Immolation Ex: The Knower (COMPLETED)

Chapter XXXII

"Okay, we're clear. Go," Carter whispered.

Angel erupted from the shadows into the empty rear parking lot of the Dallas Regional Medical Center Hospital. The girl waved her left hand over her head sending out a burst of energy to disrupt any security cameras in range. She glanced around and then when she felt it was safe, reached out in front of her with the other open hand. "Open sesame!" she said as she curled her fingers and yanked the fist toward her. The locked rear doors effortlessly flew open, allowing Danny, Carter, and finally Angel, herself, to storm in through the opening.

Fluorescent lights flickered overhead as the trio zipped through the clean, white hallways searching for the morgue.

"Up there on the left!" Carter shouted.

"Gotta move ya'll! Just spotted an orb floatin' back down that corridor. The next shift will be comin' in through here soon!" Danny added.

Angel unlocked the Morgue's door and the three Original Souls filed in to begin searching for a new body for Luisa.

"How about this one?" Carter asked, sweeping a hand over a female with two bullet holes. "Do you think she would like this one?"

"Sure," Danny said, removing his head from the hall to see Carter's selection. He shot the sniper a thumb up. "Hey, so you know, I just saw another orb, guys..." he sang.

"She's pretty. Okay, grab it and let's get!" Angel said.

"It's clear for now! C'mon!" Danny whispered, flinging the door open.

Carter scooped the cold body into his large arms.

Angel and Danny generated their swords. The trucker lead the procession, the cheerleader travelled backwards down the hall at the rear, both of them ready to destroy anything that approached.

"Oh no no no!" Danny shouted as the trio stepped out into the warm Texas air. "Hold up, ya'll!"

Angel stepped around Carter to see what the holdup was. Her shoulders drooped. "Damn..."

A dozen Grigori, evidently the next group arriving to collect the recently deceased, carelessly approached the hospital. They glided across the parking lot like factory workers arriving for their shift, minus the hardhats and thermoses. They stopped upon viewing the three Original Souls standing in the hospital's open doorway, one of them holding a body. In unison, their faces contorting and claws forming from their fingertips, they launched at their enemies from where they floated.

"Come get some!" Danny yelled as he and Angel lifted their swords, readying themselves to fight.
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Countess Elizabeth Báthory de Ecsed lightly touched down with six Grigori Prime in tow at the head of her golden regiment of 2000 evil souls. Partially assembled from Himmler's former legions and her own battalion of ex-military killers, the silent, glimmering soldiers turned in exacting mechanical precision to face her.

"At ease, ya'll!" 'Bloody Bill' Anderson shouted as the pair passed.

The clusters of Grigori quietly did as told.

Bezaliel stepped from the darkness of the cave's sandstone entrance into the bright, hot desert sun to greet her golden guests lined up on her doorstep like ethereal toy soldiers. She narrowed her dark eyes as she watched the Countess and her ever-present Confederate companion approach. "Stop! That is far enough!" the witch said with a snarl.

"Great Bezaliel, it seems we meet once more," Elizabeth said, lowering her head in reverence, followed by the rebel's hat removal. "It's a pleasure."