Play with fire and you get burned...

Ceremony

Lyris music
Nell necklace
George sorts necklace

Death of Carmen

"Mierda, how did I not see that this bunch of pinche gueys would try and stab me in the back" crossed her mind as she grabbed her dagger and summoned the sword-demon. The dagger pulsed briefly but no more as the purple weave crackled over them, things were not getting better when Carmen realised that Angelica was blocked. 

"Still not enough" she whispered as the dagger slashed Dyal's throat and killed the most dangerous of the 5 inner circle. A slight frown crossed her face as she realised that he was not just slow but completely paralysed. A sting at the back of her neck made it all clear as she quickly flicked out the dart and wondered what posion it contained. 

She ducked quickly to avoid Dashwood's swinging blade and noticed the old warlock crumple to the floor. Perhaps the angels were with her tonight she thought as she dodged Cawthorne's blade and plunged the dagger to his heart. The dagger was humming gently, a few seconds more and she could activate her armour. Across the room one of the Hellfire members shouted "Dashwood" and the miserable betrayer, eyes wide in surprise, died as 2 bullets hit him in the chest. 

Before Carmen could react, another bullet hit her in the arm and threw her against the wall. She grimaced but called her demon armour forth. As the smoke cleared, the last cultist stepped forward, his hood back and eyes blazing. "Marco" she gasped, armour forming over her body but too late as he raised the gun. She cursed her luck and smiled as the bullet entered her brain.

Koniev's escape

Sensing that everything was going per-shaped, Petyr Koniev joined the neopytes streaming out of the caves. However, they didn't know about the side passage leading to the house but he winced slightly when he found the door stuck closed. He slipped back into the crowd but as they exited the caves ducked round the corner to miss the shining figures outside. Petyr was considering drawing a couple of spirits to him to help when he felt a blast of spiritual energy wash over him and he knew that Dashwood's Lich had just met his maker. "Chyort voz'mi! there must be a major shaman nearby. Make that 2." he chuckled as he let his ghosts slip away. "Time to get out of here."

3 hours later, Petyr stumbled into the Anarchists' lair, safe at last. His heart stopped as the welcoming faces instead reached for knives, clubs and guns. At that moment he hated Marco and Jones with a passion. Then luck swung his way as the young Anarchist, Alexei, barrelled into the romm shouting "Koniev's coming here!". Koniev dived through the open door and jumped down the stairs as a fussilade of bullets rang out. One creased his shoulder but he slipped through the backstreets and alleys of London to the Russian embassy. A week later he was safe in the Okrana headquarters in St Petersburg.