Boy In A Dress pulled his shawl about his shoulders and stepped onto the cobbled surface of the godforsaken thoroughfare of the
destitute. The shimmering vision of Death also moved forward and the slithering action of his travel reminded BIAD of rolling steam
surrounding a waiting locomotive. To say Death's raiment was coloured black would be an injustice to the word, the cowled vestment
merely rejected light. The hood contained true darkness and BIAD had often wondered what his unwanted brother truly looked like.
They met in the middle and canvassed each other. The Man-Girl looked like he'd taken a wrong turning from a gilt-edged opera
and belonged to a house with a maid. Death looked like he usually did, all caliginous and hazardous. BIAD eased his stance and
looked up into the void where a face should be.
"We're here to thwart the Final Mainyu... have you heard of such beings?" the bonneted absentee-Devil asked in a flat tone.
A faint sound of hooves came from behind the eight-foot tall Emperor of Eradication and for some reason, BIAD believed it was
a merchant travelling to Spitalfields market. "Well, have you?" he echoed.
Time ticked behind the glass-dials of Big Ben as Death stewed his thoughts in a broth of heed. The Mainyu had first punctured
through from their reality in the Earth-year 1947 after countless attempts to actually prevail in the unknown environment.
The scientists had merged with their magicians and arrived at their unique conclusion. They would grow the vehicles called
'humans' around them and infest this universe at a slower rate than Ba'al had preferred.
The Mainyu were here and their maraud meant little to the omnipotent taker of souls. Life was his buffet and names, races and
species also meant little to Death, but sometimes the petty intrigue was occasionally entertaining. Now looking at Boy In A Dress
standing in the rain wearing a full wardrobe of this age, Death wondered if this current drama could tickle his amusement.
"They're embedded in places you'd never believe..." the Captain of The Forlorn whispered with a drip of licentiousness. "...You
and your Vithian instructor have quite an undertaking" he sneered softly. BIAD tilted his head and pondered what his somber
sibling had told him.
"Then is there a way we can recognise them? the disguised sodden simpleton asked. Death's cowl moved to indicate he was
looking over BIAD's shoulder and in thought, he wasn't keen on giving clues. "They do not yawn" was all he offered and held out
a skin-taut hand to catch the easing raindrops. Somewhere in Boy In A Dress hat-wrapped head, he stored the information and
then said thank you.
Finally the tall figure nodded to BIAD's gratitude and as he absorbed the idea that his brother was on a supposed mission,
a sudden thought dawned on him and the temperature dropped some more. Death had come to take Mary Kelly and the small
child a mile away from this foul wallow of human dregs, Scarlet fever quarrelled with the Ripper for culling humans in Whitechapel.
The rain pit-a-patted on the frilled bonnet of the smaller being before him and Death had only question to counter Boy In A Dress'.
"Apart from the delusive Tibbs, are you alone in your duty?" and before BIAD could answer, the tall night-mantled guide of the
departed faded into the drizzling rain.
The Man-Girl stood alone in the grim street and looked around at the vacant windows and narrow doorways, a tug-boat on the
Thames announced it was ready for work. "He's a lot more cheerful" BIAD chirped to nobody and turned to return to the person
Death had guessed was somewhere in the vicinity.
'There's just no pleasing some people' the solitary figure thought as he waddled back to where his friend waited for the butchery
to end.
destitute. The shimmering vision of Death also moved forward and the slithering action of his travel reminded BIAD of rolling steam
surrounding a waiting locomotive. To say Death's raiment was coloured black would be an injustice to the word, the cowled vestment
merely rejected light. The hood contained true darkness and BIAD had often wondered what his unwanted brother truly looked like.
They met in the middle and canvassed each other. The Man-Girl looked like he'd taken a wrong turning from a gilt-edged opera
and belonged to a house with a maid. Death looked like he usually did, all caliginous and hazardous. BIAD eased his stance and
looked up into the void where a face should be.
"We're here to thwart the Final Mainyu... have you heard of such beings?" the bonneted absentee-Devil asked in a flat tone.
A faint sound of hooves came from behind the eight-foot tall Emperor of Eradication and for some reason, BIAD believed it was
a merchant travelling to Spitalfields market. "Well, have you?" he echoed.
Time ticked behind the glass-dials of Big Ben as Death stewed his thoughts in a broth of heed. The Mainyu had first punctured
through from their reality in the Earth-year 1947 after countless attempts to actually prevail in the unknown environment.
The scientists had merged with their magicians and arrived at their unique conclusion. They would grow the vehicles called
'humans' around them and infest this universe at a slower rate than Ba'al had preferred.
The Mainyu were here and their maraud meant little to the omnipotent taker of souls. Life was his buffet and names, races and
species also meant little to Death, but sometimes the petty intrigue was occasionally entertaining. Now looking at Boy In A Dress
standing in the rain wearing a full wardrobe of this age, Death wondered if this current drama could tickle his amusement.
"They're embedded in places you'd never believe..." the Captain of The Forlorn whispered with a drip of licentiousness. "...You
and your Vithian instructor have quite an undertaking" he sneered softly. BIAD tilted his head and pondered what his somber
sibling had told him.
"Then is there a way we can recognise them? the disguised sodden simpleton asked. Death's cowl moved to indicate he was
looking over BIAD's shoulder and in thought, he wasn't keen on giving clues. "They do not yawn" was all he offered and held out
a skin-taut hand to catch the easing raindrops. Somewhere in Boy In A Dress hat-wrapped head, he stored the information and
then said thank you.
Finally the tall figure nodded to BIAD's gratitude and as he absorbed the idea that his brother was on a supposed mission,
a sudden thought dawned on him and the temperature dropped some more. Death had come to take Mary Kelly and the small
child a mile away from this foul wallow of human dregs, Scarlet fever quarrelled with the Ripper for culling humans in Whitechapel.
The rain pit-a-patted on the frilled bonnet of the smaller being before him and Death had only question to counter Boy In A Dress'.
"Apart from the delusive Tibbs, are you alone in your duty?" and before BIAD could answer, the tall night-mantled guide of the
departed faded into the drizzling rain.
The Man-Girl stood alone in the grim street and looked around at the vacant windows and narrow doorways, a tug-boat on the
Thames announced it was ready for work. "He's a lot more cheerful" BIAD chirped to nobody and turned to return to the person
Death had guessed was somewhere in the vicinity.
'There's just no pleasing some people' the solitary figure thought as he waddled back to where his friend waited for the butchery
to end.
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