Fog swept through the City of London, heading from the east, covering everything and anything in its path. Thick white shapeless clouds roamed just above the floor. A tall man, thin and lithe, stood against one of the many brownstones that littered the crowded streets of London. Draconis the Earl of Demsby. At least that is what he was known as in this time period. He sighed as he watched the fog descend with a heavy heart. He knew what was coming.
"Hello Lord Draconis." Draconis took a long drag of his cigarette as he heard the vile, scaly voice of his Transylvanian friend. The voice that brought forth death, blood, and carnage wherever he went. The voice that still gave him nightmares every night.
"Vladimir Strove. I haven't seen you in decades." Draconis said as he looked up and down Vladimir's lithe form. It had been a peaceful past couple of decades.
"The fog comes again as it had done so many years ago when the world was new," Vlad said, a cruel smile gracing his lips.
"The winds flow from the East," Draconis said nodding at the fog Vladimir licked his lips as he watched the fog flow. "It has been so long since we've tasted the flesh of a dragon from the East."
"You are both fools." Vlad and Draconis looked up at the new voice. We watched as the girl of nightmares, with raven hair clad head-to-toe leather, jumped down from the roof of the building we had been leaning against.
"Zenna. I was rather hoping to never lay eyes on you again." Vladimir said.
"And there you go thinking small yet again." Zenna drawled. "The fog is blowing from the East and West. Twin Dragons." Zenna said triumphantly.
Vladimir smiled hugely. "That is good news." He said. "Well get ready for some bad news." A boy in his mid-twenties said walking up to them with his hands in his waistcoat. His face was halfway covered by a hat, but his sharp silver eyes narrowed on the three of them.
"These weren't borne dragons. They were cursed by a witch, which means they will be protected." The boy said. Draconis scowled.
"So it will be many, many years before we will be able to even come near them?" Draconis said.
"The waiting will make them taste even sweeter," Vlad said glancing sideways at Draconis.
"As will the hunt," Zenna said looking at Draconis as well.
"That may be so," Draconis said, his lips thinning to a straight line. He knew what both of those would mean. Many, many a year among the company of psychopaths.
"When was the last time we had a hunt like this?" Vlad mused.
"The early years of Knights and Kings." The boy said raising an eyebrow.
"Ah, the good old days, Gabriel," Vlad said to the boy, as he scowled at his accursed name. he was given the unfortunate name of the Angel Gabriel the right hand of God. And yet he had found himself in the company of scoundrels and ruffians all for the love of one girl. He glanced at the girl in question. Zenna was indeed every bit as beautiful as she was scary. And he had loved her ever since he was a boy. He would follow her anywhere. Zenna glanced back at Gabriel once before she looked skyward to where the fog was thickest. A hunt was about to begin. But who would be the victor had yet to be seen.