Fulgrim
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Ancient Things and Modern Failures
Winter. Depending on where you came from, the word evoked cold, the idea of comfort within a warm space in your residence, perhaps even cuddling next to a fireplace to enjoy your evening. This was not the case now that you were stationed in Central America. The Guatemalan weather offered not only a still warm feeling in the air, but severe humidity and rain as well.
Why you were here was not for a simple vacation, at least not for most. You got a letter, perhaps in your mail, or someone approached you to speak about it. It didn't matter what method of communication you used, or if you used any at all, somehow, some way, someone found you, and you received the message.
An important businessman associated to some sort of conglomerate named EtoLabs, had a very delicate problem he needed you to handle. Close to the archaeological center of Tikal, stood the properties of EtoLabs, a private and extremely exclusive resort called Luz de Ixchel, as well as some sort of gargantuan storage building which contained valuables and data for the higher ups who 'owned' the land. There were whispers about the land being haunted by something, some supernatural events occurred every so often, nothing major, at first, until the deaths began to occur. Dozens of workers fell at the hands of something invisible, scattered left and right as if they were discarded meat.
Despite the logical conclusion of murder being present, the majority of the wealthy people above claimed it was something from beyond, a monster or rather. many of them. Now, something lethargic and massive guarded the entrance to the storage unit, killing on sight with no chance for anyone to get past, and what was worse, they said it kept growing hourly.
Perhaps you could consider this was not your problem, that there was no reason for you to bother listening, but you were given an offer, something so tantalizing you could not simply reject it. The one that managed to purge the grounds from the demons would receive a reward, any amount of money that they desired, any sports car, any mansion and just about any amount of promises that made it all sound like a trick or scam. After all, why would anyone go out of their way to do all this?- Your doubts, would likely be dropped down the gutter as you took a closer look, and realized the envelope contained not only five thousand dollars, but also a plane ticket for a first-class flight straight to the Airport Flores, a ride to your destination and a notification that your room was paid and ready for your arrival.
Whether you decided to go for the money, the curiosity of what was waiting, the desire to eradicate something as strong as they described or simply your wish to knock some sense of rich jerks didn't really matter, you were here, at the lobby of said place as you gathered along with others like you, exorcists.
Some seemed experienced, others looked as if they were complete newbies or worse, fakers who could be seen sweating at the sight of how much competition they had. Standing on the large set of stairs was Bartley McLane, having an oddly happy disposition despite the circumstances, behaving as if it all was some sort of game show and the exorcists were his audience as he tapped the microphone in his hand, testing it while getting the attention from the eager spiritists.
"Thank you." He rose his voice, practiced yet nervous as if he was embarrassed to speak in public.
"I and those present representing EtoLabs thank you greatly for being present at Luz de Ixchel today. I hope the complimentary meals were of your liking- Anyway. We must now get into why we are here, right?" He paused, looking at the crowd.
"All the terrain around is, as you know, infested with some unwanted visitors, I'm sure some of you already saw them, or dealt with some. Knowing this, we require you to continue clearing up our grounds until they are aaaaalll gone for good."
He nodded to himself, pacing a bit further up onto the stairs, focusing on a few of the exorcists that stood out most.
"And, while we shall reward each for your efforts, remember, we will greatly reward the one who ensures the big one is done. That should be all, remember to keep count and report back to our staff in order to provide the fair reward you will all earn. Stay safe!" He said, tone slightly more upbeat than when he began.
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From the very back, Margo, a mountain of a man stood, eyes observant behind a thin curtain of his hair, arms bandaged with rags and his weapon slung over his shoulder defensively, he was, in fact, one of the exorcists who had already dealt with a couple of the things that roamed the surroundings of the building. He found himself concerned with something else, mainly the fact that those things weren't only outside.
He saw a tall, lanky figure slink around on a hallway when he was exploring the place upon his arrival, disappearing despite him giving it chase, not to mention the strange spots appearing on the walls every so often. The man speaking was hiding away the fact that this place was in far worse shape than he let on, probably a way to keep the workers from escaping before it was dealt with.
The young man looked at his surroundings, searching for others who weren't as relaxed, perhaps sticking close to others who were aware of the present danger would be helpful.
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