Who: Damien and Enigma When: After his fun with Damon Where: Temptations nightclub What: Killing zombies Rating: TBD
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Damien had promised to Enigma to get rid of the zombies outside their club. It had been finished. His persuasive talents had somehow gotten plenty of workers and funding for the project. Still a mystery as to how he managed it, but he did it. Only.. now. There were undead corpses walking around. No way a business could be run that way. He needed people alive to enjoy it. The school was also closed off in nearly the same way, which meant it was harder to find some followers. But he'd get to that now. The more pressing concern was the club. He had his fun with Damon first, though. Priorities, yes? He had them. He needed to have a bit of fun before business, had to have a little bit of sin. And it was certainly quite nice. And so now, off to the work needed.
He was wearing black shirt and jeans, making his way to the work site. And there it was. Undead ambling around, moaning, and stinking. They had not seemed to notice him.. yet. Or maybe on some level they didn't register him as human. He was something, though. "You know, you guys are starting to piss me off," he said softly, "and that's not good. Time and a place, see? And it's not now. Your presence is ruining my plans for this city and that upsets me. A lot." More groaning from them. One then turned as if noticing him for the first time. Aggression in its eyes. Others began to catch on and fell into the mold too. "Leave. No? Okay, the hard way it is." Closest one lurched forward. But as he glared at it, the man seemed to.. hesitate. Silence, confusion. And then pain! Ohhh, such intense agony. Blood vessels in the brain, synapses crossing and going in all directions, bleeding inside, which was followed by implosion. Which wasn't apparent just yet. Just bleeding from the eyes and waving arms frantically, and falling over dead. Again, permanently. Like a socket wire devoid of a current. And then a couple others soon had the same reaction to Damien's stare.
"See," he said in an angered tone, "this is what happens when you encroach upon my territory, abominations. And now you bear witness to the consequences of that act." He stretched out his hand. Then, live telephone wires detached from poles, came down and whipped a couple more in the head, bursting with high voltage. Which, was more messy as a visual. A lamp post fell upon another one, pinning him. The ground cement cracked under a group of three, and opening wider.. then closed upon them once they fell halfway in, trapping them. A concentrated gaze and their minds were to become even more rotted than they already were. Hmm, a few more left. Just a few more, five or six at the most. He would take care of them as well.