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All that work, and it had been for nothing. They were here, and they were ready to collect what was due. And while Cal may have fought alongside his brother to keep his family at bay, Caliban had taken a different choice. Caliban had known how hopeless it was to resist. He'd known it for a long time, only Niko had done all he could to tell him otherwise.

But things changed. People changed. Demons changed. All hope had long been lost at the very moment he'd realised that escape was an impossibility. Tumulus was a bigger place than you could imagine. And one explosive wasn't ever going to be enough to rid the world of their kind.

His kind.

They killed for fun, and this was exactly what it was. Red eyes. Pale skin. No, red too. Almost black. The blood had long since become a second skin. One he wasn't willing to give up so easily.

A sound as sharp as blades, and just as likely to draw blood. Caliban was speaking in a language that turned pale heads and red eyes towards him. The area glows grey as each and every one of them open a gate of their own. And then the area is deserted, leaving nothing but bodies in their wake. The fun had died out the moment the sheep had.

The scenery changes around them. A reset. It's Central Park again, and already people are screaming. Caliban sneers with an expression to rival the creatures around him.

"Unworthy."

[ooc: fffff replies will be slow 'cause i'm braindead and it's nearly 2am >__>]