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[attr="class","ctu2"]Upon entering the lair proper, the sights defied her expectations. It seemed to be populated by local fauna, and an adequate amount of feed implied the occupier decided to care for the gentle beasts. Behind her awe, the only thought crossing her mind pertained to the blood-sucker in question breaking the stereotype of his kind. Given her predisposition against cartoon originating myths about the disputes between felines and those of canid descent, she enjoyed the implications.

”We might not have to worry too much about that. Might’ve seen more bodies around, unless he’s hiding them somewhere…” Justice replied, giving Ivory’s hand a reassuring squeeze in return. Her image of vampires tended to be a classy one, those who disliked the idea of sinking their fangs into common animals and feasting upon less qualitative blood. She had a feeling Anniken would be doing such a thing anyway, though.

At Ivory’s nod, she proceeded up the long, ornate flight of stair. Everything looked very flamboyant, yet tarnished with various foliage overgrowths. The staircase split into two, allowing them two ways up to the same upper floor. The Godfather could feel a presence somewhere, proximity likely increasing.

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[attr="class","ctu2"]Acutely aware of all who she initiated into her guild; she transferred her attention from Blaze to Hilbert. Dry laughter emanated from the woman as she wondered how much the presents given to Mercy deterred an impromptu stabbing courtesy of her younger sister. It made her happy to see many people attending her sister’s party—the more members of the guild there, the better.

Turning her attention back, she produced a louder laugh when she witnessed the exchange between Blaze and Cheshire. Shortly after, she felt a nudge against her side and advice pertaining to delivering a couple of words for the birthday girl. Paired with the previous suggestion for a birthday rap from Ivory, she decided, and offered the reigns to Justice.

Attention darting between Kasumi spilling alcohol on Ivory and revealing her black bra and Blaze turning into a rather voluptuous woman and sitting on the floor, she went with the phenomenon she literally never feasted her eyes upon before.

”…Holy fuck,” Justice said, perhaps pinning herself as the culprit regarding where Mercy got the consistent phrase from. The Godfather forced down some of her pent-up saliva. A moment passed, and then a few, and then she managed to wrest hold of her bearings after being shocked into speechlessness.

”……Birthday raaaaaap!”

Pointing to an inconspicuous man in the corner wearing sunglasses, a fancy suit and a hat, she exclaimed, ”Hit it!”

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He then started up the music. The lights dimmed, club lights turned on in their steed, and the DJ did an amazing job at helping turn this into quite the show. Some other of her men were even providing some backup vocals.

”Surprise, girl, I bet you thought I went and forgot, it’s a special daaaaay… tonight, your gift will be something you will remember, for the rest of your days, yeah~” Proving that dance was one of the many skills in her repertoire, she strutted towards and in a half circle around Mercy, before proceeding towards another participant of the party.

”So get ready and I’ll take you out, and show you some love~ Show you what partying is all about once we hit the club~” Entering the pre-chorus of the song and making her way past, Hilbert, she traced her index and middle finger along his cheek teasingly, and then stylishly made her way over to the next individual present.

”It’s your birthday, so let’s part and have some fun, it’s your birthday, we’ll dance ‘till the morning comes, yeah~ Happy birthday, girl, let’s step the night away—“ A momentary pause in the chorus of the song as she leaned progressively closer to Cheshire, planted a kiss on her lips deep enough to tread on the thin precipice of obscene, and broke away as she continued on with her song, shimmying to the next guest. ”Happy birthday, yeah, and we’re gonna celebrate, yeah~”

Some background vocals later, and now she arrived at Kasumi’s general location.

”Ooh, we’ll be laughing and singing and grooving on the way, yeah, with smiles upon our face, oh yeah~,” she lead, brushing two fingers through the purplette’s sidelocks. Meandering around her, she continued. “Nothing but VIP, darling, for you and me, and there’s so many dancing feet, dancing in harmony~” Like a ghost, she passed by.

Leading right into the drunken albino, she hip bumped her with her ass as her greeting, and then continued. It was time for the pre-chorus again, and she sung it as angelically as she had before. Over the course of the performance, a horde of Odin’s Spear made men flooded the scene. A lot of guys in black suits cheering on both the performance and showering Mercy with praise, it was starting to mirror an actual concert.

The newcomer wasn’t going to escape her teasing, either. The song dipping back into its chorus, Justice approached the seated spirit and dropped it down low. Akin to a lap dance, she straddled her, grinded, and whipped her black and red hair around before pushing herself up. With a smirk, after effectively messing with the entirety of the special guest list, the Godfather strolled over to Mercy. Excluding the last part of the song, she ended it with simple words.

”Happy Birthday, Mercy. We both mean it when we say you’re the best little sister anyone could ask for. We’re proud of how far you’ve come, the leaps and bounds you make every day, your guts, your mettle, the strength and courage you wield. Not only is Odin and the rest of the Gods proud of you, but the entire Godfrey family is proud of you, thus I am honoured to present you this…”

Producing it from under her sleeve, concealed from sight until now, the Godfather handed Mercy a golden key.

”We present you the Key of Ophiuchus. You now the hold the key to the 13th Gate of the Zodiac.”

[attr="class","gemtag"]Ivory Volkov Mercy Godfrey Kasumi Ito Omy Godfrey Hilbert Fada Cheshire Copeland

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[attr="class","ctu2"]”Tell you what…”

Justice draped her arms around her, leaning into the embrace. As she held her, she combed her gloved fingers through her hair. Partially submerging her face into her onyx mane, the Godfather allowed them to savour the exchange for a few moments longer. Even when she spoke, she refrained from prematurely concluding it, because she knew the feline needed it. Perhaps it had been a long time coming over the last while, her arms in lieu of Anniken’s.

”I want to see your abilities now. It will help me get a better idea of your mental state, and if it correlates with your prowess. But—there’s a catch, or I guess an incentive involved. If you agree to this, then I’ll show you what I’ve seen in the future with my Eye,” Justice offered, continuing to play with her monochromatic locks. Usually when she used this ability it was for the purpose of offense, but she could also use it in a way that was for information sharing. Paired with her telepathy, it was easier.

”I’d like to believe that, in having the True Wisdom at my disposal, I’ll at least be able to assuage your fears.”

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[attr="class","ctu2"]Anniken wondered about the effigy—about Dahlia. When it came to creating the wisps, she wondered if it worked on the same premise as Zinnia’s gun. Harnessing sunlight to create projectiles capable of tearing the darkness asunder was a great ability, but it relied on having sunlight as its crutch. The Godfather suspected it may have operated based on sunlight having divine properties, at least on the conceptual level. Thoughts continued to race through her mind as the group raced against time.

Sovereign had a good point; without the wisps that seemed to hold the entity back, this foul thing that should not exist, there would be nothing staving it away from them. Its presence seemed night omnipotent, and Dahlia was their last sliver of hope. Swallowing down saliva, she spoke.

”A’ight I may have an idea—“ the Godfather started, her voice hectic. She did not keep them waiting, immediately following up with what she thought up. ”I may be able to give her something to work with. I can assume a form that gives off a great deal of holy light, and I reckon ya’ll might be able to put it to use. Fuck it, ain’t got nothin’ to lose!”

The ability was called Apotheosis. Seeing no point in waiting at this point, both of her eyes assumed the bright glow associated with Odin’s Eye. Though she could not arm herself with it offensively like the sisters, her body exuded a righteous luminescence that wafted off her with bright vibrance. She hoped her theories were correct—if they expected to survive this, then she needed to support their powers however she could.

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