“Please allow me to introduce myself…”

The line whispered in Innocence’s ear put her in a trance and made her powerless to the tall man who stood next to her at the bar. It was the dark and powerful man who brain washed Innocence since she was a child. He taught her about the dark ways and used her as an instrument to spread evil.    

A few minutes earlier the mobster was at a table in the crowded speakeasy with Lancelot and Adonna, both of whom barely let Innocence out of their sight since they heard she was hypnotized in a dark back alley several weeks ago. When Innocence offered to go to the bar for a round of drinks her boss and his Left Hand Woman nodded their approval. They didn’t know their thirst was delivering her to evil.

“Hello, Master.” Innocence greeted the tall man and stared up at him. “It’s been a long time since I’ve been blessed by the sound of your voice.”

“Too fucking long!” The man sneered and nodded towards the table where Lancelot and Adonna were seated. “They are trying to keep us apart. Who in the hell do they think they are? How dare they fuck with me!” He slammed his fist down on the bar and ranted, “I have the power to punish them with pure evil. I can summon every beast in the underworld to hunt them down and rip them apart limb by limb.”

“No, Master.” Innocence pleaded to the man with dark powers. “Please don’t harm them. They won’t make me stray from the path of blood and glory. Let them live and I will spill the blood of many others in your honor.”

“Good girl.” The tall man said and looked at the young mobster. “My minions tell me Lancelot is seeking the lost pages of Merlin’s diary. He must not find them. Keep him and that sly Miss Adonna busy with mafia business so they don’t find the lost pages of the diary.”

“Yes, Master.” Innocence said and nodded.

“There are others who will try to break our bond, my child.” The man said with a sad sigh. “There will be many obstacles. Chris-Flannery wants to steal the powerful vest of destiny your mother stole from his father. Jimmy Jukebox Jones will try to win you over with smooth talk about God. Don’t believe a word of that nonsense.” With a frown the evil man added, “Innocence, you must not forget what I taught you and you must not leave the path. Without you…”

“Don‘t worry, Master.” Innocence whispered and put her hand over his. The sadness he expressed was so abundant it brought tears to her eyes. The love and devotion she was brain washed to feel for him made her want to destroy the world to make him happy. “Nothing and no one will get between us. Our bond can not be broken. What can I do to prove it to you?”

“Bring a sacrifice to me tonight.” The tall powerful man answered the desperate question quickly. “At midnight behind the speakeasy. A bum from the park will do. It will make me happy to watch you slice his throat and spill his blood to honor our dark ways.”

“Yes, Master.” Innocence answered and looked forward to stalking a victim in the park. The hunt was always as exhilarating as the kill.

With a dismissive gesture the evil man said, “Now go back to your mafia family before they get suspicious and come over here. I’m not in the mood to unleash hell on earth tonight.”

swimming in the back area of the bar he over hears a conversation

kekekekekekekekekekeke they is scury....


I remember when i had a master, her name was Marrietta, and she bought me a giant fish bowl, and i would swim and swim swim and swim, then i got to big :'(


She had to unleash me into the water, and i was sad shark and cried foreverrrrrrr, then i ate a dolphin.

Chris went to the pre arranged meeting place That the P.I Wayne Kerr had organised, Chris knew straight away that somthing was amiss drawing his gun he crept towards the spot candel light flickered in the darkness illuminating a pentagram drawn in the sand, A mans body lay in the middle his arms and legs spread out to point to each point of the star his head pointing down the gapping hole in the mans chest told Chris that the man was dead.

Chris felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end a feeling of forbodeing crept into him, Death never worried Chris it was part of his day to day life but this was a ritualistic killing the man had had his heart removed for fucks sake this was some sick shit he found himself in the middle of.

Chris slowly skirted the edge of the clearing he knew that things where getting complicated now, Fuck me i gotta deal with a bunch of Wackos what the fuck Next? Chris thought to himself

Retreating back moutta the area Chris made his way back to his appartment.

" Fucking Devil Worshippers is it? Well Madame Henrietta Dujon Will know how to help me out "

Chris dials the Number, Henrietta was a friend of the familys when they lived in New Orleans she knew how to deal with these freaks.

After keeping a watchful eye on Innocence for a few weeks, a night out at the local speakeasy sounded like what we all needed. The evening was going well. There was dancing and laughter. The place was packed with mobsters. The drinks were flowing and the conversation was lively. Lancelot, Innocence and Adonna were having a great time.

The waitress, however, left something to be desired. It seemed every time we wanted a drink we would find her busy chatting up the men and paying us no mind. When Innocence offered to go to the bar and get the next round, Lancelot and Adonna thought nothing of it.

Several minutes passed and Innocence had not returned. Adonna looked over at Lancelot and asked ..

Do you think we should go find her. It seems she is taking quite awhile. I hope nothing is wrong.

Adonna noticed her Boss begin looking around. After a few seconds he nodded towards the bar. Innocence was just leaving the bar and a tall gentleman kept his head low as he headed towards the door. She arrived at the table carrying drinks. Adonna looked at her quizzically. Innocence appeared to be in a trance and there was another problem. She spoke to her gently.

Innocence, are you alright? While I like what you have brought, it is not what we were drinking.

Adonna watched as Innocence looked at the three Bloody Mary's in her hands. From the expression on her face, it appeared Innocence believed she had exactly what we ordered.

It's alright dear. Have a seat. Thanks for getting the drinks.

Adonna threw a knowing glance at Lancelot. There was no doubt that we were going to have to keep a careful eye on Innocence tonight.

Pulling Adonna closer towards him whilst Innocence was still in her trance like state, he whispered in her ear "I think you are right have Sal and Paulie tail her when she leaves here, we on the other hand need to get back to HQ and find them damn pages, i know they are there somewhere". Nodding in agreement Adonna leaves the table and disappears briefly.

"Bloody Mary's? hope this shit tastes better than it looks" Lancelot remarked with a chuckle, "Are you ok? you seem a bit distant" Lancelot stared into her eyes as he waited for her to respond, "Er yeah im good boss just a bit tired that is all, been a busy week and not had too much sleep" Innocence said quietly whilst trying to avoid eye contact, Lancelot got the impression that she was a little scared, her eyes flicking from oneside of the room to another as if looking for someone she didn't really want to see.

A few moments later Adonna returned and gave Lancelot a nod, thats that sorted he thought to himself, "where have you been?" Innocence asked "just had to go freshen up" replied Adonna, "i must have had one too many lol, i didn't even realise you left, anyway im going to get some sleep, cya boss night Adonna" Innocence gathered her things and made for the door "Night hun" Lancelot shouted out.

Looking back to Adonna Lancelots eyes narrowed "ok give it ten minutes then we will go back to HQ, i trust Sal and Paulie are on the ball, nice one now we need to find the pages and fast i think she maybe getting a bit suspicious"

Sal tips his hat towards Lancelot and Adonna as he follows Innocence out the door. Paulie is right behind him.

Adonna nods back and turns to Lancelot.

Yes, we have no time to waste. Sal and Paulie are tailing her. They say they have this. I hope they can keep up with her. If she thinks something is up she will try to lose them. I am curious who that tall gentleman was. He ducked out the door as she returned to the table with the wrong drinks. Are you ready to go? We better find those journals and fast!

Lets go, Lancelot says. We have no time to waste. Something is very wrong.

Adonna and Lancelot hurriedly head out the door. Lancelot's driver is waiting for them.

Take us to the HQ and step on it, Lancelot instructs him.

The driver whisks his way towards the HQ and they arrive in short order. Lancelot and Adonna head to the office. Boxes are still about. Not everything is unpacked yet. Adonna picks a couple out in the corner and begins rummaging through them. Lancelot begins looking through his desk. Out of the corner of her eye Adonna sees him accessing secret compartments contained within the desk. It seems neither one of them are having much luck.

Adonna finishes going through the boxes.

Nothing in these two Boss. Those journals have to be somewhere! Adonna exclaims in frustration.

Adonna awaits a reply as she grabs another box and continues the search. She can't help but wonder where Innocence has gone. She doubts she went home and went to bed. She seemed preoccupied with something when she returned from the bar.

The tall man walked around the pentagram as his dark eyes silently inspected the sacrifice. The blank expression on his face didn’t give away what he was thinking. Standing nearby Innocence anxiously waited for him to speak. The young brain washed mobster desperately craved his approval.  

Inside the evil marking on the ground was a mutilated dead body. The victim was shot in the chest then cut open and his heart was removed. It was a messy job, but Innocence loved every moment of it, from the hunt to the last drop of blood she spilled in the pentagram.

“Not bad.” The evil man finally said with his eyes still on the body. Innocence was relieved to hear the praise, but his next words made her feel like a dagger pierced her heart. “Not good either.” With a bored sigh the man gestured at the body and continued his critique. “The presentation is okay, but I expect more than okay from you. Your sacrifices should be spectacular.” He shook his head and added, “And the shooting was terrible! Is that what they taught you in the mafia? The heart wasn’t beating anymore when you took it out. I’m disappointed in you, my child.”

“I’m sorry, Master.” Innocence whispered and lowered her head in shame. “I’ll do better next time.”

“Go home now.” The tall man said and pointed down the alley where Sal and Paulie were both in a trance. “Take those goons with you. It was a waste of my time to take control of their minds.” With a glare at Innocence he said, “I hope my work on you hasn’t been a waste of time.”

As the man walked away he grinned and hoped his harsh words stung his pupil. To maintain control of his followers he regularly knocked them down with criticism then built them up with praise. Next time he would tell his beautiful dark angel she was a natural born killer and encourage her to spill more blood for him.

Taking his nightly stroll trying to figure out more about the city he made mental notes about what everyone did at night. You could see people in black trench coats selling their new found drug to the drug addicts about every ten blocks. The same cars would come to this particular corner and have women get into their car. They would hold up money to the women and they would return a nice big smile after licking their lips. This one person stood out, she had a set look on her face as if she was set on her destination. Curiosity kicked in and Russian decided to follow. She cut into a back alley and Russian sped up a little bit, the next thing he knows is a gun shot. It wasn't silenced either, he rushed around the corner to see Innocence with her gun pulled out and some random guy on the floor with a nice puddle of blood and bodily fluids where he laid.

Russian kept a low profile keeping quite, hoping that he wouldn't get found. Innocence had picked the man up and went to some building inside with him. Russian counted to about thirty before going into the same entrance as Innocence. He opened the door and kept to the walls as much as possible. Innocence began to make some markings on the floor keeping the dead body to the center of the markings. After the markings were done he watched her cut his chest open and remove the heart from the body. She looked like it did not even phase her, it probably gave her a rush of adrenaline that she enjoyed. The markings on the ground looked like a pentagram.

A man, somewhere in the room, spoke out telling Innocence that it wasn't enough the way she performed her act. Why would this man tell a killer that they weren't doing their job good enough? Was he trying to train her to do everything perfect? These thoughts went through Russian's head as he kept on listening to the verbal abuse Innocence was accepting. Russian saw PremShark talking out loud about something that wasn't even in the room with everyone.

"Was this man mental," Russian whispered to himself.

After a few minutes of listening to this man speak he ran across the room as hastily as his legs would carry him. Getting just in reach of PremShark he took his knee and met his nose. Russian thought the man went unconscious because the two seconds he waited to see the man's reaction he did not move a muscle or speak another word. Russian rushed out to a door finding an exit and made his way off into the streets. Tonight he witnessed too much was going home to sleep it off.