[ Chapter I (1): "BEELZEBUB, LORD OF THE FLIES VS. THE LINDBERGH GANG" ]
The Lindbergh Gang isn't famously known for manpower, for infamy, for wealth, or even for respect. Very un-ordinary and unlike the other gangs roaming the vast sea that is California. [ "Loser feeds the kids." ]
But what they do is worse than any other gang could do combined, as they are a gang that works in the shadow as much as they can. To kidnap children. Dozens of children at a time. [ "Bet. I'm all in!" ]
[ "Hah! I knew it, you fool! You fell for the oldest trick in the book." ] And at the moment, they are deciding who would feed those said children by playing Blackjack. The 3rd player has a straight 21 on him.
[ "Fuck." ] The 1st has a 19.
[ "Shit." ] The 2nd folded early ago, he has a King of Spades and a 3.
[ "Crap!" ] And lastly, the smallest of the kidnappers has a 20, of course he lost. And he's the one who bet all in— all 23$ in.
[ "Hah, hah. I'm eating good tonight!" ] The 3rd player in joy, took all the money and gave a small little dance as a sign of mockery. [ "Guess who's feeding the kids tonight, not me! Hah!" ]
[ "Yeah, yeah. Fuck off, Scarface. Fuck off." ] Grumbling to himself, the man who lost the bet was salty by the fact that he needs to feed the kids; a tiring job, because he first needs to buy food at the grocery, which is a 10 minute walk from their hideout.
About to stand up and do his thing, the said kidnapper became annoyed due to something flying near his ear— a constant buzzing, and when he hit it with his palm, he noticed a sickly looking fly.
[ "Ugh, stupid fly." ] Very un-ordinary looking fly, and it's not solely because the said thing isn't releasing any red blood after death. But also because the thing looks deformed.
[ "Huh... what the hell are these?" ] About to investigate further, he couldn't, as he and the others heard something from far away dropping and hitting the floor loud; easily gaining their attention. [ "Who the fuck!?!" ]
Words caught in their throat, as the four thugs stationed at the outpost froze up, their gaze landing on the main entrance of their building. The door to it bashed open, destroyed, but the real problem is what comes through that door.
[ "Holy shi- bees!" ]
[ "They're flies you idiot!" ]
[ "I don't give a fu- A-AHHH!!" ]
And that is hundreds of thousands of insects— flies to be precise, flying, all directed at them which caused widespread panic all-over. Quick decision making was placed onto their heads, and they chose the easiest option. [ "Run!" ]
The thugs abandoned hope on firing at the said flies, precisely because the flies count is easily on the thousands, and also because they'll die even before they could get a shot in. These men are cowards, and they value their lives first and foremost.
But sadly enough, their running wasn't enough as they easily get crowded by the said flies. Which then bit all-over their body without mercy, but surprisingly enough, they weren't killed. [ "Great work Beelzie, I'll get you some fresh cow carcasses later." ]
And that is thanks to a certain someone in grey clothing, a superhero— though he doesn't think he is one, coming through their wrecked, eaten door, stepping on it actually using his dark boots.
Timothy, aka. The Living Sanctuary strides through the house with ease, observing the layout of the place all the while, easily displeased due to the lack of furniture. So to lighten his mood, he drank from his coffee.
[ "Sorry about the damage, I'll pay you guys later. After you all get arrested that is." ] He thought about it for a second, eyeing the gagged, heavily bitten group of gangsters; all looking at him with fear. [ "Do you guys accept cash, credit, or checks?" ]
On the second thought, they might not need it behind bars, so why bother? So instead of waiting for them to answer. [ "I don't care either way, here's cash." ]
Timothy instead pulled out a wad of cash and threw it at the nearest floating thug, in the face before then the flies all surrounding the man again, binding him on the floor. [ "It hurts...!" ] This time, the mouth area is open for communication.
[ "I know right, Beelzie's flies are a mirror to his hunger, so, yeah, he's really hungry at the moment." ] Perhaps the funniest part here is not the fact that the child kidnappers are bonded by thousands of flies, but it's that, there's an oversized, hundred pound fly with a crown, acting like a cute harmless piglet. [ "Say hi, Beelzie." ]
[ "Wh-what the fuck are you?!!" ]
[ "What you mean? I'm the hero." ] Isn't this the 4th time he has been asked this question today, and funnily enough, this is his first day at work. [ "And unless you want to be fly food, then you better tell me where the missing children are. You feelin' me?" ]
For a second the kidnapper stared at his friends, all staring at him in wide horror, their bodies bonded and bloated by the sheer quantity of flies on top of them. And then at the fat fly, staring at him in curiosity, scaring him greatly. [ "I-I'll talk, fuck, I'll talk! I promise I-I'll tell you everything I know!!" ]
[ "Great answer." ] Timothy fed Beelzebub his cup of coffee, which the other then gobbled up in seconds. Scaring the criminal greatly, to the point that he peed a little, yellow liquid dripping on the floor. [ "Lol, that's fucking disgusting, bro." ]
While laughing, Beelzebub who's curious about the mysterious liquid took the opportunity to have a taste. Which he then loved, lapping it all up before anyone could ever do something to stop him. [ "No, no, don't drink that. That's dirty!" ]
When Timothy noticed this, he immediately stopped him, scooping up the heavyweight booger, moving him away from the pee amidst the sounds of dismay. [ "I'll give you high quality blood later to drink, okay." ]
[ "Hey, where's the children?" ]
[ "O-on the basement, s-sir!" ] The criminal paused, feeling something crawl inside his clothes an uncomfortable feeling. [ "I-I have the keys for the cages, i-it's in my pockets." ]
The said thug wanted to get on the good side of this new superhero he has never heard of before, and to also not get eaten, but perhaps adding the last part wasn't necessary. As it agitated the man rather than do the intended effect.
[ "Cages? What do you mean by that? You guys lock the kids in fuckin' cages!?!" ] Angered by the thought, Timothy didn't even wait for a second as he then whispered to Beelzie to command the flies for a search. [ "Search the place, Beelzie." ]
Following his command, his lovely companion did just that and made a noise that attracted all the undead flies around the area. Leaving the clusterfuck that is the kidnappers, to search the house.
And searched they did, as they buzzed all around the area, eating any and all furniture, and decorations along the way to quicken the search for the missing children.
And find they did, as hundreds or so of undead flies find a bookshelf, making light work of it as they then revealed a heavily fortified metal door. [ "Eat though it." ] He ordered, but the flies didn't move.
Beelzebub made noise and only then did they finally do so, all the other flies except for some, then flew to the metal door eating it piece by piece as per command. Only stopping when the said door was reduced to nothing, [ "What the..." ]
The Superhero Dispatch Network, the private organization that deals with common crime to serious ones. They get calls from subscribers to do things; surprisingly, one, two, three, and even four subscriber reported child kidnapping.
Very unlike the normal kidnappings, as this one doesn't have a follow-up call for a ransom or something. But what they did find was a trace, a small trace; due to the lack of available superheroes at Torrance.
The Living Sanctuary, the name given to Timothy Grey, was sent to investigate. Surprisingly enough, he quickly found a lead; he found a man, chased him, wring him dry for information and now he's here. Realizing the true extent of cruelty that evil men can truly accomplish. [ "fuck." ]
As at the moment dozens of children, easily surpassing 20, in varying ages could be seen inside their own separate cages with stickers stamped on each one— like Lily B., Melissa P., or even Lawrence A.
[ "I-is it feeding time?" ]
[ "P-please don't hurt me." ]
[ "I want my mommy." ]
[ A: KILL THE KIDNAPPERS ]
[ B: SPARE THE KIDNAPPERS ]
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[ FUN FACT: The original meaning for Necromancy isn't about commanding an army of skeleton or zombies, no, Necromancy means nekros (dead, corpse) and manteia (divination) in greek. In short, Necromancy is communing with the dead, talking or interacting with them, and not what popular media say they are. ]
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