birth of venus
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LAZARUS CITY.
"Behold, the day of the LORD comes, cruel, with wrath and fierce anger, to make the land a desolation and to destroy its sinners from it."
- Isaiah 13:9
"Behold, the day of the LORD comes, cruel, with wrath and fierce anger, to make the land a desolation and to destroy its sinners from it."
- Isaiah 13:9
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Red and blue lights illuminate the scene of the bloodbath.
Through the floor to ceiling windows of a luxurious home, police cruiser lights flashed sharply between the two hues, and the blood staining the tile floor would disappear in the swath of red for just a moment - a respite for the weeping widow left behind, giving her a split second's grace before blue would flash and reveal the truth of the scene. And the truth was...puzzling. Horrible, disgusting, unsightly, so many nauseating words to describe the utter depravity of it all. But when one looked beyond the gore and viscera, it was simply a puzzle that needed solving.
What was once a woman laid bloodied and broken in the grand tub of the master bathroom. Red poured over the sides of the porcelain, soap bubbles and rose petals and blood flooding over the tile as the luxurious jets still ran. The seasoned detectives on the scene made the poor rookie cop step across the mess on the floor just to turn off the water function. Further strewn upon the floor was a broken bottle of champagne, half melted candles accidentally knocked out of their romantic placement alongside the tub's edge, and shreds of her hair that looked to have been ripped directly from her scalp.
They could find no signs of forced entry. There was an indication, of course, that the scene had meant to be a romantic night for two. Even more curious, the other half of the pair was nowhere to be found, but the detectives had a very strong idea of who it was. The house was that of Theodore Bettencourt, a well-known vampire politician who had been entrenched in more scandals than anything worth positive praise throughout his career. He was gone with the wind, and his wife had been the one to stumble upon the body when she arrived home from a girl's trip for the weekend.
The unfortunate reality of it all was that the torn up nobody that Donna Bettencourt found in her bathtub that fateful night would never be identified, but deeply missed by her own friends and family. In an effort to quickly cover up the crime, the influence and deep pockets of the Bettencourts made it that the only incident that occurred was simply a false alarm and no danger was present. Her bathroom was scrubbed clean, and there was no paper trail.
A headline appeared 48 hours later. MAYORAL CANDIDATE THEODORE "TEDDY" BETTENCOURT MYSTERIOUSLY FOUND DEAD IN WORK OFFICE.
His body emaciated, almost skeletal in appearance, a layer of dust that very well could have been his last breath. Bettencourt died in an obvious case of starvation, and as a result, the city shuddered. For they knew that no vampire would willingly starve themselves. And there was no explanation for his disappearance days before. The city whispered as news traveled far and wide, fingers were pointed as people theorized possible events that led up to the death.
The days stubbornly continued on, despite tensions in the city rising more and more. Streets that were once bustling with people were now quieter - people trekked mutedly to work, and others began to fear public transportation. To those who had just arrived or had no idea of what laid behind the surface, Lazarus seemed like any other bustling metropolis in its quieter months. It was truly a utopia once upon a time, something out of a dream almost. But the residents knew better, knew of the darkness that had slowly but surely taken over their once peaceful home.
Through the floor to ceiling windows of a luxurious home, police cruiser lights flashed sharply between the two hues, and the blood staining the tile floor would disappear in the swath of red for just a moment - a respite for the weeping widow left behind, giving her a split second's grace before blue would flash and reveal the truth of the scene. And the truth was...puzzling. Horrible, disgusting, unsightly, so many nauseating words to describe the utter depravity of it all. But when one looked beyond the gore and viscera, it was simply a puzzle that needed solving.
What was once a woman laid bloodied and broken in the grand tub of the master bathroom. Red poured over the sides of the porcelain, soap bubbles and rose petals and blood flooding over the tile as the luxurious jets still ran. The seasoned detectives on the scene made the poor rookie cop step across the mess on the floor just to turn off the water function. Further strewn upon the floor was a broken bottle of champagne, half melted candles accidentally knocked out of their romantic placement alongside the tub's edge, and shreds of her hair that looked to have been ripped directly from her scalp.
They could find no signs of forced entry. There was an indication, of course, that the scene had meant to be a romantic night for two. Even more curious, the other half of the pair was nowhere to be found, but the detectives had a very strong idea of who it was. The house was that of Theodore Bettencourt, a well-known vampire politician who had been entrenched in more scandals than anything worth positive praise throughout his career. He was gone with the wind, and his wife had been the one to stumble upon the body when she arrived home from a girl's trip for the weekend.
The unfortunate reality of it all was that the torn up nobody that Donna Bettencourt found in her bathtub that fateful night would never be identified, but deeply missed by her own friends and family. In an effort to quickly cover up the crime, the influence and deep pockets of the Bettencourts made it that the only incident that occurred was simply a false alarm and no danger was present. Her bathroom was scrubbed clean, and there was no paper trail.
A headline appeared 48 hours later. MAYORAL CANDIDATE THEODORE "TEDDY" BETTENCOURT MYSTERIOUSLY FOUND DEAD IN WORK OFFICE.
His body emaciated, almost skeletal in appearance, a layer of dust that very well could have been his last breath. Bettencourt died in an obvious case of starvation, and as a result, the city shuddered. For they knew that no vampire would willingly starve themselves. And there was no explanation for his disappearance days before. The city whispered as news traveled far and wide, fingers were pointed as people theorized possible events that led up to the death.
The days stubbornly continued on, despite tensions in the city rising more and more. Streets that were once bustling with people were now quieter - people trekked mutedly to work, and others began to fear public transportation. To those who had just arrived or had no idea of what laid behind the surface, Lazarus seemed like any other bustling metropolis in its quieter months. It was truly a utopia once upon a time, something out of a dream almost. But the residents knew better, knew of the darkness that had slowly but surely taken over their once peaceful home.
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