"So ..."
" Hmmm? Oh yeah , about that case in Canada. So what happened was ....
Three days prior,
Quebec, Canada
" Demon, he's a demon"
" Die you monster, die die die die die...Why won't you just die?"
No matter where you are, no matter how far, ~ don't worry baby, just call my name ...
" Man that's just rude. Is that how you treat guests up here?" Said the boy, jumping over the two gunmen,
"2 TON SMASH!!"
his weight increasing drastically as he crushed their skulls underfoot, bullets reflecting off of his stone skin.
Ya don't have to worry,~ cuz baby there ain't no mountain high enough, ain't no valley low enough~
"Now where's the control room? Oh there it is." He pointed out to no one in particular.
Taking a runner's stance he channeled his divine blessing, reducing his weight to that of a feather. He took off at full speed towards the barricaded door and changed his weight to 1 ton at the last second, barrelling through the door and straight into the mercenary leader.
Ain't no river wide enough, to keep me from coming for you baby~ ooh oooh yeah
" Monsieur Blanc! No no no no no... This can't be happening to me.. this can't be happening to me no no no....." Cried the middle aged senator as he shrunk into a crouch and retreated to a corner.
" Now senator, why don't you start talking before I turn you into the world whiniest lunchable." He said grinding his stony teeth, "Who was responsible for the murder of Emily Brown? And why aren't you shaken by your own daughter's death? Who did you sell your soul to you sick bastard?"
Present day
Dwarka, Gujarat
" So let me get this straight, he sold his soul to win the election and sacrificed his daughter's life to get his soul back from the cult of Chernobog? Do you take me for a fool? Are you sure he wasn't lying?"
" He sure didn't look like he was lying. He was pissing himself, begging for his life. I don't think lying was anywhere on his mind."
" Well, I for one know that Chernobog and his stupid little cult don't make shady backdoor deals. They are lunatics alright, but they aren't known for soul contracts. Someone's trying to throw us off their trail."
"Maybe these incidents are just random. Freak accidents. Or maybe just hysteria. People can go crazy sometimes ya know?"
" No, this is a world wide effort with impeccable planning. There is some some nefarious mischief afoot here. Anyways, get out. We are here."
Praharsh looked around, taking in the surroundings, a cool sea breeze blowing past him.
They had stopped at a remote beach on the other side of the city
" What are we out here for. All I can see is the sea for miles and miles."
" We aren't here for anything. You are here to retrieve a certain artifact from the sunken ruins of Dwarka." Said his master, propping himself on a beach chair.
" What artifact?" He asked.
"The jewel of Ashwatthama. Here's the map of the ruins. There's an oxygen tank in the trunk of the cab. Be quick though, we need to be in Sao Paolo by sundown tomorrow. We can't afford to waste time here. Chop chop dear boy, what are you staring at. Get to work."
Ugh. We came all the way here and I can't even ogle babes on the beach. Man, today just sucks..