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you guys literally couldn’t handle my unpopular Jojo opinions because if I told you guys that I liked Enya the Hag I’d be hung from the lamps in the street
No One Lives Forever- CH8
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Stardust Crusader Wolf Pack AU
[From the beginning- CH1]
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Unearthly light illuminated the ballroom floor causing the occupants to glow in their finery. Women in gowns and men in suits more suited for the fashion scene of a century ago promenade up and down the hall. Most look to be enjoying themselves, laughing and smiling with glazed eyes as if they’ve had too much to drink. Others however, glance around with terrified eyes, expressions frozen in false joy and forced smiles on their faces. The collars on their necks keeping them compliant and from making a run for freedom.
Others watch from the darkened corners, hungry eyes seeing clearly through the magic fog settled over the ballroom. Cruel laughter and smiles mocking the dancers as they feast and chatter to themselves. An old woman pushes her way through a group of these sycophants, her cane tapping on the marble floor out of rhythm with the music played by unseen musicians.
She hobbles her way past the others directly to the grandest feast table in the hall, laden with meats and fruits and drink. Bypassing all of this and the other occupants of the table she makes her way to the man sitting at the head on his throne.
“My Lord. My sincerest apologies but I’m afraid there is an issue that requires your immediate personal attention.” The crone bows as best she can with her crooked spine, her staff the only thing keeping her on her feet.
The man’s red orange gaze narrows on her for a moment, the only indication of his temper before he schools his expression again. He carefully sets his utensils down and she suppresses a shiver at the selection of obviously humanoid meats in front of him and on display on the banquet table. “Enyaba, I hope you realize this is neither the time nor place to discuss business? What could be so important as to interrupt my meal?” a trick question for sure, how to answer without angering him. He smirks at his little trap for the witch, a cruel smile spreading on his face.
“My Lord. I would never think to disturb you unless the matter was of the utmost urgency.”
“Very well. If you insist the matter truly cannot wait, I’ll trust your judgment. Let us retire to the study.” With a wave of his hand they are transported to the hall outside the ballroom. Dio looks winded for a moment before he straightens and leads Enyaba down the hall to his private study. Tapestries lined the hallway, depicting the former rulers of this realm in their prime. Flower motifs and depictions of nature surrounding the images of the long-gone summer court seem to move on their own when one looks away. Although this passage was kept mostly clean, it was a never-ending task picking up stray rubble and dust from the deteriorating stonework of the ceiling. Delicate carvings of branches and leaves in the stone proving too brittle to withstand time without constant maintenance.
The study Dio leads her to is more of a library, ancient tomes and relics lining shelf after shelf, most covered in a thick layer of dust and more unlucky ones buckled and toppled beneath their burdens. Only the ones immediately surrounding a grand desk and chair were cleared and kept in good condition. Dio takes his place in the ornate chair and motions Enyaba forward to share the news urgent enough to interrupt him.
“It’s about the hunting and scouting teams you dispatched my lord. We’ve lost contact with both of them.” Enyaba grips her staff as she delivers the bad news, watching Dio’s reactions carefully for signs of a violent outburst. His satisfied smirk turns into a frown as he takes in the information.
“The scouting team and my hunters? The scouts were an expected loss sending them that close to the Zeppeli territory, but what has happened to the others?” His voice remains calm on the surface but Enyaba has known her Lord long enough to pick up on the undercurrent of frustration he carries. She motions to the table where a large map of New York and the surrounding states takes up the majority of the surface. With a wave of her hand the small figure of a spyglass that was placed outside of New York City is recalled to her hand.
She turns over the figure in her clutches as she addresses Dio, “Yes, the scouts served their purpose well before they were found out. The last report indicated the Joestar pack had almost completely left New York City, only the matriarch, Suzie, stayed behind with the Zeppeli’s. The concerning loss is the hunting troop in the north west.” At her words the figurine depicting a bow and quiver slides over the map to rest in a small upstate town. “This is their last known location, the last report indicated that your gift was working well. Kavinsky was able to identify a wolf hiding among humans thanks to your gift and was preparing his men to give chase. Perhaps we put too much faith in his abilities…”
“You question my judgement, Enyaba? Need I remind you I selected him personally and bestowed my gift on him?” Dio stares at Enyaba with a dangerous glint in his eyes.
“No! Of course not my Lord! I…”
“Silence.” He hisses at her as he leans forward in the chair and grips the arms hard enough that the wood creaks. Her mouth snaps shut at his order and it seems to appease him for now. Leaning back in his chair he continues, “I will give you this single opportunity to explain yourself, witch. Do not disappoint me.”
“I… just… You gave him a powerful gift my Lord. Humans are not known for their resilience of mind when presented with that kind of power. Could it have changed him, altered his motivations? Caused him to betray you?”
“Ordinarily this would be a concern, yes. But the gift I bestowed on him to better track wolves was not the only magic I cast. He was bound to me through an oath on his soul. Kavinsky’s greed for money outweighed his greed for magic. No, he would not have defied me before he had received his payment in full.” He eyes the spyglass figure still clutched in Enyaba’s hands and looks back to the map and the figures still in play. He plucks the hunter’s figurine from the table. “Tell me, do you believe in destiny?” He doesn’t give her time to respond as he continues, “The Joestars disappear from my view and suddenly my hunters are unaccounted for as well. It seems fate has finally stepped in to guide me to my destiny.”
He laughs lowly as he drops the figurine to the table. “Gather my court to me Enyaba. The final plan in my century long quest for revenge is finally ready to be put into play. Send the remaining scouts to the area,” he taps the map where the hunters had been, “and gather my generals. Fear not, you shall be rewarded for your service as promised.”
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Author’s Note:
Shorter chapter this week, but I’m happy with how much plot I was able to pile in. New writing system is working well for me so we are on track for weekly Wednesday updates!
Thank you to everyone who’s submitted names for the bad guy(s)! In true JoJo fashion the last names will be based on bands/music artists.
No One Lives Forever- CH16
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Stardust Crusader Wolf Pack AU
[From the beginning- CH1]
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A dwindling number of party attendees twirl on the ballroom floor, weaving between light and shadow of the burnt-out candles of the chandeliers overhead. Intoxicated stumbling of patrons is compounded with the hazards of broken flooring and the occasional chunk of ceiling falling onto the gathering. From the darkest shadows otherworldly creatures lurk closer to the festivities, ready to pluck dancers from the crowd as they pass.
The main feast table is more barren than ever, scraps of meats and heels of bread leftover on large platters. The fresh dishes lack the elegance and garnish of before and are now immediately recognizable as humanoid. Other body parts belonging to werewolves and other supernatural creatures are intermingled on the plates, the chefs apparently uninterested in disguising or cooking the hunted game.
The witch Enyaba makes her way to the lone figure at the head of the feast table, her cane clacking over stones as she ignores and passes the creatures of the dark. In contrast to his deteriorating surroundings, Dio seems to radiate energy, his eyes sharp as ever as they fall on the witch. He waits patiently like a snake coiled to strike as she bows before him and awaits his signal to rise.
“Arise, Enyaba.” Dio says with a chuckle, “What news do you bring me this time?”
“My Lord, some of the foot soldiers sent out have successfully encountered the Joestar pack on their way back to the city. I have instructed the rest to close in and find their new den.” Enyaba grins and grips her staff tighter, “But the most exciting news is yet to come. Please, follow me and I will show you.” She turns from him and waves her hand to motion him her way.
He rises from his throne without objection and lets her lead the way through dim corridors and broken hallways. Parts of the castle are crumbling away and revealing the courtyard beyond the walls. They quickly reach Enyaba’s instrument room, a large mirror sitting center stage and surrounded by impossibly complex runes carved into the stone floor.
A quick incantation and the mirror’s surface flickers as a new image appears. The reflection of a city street takes form for only a moment before it fades and a view of what looks like a building lobby takes its place. This too fades and is replaced, the mirror cycling through images as Enyaba curses. “Damn them. They must have the protection of another sorcerer on their side. They are thwarting my attempts to see!”
“This is what you wanted me to see?” Dio’s eyes narrow as he glares at her, “You interrupt my meal for this?” he hisses.
“N-no my Lord! This is merely a setback, but this- this is what you must see.” The surface of the mirror ripples once more before setting on a new view. This one seems to be the reflection of a police car’s rearview mirror, metal caging obscuring some of the backseat and a dense forest outside its windows.
The view is suddenly shaken as something slides across the trunk of the vehicle, leaving a wet trail in the moonlight. A human-ish hand is the only thing clearly visible as a shadow follows the path of the thrown object. Its fingers give away the fact that this shade is clearly not human though, easily twice the size of a normal human hand and tipped with wicked claws. A single reflective eye is visible as the creature turns for a brief moment towards the mirror before it is gone out of view again.
Dio is startled from the vision as Enyaba cackles and pointe her cane at the mirror. “Ha! Behold my masterwork- my greatest creation yet!” Dio quickly composes himself before the old witch turns to him, ignoring the uncomfortable bead of sweat that rolls down the back of his neck.
“This creature, your ‘masterwork’. How exactly is this of benefit to me?”
“Ah, this is the next phase of my plan, my Lord. While the expendable lesser creatures search and aim to flush out the Joestars, this creature will instead act as a lure. You see, my child and the silver wolf Polnareff share a common history, though they have not yet met in person.”
“And you are confident this… thing will be enough to defeat my enemies?”
“You have my word, my Lord! My son and the other assassin I sent to these woods will be the demise of the entire Joestar pack. Yes, yes,” Enyaba rubs her hands together as she chuckles to herself, “My son the wendigo will make quick work of whomever he encounters.”
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The waning mood provided little light as the state trooper tried desperately to reach his car. The dispatcher had warned of the possibly dangerous scenario, but nothing could have prepared him and his partner for the scene they stumbled upon.
The cabin door had been ripped from its hinges before they arrived, light from inside spilling out over the porch illuminating numerous puddles of blood, a trail leading to the woods surrounding the camp. With pistols drawn, the officers first searched the cabin but no signs of life were found. The interior looks undisturbed, the occupants not able to reach its safety in time.
The officer quickly put a call in for more backup before turning to investigate the entry to the woods where the blood trails led. Approaching slowly and taking care to scan the environment was not enough to save the first officer from the creature that lunged from the shadows with a hideous shriek.
Blood sprays across the second officer’s face and chest before his instincts take over and he tries to retreat to the safety of the squad car. He’s not fast enough and the creature outpaces him within a few steps and suddenly he’s airborne from the force of the hit to his side, he slides across the back of the car and is barely conscious enough to turn over to face his attacker. A scream bubbles in his chest as the last sight he sees is a skeletal humanoid with razor sharp teeth in its protruding maw descending upon him to strike the killing blow.
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Author's Note:
Yup, DIO up to no good. I decided to make the hanged man into the scariest creature I know of just in time for Halloween! I got my rhythm back for writing, real life has been in flux for a while of work requirements changing, roommate moving in, I got side tracked by some craft projects (still jojo related, cant escape the jojo brain-rot). BUT I have a production plan in place again, I'm planning on posting a new chapter every other weekend!
Also if you have any questions or want some info about this AU in general feel free to send me some asks! I'd love to talk about this more in-depth!