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Reaction PARTE I Perth, Scotland, February Lucinde knew her presence was no longer necessary in São Paulo. She had organized with the local Camarilla members a force to resist the attack. Beyond that, one of her Archons was still there in case of need. Of course this alone wouldn’t be enough to stop the Sabbat’s march. She had another ace in the hole. With the sudden disappearence of Francisco de Angola as soon as the first Sabbat’s attacks arose, it became extremely easy to convince the Unaligned that, if they wouldn’t join forces with the Camarilla, theirs would be a funeral doom. Their new leader, Henri, a Gangrel once close to Francisco, immediately agreed due to the weakness the group showed after their formal leader left. There were no more obstacles capable to avoid; soon São Paulo would be a Camarilla city. It was just a matter of time until her Archon called giving the news. Knowing the situation was going well in South America’s largest city, at that moment Lucinde was thinking about how being Ventrue clan’s Justicar never ceased bringing new oblications and problems to solve. Perth had registered some cases that threatened the Masquerade: night creatures attacks, leaving teared up bodies in the middle of the street. Normally, it was up to the local Prince to deal with this kind of subject, but nobody knew from him for two nights. It was always the same. The Justicars always ended up having to clean the garbage of incompetent Princes. Worried with her new problems, the Alastor received her Archon’s call in that Carnaval Saturday evening with relief. But it only lasted until she opened the phone and listened to what followed her "hello". "Milady, it’s hell! Tha Sabbat came way stronger than we expected! There’re explosions, mureders, blood all over! The damn city is a mess! We need-- oh, shit", Lucinde heard a boom that almost made her Beast drawn from within her. "The city is in pieces! You must return now!" "Damn it, Joaquim! What about all we had planned, the Primogen council, the Unaligned...?" "The Unaligned vanished! No one knows what happened-- well, you motherfu--" The call was shut down. The instants that went through to Lucinde absorb all the situation and think of a rough plan was enough to Joaquim called again. Or, at least the call came from his cellphone. The voice, though, was Henri’s. "The city will be ours!" Click. In São Paulo, while walking among the ashes and inert bodies that once was a respected group of São Paulo vampires (that had followed him to a haven crowded with Sabbat Kindred), he thought about how no one could ever say it was easy. More than once, he wanted to give up and tell everyone to fuck up. But now, with such satisfactory results, Henri felt rewarded. There was no doubt left, it payed to spend the last ten years conquering Francisco de Angola’s trust. It payed to give up the granted respect in the Sabbat to live in the dissimulative freedom of a group that claimed neutrality. It payed to learn the dirty disciplin of the Gangrel and deny his noble Lasombra inheritage for years. Yuri would retribute him well. Read the prologue Back to the Master page |