pack up and get out of here. This was all a lot of work, but he enjoyed it, it was his mission and found it most rewarding.
He stepped down off the ladder, wiping the blood on his hands and off on his jacket as he headed off to the car, not more then a few feet away. He loved his car, he liked to keep it clean. He opened the door to the back seat, easily pulling the young wizard out by his ankles.