Prologue:

Thump-thump,thump-thump, thump thump goes the sound of Zeke's  rapid hearthbeat. It is all he hear as he runs for his life. Behind him, an eldritch abomination pursues him, Something woven from the corpse of the dead, strait out of a serial killer's mind.

Around them, the few person still roaming the street of montreal by night stares confused at him, wondering what is up with the man running into terror, oblivious to the monster in his toes.

They are sleepers, those who do not - or refuse to - Aknowledge the beings that hails from the outer dark that roams this world and some would say, controls it...

But Ezekiel see them, for they are all too real.

Behind him, the creatures grows closer and closer by the seconds. It is hungry, for him. Hungry to grow larger by consuming his being...Using his powerful legs, it leaps at it's target, to catch it with it's claws

Avoiding narrowly the poucing monster, the man turned sharply to the left into an alleyway letting his pursuer trample one of the many parked car instead. Leaving the car as little more than a mass of scrap, it turned toward the narrow alley, barely big enought to let it pass. An alley ending onto a brickwall.

Seeing it's prey trapped, it let out a laughter, that would make a hyena's seems melodious, from it's many faces, relics of it's previous captures.

Standing defiantly, Ezekiel fell back to his only weapon left, a 32. Revolver, emptying the barrel at the monster before him. The bullet loosing themselves into the armor of flesh.

With a triumphant grin, the abomination charged forward...

As it did, it imacted into an invisible barrier. On the ground, the chalk circle flashing with power, sealing the monster inside. It could not leave, it was trapped within the mystical circle.

A female voice came from the nearby emergency stairway "I can't belive it worked"

"You mean you weren't sure!?" Answeared the voice of her partner.

"Magic's is not an exact Science Zeke. It could have been too powerful for it"

The man feel to his knees, exhausted by the fight which had ended in a run for his life. Four months ago, he wouldn't have made it. But now he was much stronger, resilient and burned with conviction in the fight against these monsters.

"Are you alright?" Asked the woman,

Between two breaths, he declared"Yeah... Just tired..."

The woman turned away from the resting man to face the monster rageing against the circle she had set to contain it. Raising her staff, carved from rosewood, inscribed with runes, She spoke words belonging to a tongue long since forgotten. Known only to a few since the fall of Babel.

"Oh outsider, you do not belong here, thy spirit shall return to the shining darkness that lies outside of creation. But thy taint shall be purged by hellfire, so you may begin anew"

As she spoke the last sylable of her evokation, fire bursted out like a geyser's. Engulfing the beast in purifing flames... When nothing but ashes remained, the circle fell. It's power fading.

"Dawn shall be there within the hour. Tonight's fight has ended."

Without a word, she helped her friend get back to their car, heading back home for much needed rest. They had yet to learn how much worse the following night would be...

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