[Saturday Night of 20XX]

  [Sometime in March]

  [Home Guard HQ]

  [London] [The UK]

  [3rd Person]

  Brigadier Andromeda Cambrai cupped her mug of hot mocha in her hands, she was in her human form rather than what was her Female Mark IV Tank form. For starters in the office she was in, of screens and desks, of grey walls and grey carpets, of people at monitors observing their screens ... her actual Tank Form as a Tank Spirit instead of her human avatar wouldn’t exactly fit inside it.

  Of what was The Land Ship equivalent of a Ship Spirit having a naval spirit having their Spirit awakened as The Navies did. What the Tank Cores and such had been doing since World War I and onwards.

  The six foot (182.88 cm) tall woman had long black hair, deep brown eyes, and lightly tanned skin. She was not in what was the standard Home Guard Uniform, as befitting her rank. Instead she was in a battered black Mushroom Leather trench coat and not a trench cloak (it lacked the hood to be a cloak), black smart trousers, white shirt, and black Mushroom Leather boots. Along with the various other bits of what were standard clothes I don’t think I have to mention, right?

  And on her black Mushroom Leather belt of her trousers, was a Creation Webley Revolver on her left side. It was a more refined and perfected version of the ones the vampires had, older and more refined by said veteran of World War I.

  A Creation Webley she was happy she could carry in ordinary life again, instead of having to rely on Creation Lewis Guns manifesting bullets around herself with .303 British bullets. Of what were part of her Mark IV Tank powers from World War I.

  The Webley though was joined by a Shield Sword of gleaming Argyros hilt on the right side of her belt. While various people in her command room were scattered around going about their jobs as they got her data.

  She walked over with her steaming cup of mocha to one of her analysts, a man with sandy blonde hair and grey eyes. The large red mug enchanted with a creation to the Elemental Realm of Water with both a Transformation Spell and Heating Spell, turned water into freshly made Mocha. With an intention spell if you wanted to stop drinking mocha to empty it out, and a necessary enchantment if you tipped it over it wouldn’t keep creating mocha. To stop a sweet porridge style fairy tale problem.

  She drank some of it, as a Mark IV Tank she wouldn’t OD on the stuff. What she did do was enjoy the caffeine and chocolate. Her Very Strong Coffee Mocha, of what had the same Caffeine Content of Very Strong Coffee, as something stronger than Death Wish Coffee? It also had a very large amount of chocolate added to it. The Mocha cup also had an enchantment to only allow people who could survive drinking from it to be able to drink it.

  Brigadier Cambrai, as a female Mark IV Tank, had been there on Earth Sierra-Hotel-1 (Universe Sierra-Hotel-1) at the Battle of Cambrai in nineteen seventeen. Who’d been a tank the first time tanks were properly deployed on a battlefield? At least for the ol’ Mark IVs? She could manage and survive her own brew of Nightshade Mocha as she called it. And was constantly drinking the stuff.

  Like how her ceramic red mug had an imbuement of Sickle Steel into it, of the metal five times stronger than high grade steel and as magical as gold? The metal which back in World War I in Sierra-Hotel-1 had been what the Mark IVs had been built out of? It was a lot more solid than you’d expect for a large red mug of stuff. Even if it wasn't made of Isern like Brigadier Cambrai was now, of magical rust proof iron of two hundred times stronger than high grade steel and forty times more magical than gold.

  To quote her, ‘I don’t have a Mocha problem, I can get Mocha whenever I want it,’ as her partial semi-joke about what was her addiction. One she wasn’t going to give up, and anyone trying to convince her to do so? She was Brigadier Cambrai, and she’d say no to it quite firmly.

  She however looked to the analyst at the monitor, Howard Jasper, and The Brig in her light London accent had to ask, “Do we have any more on The Holdport situation? Anything I can take to the Green and Socialist Coalition Government on getting us details so we can have reinforcements for our Office in Holdport?” she scowled, “As if a city of around four hundred thousand people needs more than just an ordinary Home Guard office of a standard outpost. We need to get a Herc Team set up there to do what needs to be done by our Herc members in Holdport.”

  Mr Jasper looked up to his boss, and he turned back to his screen. To his keyboard with a clack, clack, space sound of touch typing. He brought it up to show The Brigadier, “We have this new Hero of Red Hen running with Jaggedy Annie, dealing with vampires. While the Psychics have been chanting about Lord Calpurnius Blood possibly rising due to a certain Lady Despoina Sanguine.”

  There was a roll of the eyes of Brigadier Cambrai, as she noted, “We don’t have Blood’s original name, but this Lady was originally Martha Smith. Honestly, vampires,” she made a little inelegant snort. “Drama queens! The whole lot of them! Mina Murray and Lucy Westenra as two of Dracula’s brood who are not evil are the same too, honestly, if I could wipe out nearly every vampire on the planet at once? Then I’d do it in a heartbeat.”

  She took another sip of her Nightshade Mocha. There was more of a clack, clack, space, clack, clack, space, and a clack, clack, space, of Howard Jasper’s keyboard. A keyboard sound mixed with the click, click, roll, click, click, roll, click, click roll of what was his mouse’s keys and the scroll wheel.

  As he wasn’t using the explicitly magical method of hacking by typing in a repetitive clack, clack, clack of a keyboard. The hacking magicks drawn from the popular culture notion of hacking and IT from popular media.

  He brought up the videos on the screen, of the fight in the nightclub, to say, “Sir, at the very least you can go to The House of Magic and show them a bunch of vampires running around a Nightclub plain of day,” he made another click, click, roll, to bring up windows of multiple forum conversations. “There are the parts of The Natural internet freaking out about The Supernatural and people trying to claim vampires don’t exist. Of the Vamps being a weird group of Powered instead of actually being vampires. Including Sorcerous Deceivers doing their own stupid attempts to maintain The Deception, like how they’ve taken down a forum discussing magic already.”

  Andromeda Cambrai flicked her eyes to the screen, to dryly comment, “Well at least we have a Moderate Majority in The House of Magic, not The Traditionalists who would be freaking out and telling us to do something. Nor a Moderniser Majority who would be coming up with some way to go against The Gods and do a full unveiling of The Deception. Even before we’d get into violating international treaties. Ones The Royal Court and Queen Jasmine the II would have to deal with as well.”

  She paused, and noted, “On the Spell-Web of The Sorcerous Specific bit of the Internet they think is secure, rather than as part of The M-Web of general Supernaturals. The parts not taken down by the Sorcerous Deceivers. How much is the general Sorcerous population freaking out about this specific sequence of events happening.”

  There was a little snort from Howard Jasper, the Mark IV Tank gave him a little glare, he apologised, “Sorry, Sir. I’ll try to stop it happening again, Sir,” and he went back on topic. “We have Sorcerers and Sorceresses of the Sorcerous freaking out of their tiny little ring reliant minds on the whole situation we’ve been in since the start of January. Let alone by this point in March, they’re screaming at their Deceivers as if their bunch of Ring Slinging Magic Users could really keep the Supernatural a secret.”

  He sighed, to easily admit, “It would almost be very amusing if MI7, if also a bit sad,” Magical Intelligence, or MI, if the label of MI7 was the common name for them, “wasn’t having to run around dealing with Magical Supremacists like The Ravagers,” The Radiant Ravagers is there full name, “trying to make a comeback and do their stupid take over the world attempt. Or some death cult like The Destroyers,” The Dauntless Destroyers is their full name, “Deciding to try to kill all of The Naturals.”

  And Brigadier Cambrai, with an annoyed breath, complained, “Or how they call The Naturals by the lovely little insulting title of The Mundanes,” there was a nod from the Analyst at the screen. “To move past The Sorcerous. If we want to know what the situation is in Holdport, I’m probably going to have to make a call to The Librarians and what they know about Not-Lord Calpurnius Blood. Because what we currently have going on from the news is The Blood Reavers getting their fangs kicked in by a new hero and an already existing hero.”

  Analyst Howard Jasper agreed, “Probably wise, Sir. Though the Psychics are pretty certain Jaggedy Annie had to be rescued by Red Hen. With a hundred percent certain of Red Hen being a Supernatural from the non-Psychic Analysis at the same time, prior to the psychics and such of Crystal Ball chipping in to back it up.”

  And no, CYOA’s everywhere. You cannot have some blank absolute magic which makes you flat out immune to all these things. You can have a higher being or lower being hiding you, there is no such perfection as will be covered on the matters of True Perfection. Of how various other higher and lower beings will be able to perceive you and plan for you. The fact is, as the Supernatural Community has already determined?

  Said CYOA’s count as one of the two types of Conceptual Magic of Nineteenth Century Magic and Post-Conceptual Magic, of what began in The Twentieth Century would rip it apart. So, if you did make said bullshit bits of fiat? The Mortal and Immortal Magicks of the lower planes would rip it apart before you needed to invoke someone to break out The Divine Magicks. Either The Infernal Arts of The Lower Realms or The Heavenly Arts of The Higher Realms of The Divine Arts.

  She nodded and stepped back, she took out a Compact Mirror in her left hand, as she held her Mocha in her right hand. Without say telekinetically floating said Mocha beside herself. The enchanted Mirror, also connected to her actual smartphone, the mirror copying and replicating it with magic, the magic mirror had a volumetric display projection snap out of it. What people would wrongly call a Hologram. Anyway, what was the projection of a grey haired woman with knitting needles in her hair bun looked at the Brigadier.

  The Head Librarian looked at her boss, and went, “Sir, what do you need?”

  “Angelica,” the Brigadier began to the woman who was Angelica Jones, “I need all the research you can get me on the self-proclaimed lord of The Vampire of Lord Calpurnius Blood. From when he was at large, during the time of his imprisonment, what we know of his current imprisonment, and potentially after he escapes his prison in Holdport.”

  Librarian Jones paused, as she looked like she swallowed a lemon, she had to check, “Sir, do you want me to contact The New Sentinel Order? They might not have as much of what was the extensive libraries of the original Sentinel Order. However, they still have a pretty large collection of books and files, so they may know more about him.”

  Brigadier Cambrai let out a little exhale of a sigh, she answered, “Go ahead, Angie. But make sure to let them know this is just a research request on a particular case, not for them to come poking their nose into Home Guard business. Make sure to note it to The Office of Sentinel in Chief of Gillian Roberts and her group, I don’t want to have them blundering into this. Nor do I want some Traditionalist MR,” Magical Representative of The House of Magic, “coming to me and saying I should let the Sentinels take over as tradition requests.”

  Angelica Jones’ blue eyes met the deep brown ones of her boss, to note, “I doubt you want me to use those exact words, what do you want me to say if one of The Sentinels goes on a fishing expedition?”

  Andromeda easily went, “Angie, what I want you to say is, ‘Fuck off, Sentinel,’ to make it in clear enough and strident enough tones.”

  There was a laugh from the old librarian, who even with the Elixir of Life mixed with Permanence Potion preferred to have her grey hair and wrinkles still. She answered, “Sir, I’ll try to put it more diplomatically than you’re allowing me to be. I’ll keep it in mind about how undiplomatic I’m allowed to be under your orders, Andie.”

  There was a nod from The Human Form Mark IV Tank, and the response of, “It’s all I ask, Angie. Now, please get it done,” there was a nod and the projection in the mirror shimmered away. The Brigadier closed her mirror, pocketed it, and took a sip of her mocha. Before she looked to another analyst, to ask, “Now, what is,” and thus the sarcasm came out, “our dear Madam Mina,” then the sarcasm faded, “doing right now? What is The Unnamed One getting into now?”

  And the female analyst at her monitor began to speak, accompanied by the sound of her computer. Of a clack, clack, space of her keyboard and a click, click, roll of her mouse. About one of The Unnamed, who couldn’t be the subject of a Prophecy. Or named within one, due to their divine patron. Though they could run around in the background of a Prophecy as an Unnamed as they usually did with various prophecies.

  To not be able to be used by The Divine Manifesto of another Higher Being or such. Nor a Named Champion of said Higher Power. Divine Black Ops when regarding fate and prophecy. In this case, Wilhelmina ‘Mina’ Murray was an Unnamed of Shezmu. As one of his Unnamed Bloody Hands as an agent of good, who was still of blood and death.

  The Home Guard went to look into the Unnamed of Miss Murray, not someone or something who would break Prophecy. Not a being who would make a Broken Prophecy, where Divine Manifesto tries to enforce itself onto reality. What is the code programmed into the fabric of reality by Higher Beings, and reality tries to follow the program. A form of reality warping enacted onto reality.

  As?

  When a Prophecy can no longer happen, it will try to work its will on the world regardless of whether it’s possible or not. To try and force its will onto reality. To make time and space bend to its whim and try to make things which cannot happen try to become real.

  A computer program of reality coding trying to execute itself, without considering how impossible it might be to make it happen now. A bit of reality warping trying to enforce a certain version of reality onto the Third Creation.

  A Broken Prophecy is itself an Eldritch Abomination and not something you want.

  Just take the computing code analogy as an analogy and is not the actual strict interpretation of the fact. The term Manifesto being made because this is what a Higher Being wants to make happen and also political in what other Higher Beings allow. It’s a bit of Reality Warping of magic trying to happen.

  The reason why most prophecies are an either or kind of set-up, not an absolute statement. What are generally being vague and having multiple interpretations. Or have not all of it said when it’s given and having updates of the extra parts once it’s already on track.

  What is the Divine Manifesto of a Higher Being or Lower Being trying to enforce its Will onto Creation. No, an Unnamed is there to make prophecies happen, or have a prophetic twist occur. A twist no one expected. An Unnamed is to not be the subject of one and to not have a rival power just to declare said Unnamed would die as a part of a Divine Manifesto.

  Mina was not an Eldritch Abomination who would break reality and have to be put down if she was going to break a Prophecy, Buffy Fanfic Community. She was not a being of chaos on a scale of being a weapon the whole Higher Being Community had treaties against creating.

  Prophecy does not work like that.

  Also, FYI, a Prophecy Breaker is not an OCP of an Outside Context Problem. They or it are not a Black Swan Event. A Breaker of Prophecy is a type of being the Higher Realms are exceedingly good at killing, people of various fandoms.

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  If a Broken Prophecy does happen, it will mean everyone on the many sides of Good and many sides of Evil have to come together to make it solve itself. Have it act like it’s actually worked to stop it from doing so, either figuratively or literally. Of some form of interpretation what stops it.

  And someone casually messing around with making a Prophecy on any of the sides of what are Good and Evil or Other? Will have everyone else in The Higher Realms and The Lower Realms getting together to stop them from screwing around with the base code of reality trying to make it happen.

  But the Home Guard looked into Miss Murray and her works to see what one of Shezmu's black ops agents was up to now. On what she was running around doing. And checking all of the enemies Mina Murray had earned in her long unlife of The Web Weavers adding her into the pattern and Loom of Fate. For her to choose to or not to choose to do per her own free will.

  Moving past Madam Mina, Brigadier Cambrai sighed, took a sip of her mocha, and she had to complain, “It’s not like the government is going to give us one of their Jet-Carriers of a Lockheed CL-1201. We’re not NAH,” National Agency of Heroes, “In the US and how old Iron Legs,” The US President, who was a former US Military Member who served in Afghanistan and was rebuilt as a cyborg super soldier, “she gave them a few Jet-Carriers for their Government Hero Department.”

  The Analyst Howard Jasper spoke up, “Ma’am, I’d like to note? The RAF, The Navy, and The RSC,” The Royal Space Core, “Horde their CL-1201s in their docks. We wouldn’t be able to get just one of the original seventies Jet-Carriers, let alone one of the Flight Threes, or one of The Flight Four Prototypes. It would be like expecting The RSC to let them use one of their birds, or one of their Stations or Platforms in orbit. It’s a nice fantasy, it’s just not going to happen.”

  The Brigadier sighed, as she had to complain, “Indeed. I just feel the need to get annoyed about a lack of Jet-Carriers for us, when other nations give their Powered Related Parts of Government versions of them. Like the old Fission Powered ones, and not the Fusion Powered ones with backup Fission Reactors. Without involving the magicks and enchantments on them to have Matter to Energy Conversion Reactors and other power sources.”

  She shook her head, and they moved on to continue to deal with issues cropping up in the night.

  [Saturday Night of 20XX]

  [Sometime in March]

  [The Crow] [The Docks]

  [Holdport] [Somerset]

  [3rd Person]

  The ship of The Crow floated out in The Docks of Holdport, near to where The River Hold came out into Holdport Bay. Of how the River’s Estuary came out in what was its two main separate channels around Holdport Pier which was connected to the rest of Holdport by bridges with lots of clearance.

  The two channels had been artificially made and engineered a long time ago in the Medieval era out of what had been Holdport’s Estuary into the bigger Bristol Channel estuary. Of how The Hold was still navigable by boats, if now most of the shipping went into The Docks now and not up The Hold.

  Due to the historically magically altered geology of this part of the south west of what should have been Minehead, had the River Hold flowing out of Tiverton Caves in Devon. And on said Alt-Earth, as what was a part of the UK?

  England had actual mountains in this alternate timeline, of Mount Tiverton not existing on other worlds, having The Hold flow out of it. Other than Black Down in Somerset as part of The Mendips was a mountain, then Mount Tiverton was one of only two actual mountains in The South West.

  Mountains not occurring in the world of Katie McCabe’s first life as Claire Cloak, nor similar worlds within The Alpha Sequence of universes, or similar universes. Universes like our own, or ones closer to it than the Sierra-Hotel Sequence.

  At least within this alternate history of Earth Sierra-Hotel-1 where things had gone differently in parts of the past, like with Elemental Earth Magic having been used to raise them up. To make them at various points in its different history to our timeline, by gods, humans, monsters, and Supernaturals. Without getting into what were the taller mountains in Wales or Scotland, or how the Himalayas and Mount Everest were higher still as the tallest mountains on said Alt-Earth.

  Holdport Bay though was similar to a horseshoe shape, with Hammer Head to the west side of it, to the east end of it was Delving Hill. Of how Holdport as a mentioned version was like a larger version of Weston-juxta-Mare’s Bay, just without the tidal weirdness of Weston’s Bay.

  To continue? The bay went all the way from the end of Hammer Head and all the way to Delving Hill was Holdport, with the docks extending out into the bay as part of it. While parts of the port faced north out into the Bristol Channel even as the parts of it on Hammer Head and Delving Hill spread inwardly into Holdport Bay. While past Delving Hill of what led into Summer Bay, a spell of warding had been placed on it to stop Naturals going to it during The Winter.

  As in Summer Bay it was always High Summer and never another season, while the Deception Magicks on it could cover it for what was Spring and Autumn? In Winter, having a hot summer’s day while the city next to it is three inches deep in snow? Is rather Deception breaking if you go and look at it.

  So the Deception made it so the Naturals didn’t visit Summer Bay during The Winter, as what was easiest. If it is for the Naturals who didn’t know about The Supernatural, how you’d have Naturals who knew of The Supernatural would go holiday there without having to leave the country. Or the same for Supernaturals doing the same to have some summer warmth.

  The fact was, said protections were nearing their end with The Unveiling of The Deception going to happen at some point for an Unveiled World and Undeceived World. And places like Summer Bay wouldn’t be hidden for much longer.

  The River Hold flowed down the middle of the city, beside what were the City’s Tower Blocks erected Post World War II after The Blitz had gutted quite a lot of the city. The gleaming White Towers, of what was claimed to be a type of Concrete but was actually the magical Living Stone of Lapideus Stone?

  They gleamed a bright white, they shone in the lights of the city, being self-maintaining, not decaying. Of what was like alabaster or Parian marble or Parian ware in the way it shone and gleamed. With their bomb shelters built into their foundations as the housing laws required after World War Two and The Blitz, and what had never been taken off the rules for new builds.

  What had been worked on after the Blitz to have anti-Bombing Spells of Warding worked into them to protect them. With all the anti-Nuclear Weapon Spells of Warding layered in all of the Counter Wards due to The Cold War. Mixed into what were the standard Spells of Warding against Matter to Energy Conversion attacks of Teleport Counter Wards. Though not the Explosion Counter Wards because of how they could break The Deception if The Naturals realised.

  Those towers joined by glittering and shining Agri-Towers, of vertical farming of aeroponics, Cultivated Meat racks, Protein Synthesiser of CO2 combined with electricity to make protein. And a bunch of other modern farming techniques of this Alt-History running since before the turn of the Millenium.

  Of what were the Shining Solar Panel clad towers with roof gardens, with not only Fusion Power added to the electricity it was also helped by the former mines around Holdport. Of using geothermal power from the water in those former mines. And of other modern green energy producing systems.

  As in the skies Quadcopter Flying Cars darted between them, Flying Quadcopter Bikes mixed in the aerial traffic in the sky. And not the Flying Cars invented out of flying brooms of a car like pod not needing quadcopters to fly and just flying from pure magical thrust. Of a glittering skyline of light, of darting and travelling vehicles. More traditional vehicles traversed the ground of the centre of the city, regardless of them being self-driving vehicles.

  The ship which was Crow it floated in one of the docks, the seemingly ordinary Cargo Ship having a subtle Awareness Shroud put over it. Just to make it stay seemingly ordinary with its cargo containers on its top deck.

  It wasn’t a ship which was actually going to move, leave, or have those containers moved. At least for now as a base of operations within Holdport. As it wasn’t there to deliver cargo. The ship’s enchanted hull allowed it to stay in the dock it was in without having to stay in a drydock for the whole time it was in Holdport. The Magicks kept it properly maintained.

  It was there as deep within the bowels of the bigger on the inside ship, was Martha Smith. Or to use her Chunni fake name of a vampire pretending to be something more important, she was Lady Despoina Sanguine. Her two second in command, David Lowell and Jaye Hunt, were working elsewhere in the ship.

  The Red ankle length Dress she wore was as fightable as Rapunzel’s Dress in Tangled, to reference a certain Twitter bit of info on fighting in dresses I remember. (And will not directly link to from here, as Twitter.) She was a Common Dracula Vampire, again not an Uncommon Dracula Vampire of what were The Book Dracula Vampires. The Uncommon Drac was a fictionalised concept who weren’t Common Dracs, if the fact is, The Uncommon has been defictionalised by people

  For what are both the Uncommon Dracs and Common Dracs if they could die? If they didn’t have some form of Absolute Immortality or Absolute Healing Factor with some kind of escape clause? Then Cold Iron through the heart and decapitation via a Cold Iron, like with a Kukri and a Bowie Knife at the same time? It would slay them as two examples of Eastern European Vampires.

  Vampires who had some vaguely Fair Folk magicks to enhance them, though not make them weak to Cold Iron in general. You’d need the Cold Iron to the Heart and Cold Iron decapitation to put a Drac down permanently and do the whole collapse into a little pile of stuffity-stuff. Instead of a Rowan Wood Stake Incapacitating them or other forms of attack damaging them. A Drac is rather hard to kill, while a Common Drac can cross Running Water unlike an Uncommon one.

  To get back on topic? Well, her reflection looked back at her in the long mirror built into the room. As Bram Stoker was the one to invent the idea of Vampires having no reflection. Not how modern vampire fiction makes out its own mythological ideas for the notion of vampires having no reflection.

  WRONG IDEAS.

  It’s as if people think the internet doesn’t exist to help with their research. But for her to look at the magic mirror used for communication, and it didn’t ping. So, she looked away from it, even as her reflection kept looking at her.

  Of the reflection of golden blonde hair. The hair almost glittering in the light, of bright blue eyes, of the traditional vampiric pale skin of a vampire who hadn’t used a tanning salon to blend in and infiltrate.

  Because unlike The Geth, Vampires do infiltrate, Mass Effect Fans.

  Of the five foot ten (177.8 cm) tall form enhanced by high heels made to be easily kicked off, and of the wine glass full of a potion made out of human blood. For it to move and swirl like red wine, however the potion was still blood. A blood potion using red wine as the base, red wine what was not a magical alcohol as it needed to be to get a Drac Vampire drunk.

  She strode to one of her minions working at a laptop on a desk. The Common Orlok Vampire who was working for her, of the classical Orlok Vampire inspired by the original film? She was a bald grey monster, with pointed ears, always glowing red eyes, always extended vampiric fangs, a lack of a nose and just holes for where the nose would be.

  Of long taloned fingers, like claws her keyboard was designed to work with instead of an ordinary keyboard, and the same for the mouse of her setup. Keyboard and mouse designed, built, and made by her using a voice interface for a 3D Printer.

  Said type of vampire was based on The Vampiric Ghoul, only with intelligence instead of being a feral monster. Like the Common Holly who is based on The Vampiric Ghoul, only a Holly Vamp looks human. The Common Hollywood Vampire shares what are the same weaknesses as The Common Orlok Vampire and The Common Vampiric Ghoul.

  The former IT worker, who’d gotten into the drug of Ghouls Blood, of a derivative called Orlok Blood? Or Orlok’s Blood as another name, and quite a few other street names. Like Liquid Courage to just use one example. Well? Ghouls Blood would turn you into eventually a Ghoul if you kept taking it, as it was actually Ghouls Blood. While Orlok Blood would do the same in turning you into a type of Orlok Vampire.

  The Orlok Vampire who was typing at the laptop was stronger than most of them would be if turned normally, as the Human Soul and the Vampiric Blood Spirit were in accord. Not fighting each other, for both souls to work together.

  A synthesis and a combination of both, as the people who took Ghouls Blood and Orlok Blood would be warped into being like the Blood Spirit in personality too. Of how said magical drugs corrupt someone who takes them as well as turning them into a type of vampire. Of warping them into a happy monster to join the Soul of a Blood Spirit which both grow in strength with their drug usage.

  She had a pair of Rings of Gyges modified to be a wristband on each of her wrists, because talons make wearing a ring harder, to protect her against Sunlight and such. Said IT Techie, who was very much still into IT and hadn’t stopped being one when she became a vampire, she looked up at the other vampire.

  “Milady,” she said to her boss of a Drac, “The situation is still as it was reported from the last time, although the forum warriors elsewhere in the Ship are doing their good work,” to do the PR about them, of how the vampires of these ones weren’t evil. And to become a vampire was a gift, and such evil rot.

  There were others making out vampires didn’t actually exist. About how the ones on the videos were just Powered and how you could be a vampire groupie in such a culture without worrying about becoming a vampire if doing so. For the cults organised by Vampires to turn people into Vampires could just be seen as just something fun.

  And non vampires of various Sorcerous of both Deceivers and non-Deceivers accidentally and not so accidentally helping out said vampires running around the internet. It has just made the situation worse, Sorcerous.

  Sanguine looked at Luna Flann, who had been Hannah Green, and nodded, “I was just checking, Luna. But if you could please go over the situation again, for when we have to brief The Five when they call us,” The Five of The Blood Reavers being Lord Ruthven, Count Dracula, Lady Carmilla, Countess Dolingen, and Sir Francis Varney. “For the status report we have to make. I’d prefer to be ready, even if they’re currently dealing with Moriarty somewhere,” Moriarty having been a failed project of The Blood Reavers and now a Vampiric Thorn in their side.

  Flann brought up a screen of a graveyard in Holdport, an old one dating to the Jasmainian Era of The Nineteenth Century, “The Hallowed Ground Graveyard still has the Mausoleum of Lord Calpurnius Blood in it,” with the name on it being Clara Graves on it, of course, as the people who had sealed him had made the whole prison for him properly, “Sealed. The Blood Sacrifice we were going to use to break the seal on the Mausoleum so we can start on the tunnels to get to his prison has been slowed. Our attempt to use the people at the Nightclub of The Horrible Goose has of course been foiled.”

  Luna Flann added, “Our backup plan for tomorrow, and the three simultaneous attacks to get sacrifices to stop these two heroes from being able to stop all three attacks is in the works,” she chuckled. “It’s time for us to go to church!” She made a little pause, “Further attempts to find a way into the specific tunnels and caverns in the Lapideus Stone and Krustallos Crystal and Quartzenate Crystal network under The City?”

  There was a sigh, then from the Orlok vampire the statement of, “Well, we can’t find a way into the specific network from an underground location. The Mausoleum is still our best shot to free him and recruit him to make The Five into The Six. If not considering the fact Sir Varney is currently working on the continent to have Countess Elizabeth Báthory become a potential member of The Blood Reavers. So instead, it could possibly be The Seven.”

  Sanguine nodded, to note, “It can’t be helped, Luna. And your work has been exceptional. When I talk with Sen—The Five,” as she corrected herself from saying Senior Management, “I will request to turn you into a Common Western instead of a Wooden,” another term for what is the Peasant Vampire of a Hollywood vampire, “or what would be a better type of vampire. While having this current form of yours being able to be transformed into if you really want to do so.”

  Red glowing eyes looked to the boss of their people in Holdport, and she bowed her head, to genuinely go, “Thank you, Milady. We honestly need to make a drug like Vampires Blood, instead of Ghouls Blood or Orlok Blood. If the people taking it were turned into Hollywood Vampires? The Wannabes would be quite willing to take it.”

  Sanguine let out an exhale, as she had to note, “Just like how Software and Programming Development for computers and IT doesn’t just happen immediately, getting Vamp’s Blood to work as an actual magical drug? Is more than just putting Hollywood Vampire Blood in a potion. The Magic Potion will take some time to develop,” she looked away, as she looked back at the mirror. And her reflection shook its head.

  She turned back to Flann, and requested, “Luna, dear. Could you go over what we know of not only Jaggedy Annie’s Powers, but this red Hen’s Powers, if you could be so kind?”

  The Orlok nodded and began to speak as she did.

  [Lore]

  [Absolute Immortality]

  Like the principles of how a curse can’t be perfect and needs an escape clause? Every form of Absolute Immortality can’t just be fiat backed bullshit and be perfect. The conditional clause is needed to make the magic work. No magic can be perfect, or if it has some perfection like souls with them being eternal plus immortal plus indestructible?

  It still has to have its own conditions, like how a Soul has to be able to feel. Or the fact nothing is ever truly gone, for good and for the bad. Or how there are Fates of the trope of, ‘And I Must Scream,’ very much around the universe.

  Do you see, Mister Conditional Clause?

  There is no such thing as a free lunch, not truly. And so, immortality if it's not Absolute, it will allow you to die. While an Absolute Healing Factor or Absolute Immortality has some kind of caveat, something to make it not perfect.

  There is no perfection, Alma Madrigal.

  And being unable to be able to eventually move on, after living a happy life? Would be a living hell, if it might take you from hundreds to thousands to millions to billion to trillions of years to realise. Or how it might take a longer span than the stretch of how long you might enjoy an immortal life.

  An Immortal may very well want to move on at some point, and Absolute Immortality with a condition may very well have someone realise the condition is too hard to meet. And, yes, immortality below what would be an Absolute is possible.

  It’s not like there aren’t many afterlives for people to move onto. Or the properties of the soul being eternal, immortal, and indestructible. Plus, for everyone and everything to have a soul. So, if you want immortality like me, you can have many different options without ending up in a Fate Worse Than Death.

  Also, it is to stop a completely unkillable monster of an immortal coming about, if the fact is, there are nigh-unkillable monsters running around. There are those Immortal Monsters with a Conditional Immortality and at best have to be entombed in an endless sleep till the Age of Humanity or another Age of such passes.

  Regardless of the specifics about immortality, True Perfection is one of those impossible properties you will not find in The Multiverse. And True Immortality is part of it.