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The moon was full, hanging in the void like a chunk of marble. The hearse arrived later than scheduled but only by a few minutes. This had given time for everyone to arrive at the cemetery. The plot that would hold Reese’s coffin had already been dug. It was right next to the grave site of his mother, father and first wife. Their gravestones had been replaced dozens of times, the bodies and coffins were most definitely degraded beyond recognition.

Alix and Sam walked up to the hearse as it parked.

“Don’t worry about it girls, Bow’s got this one.” A short red haired man walked around from the drivers seat.
“We would like to…”

“I know but werewolves gain their true weight when they go. In human form, no-ones carrying him.”

Bow slid out of the side of the car, his extremities popping out of his torso as he got the space to do so. Moving slowly, clicking and whirring slower than normal he came round to the back and opened the doors.

“Go and join the others.”

Sam nodded and grabbed Alix taking her with her.

“Alix! Sam! Over here!” They heard a voice through the crowd of people.  It was Maeve’s.


“Who are all these people?” Alix thought out loud. They sat down next to Maeve in the seated area

“He created the refuge, you don’t think he had people who are sad to see him go?” Isaac spoke from behind her.

“None of them were there to help.” Sam snapped back at him.

“And there are some who are happy to see him go.” He shrugged.

“Are you one of them?” A girl next to Isaac asked, Sam and Alix had seen her around but didn’t know her name.

“Of course not, too many of our best have left us. Most of them all too willing. You two best be sticking around.”
“Who? Us?” Alix pointed at Sam, then herself in repeat several times. “Of course? Why wouldn’t we?”

“You never know these days.”


The funeral had started late and finished even later with everyone drinking until they couldn’t stand up. Sam and Alix woke up the next morning on the floor of Alix’s apartment. It was further away from the refuge (The place they were drinking) than Sam’s.


“I feel terrible.”

“Join the club.”

“I told you guys to drink some water but you didn’t listen to me.” A voice floated into the lounge from the kitchen.


Lucifer walked calmly out of the kitchen and placed down a plate full of pancakes on the coffee table.

“You don’t have any maple syrup so I’ll have to disappear for a bit to go get some.”

“I, uh, what are you doing here Lucy?”

“You invited me last night?”

“I did, I must have been drunk… oh I remember now. You were really drunk too. How are you in the mood to make pancakes at this time?” Alix pointed at her half heartedly as her arm was really heavy.

“Yeah, It seems that I’m not going to ever experience a hangover, too much angel in here. Anyway off to get syrup.” All three of her wings flicked out like person would flick a wrist, then she was gone.

“Pancakes, huh.”

“I don’t know what you were talking about Sam, having Lucifer help us out will be awesome.”

“She can’t do anything that disrupts the balance, she’s not our ‘get of shit’ card like Reese was. We’re going to have to be more careful now Alix.”

“I know, I know.” Alix and Sam exchanged serious looks. Then they jumped at the Pancakes not waiting for Lucifer to get back with the Syrup.

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Chapter 20 Part 2

Reese climbed up the wall with Sam giving him a boost. Once he had steadied himself he reached down to help pull up the girls.  They made their way across the rooftops in large strides as akin to their animal’s pace.

They stopped a building away from the target, keeping low and peering over to get a good look.

“That’s it.” Moving slowly now they looked for an entry point.

“It’s already here.” Alix could feel the stitches presence, her soul still a little sensitive from when it was ripped apart.

“Fuck.” Sam muttered

“The plan sticks, Alix you can whip up a quick cage and Sam you can seal it even faster. I’ll push it in.”

“Are you sure you can do that?”

“The werewolf kind has the greatest physical strength of all the breeds, if I can’t, I don’t think anyone could.”

“Guns blazing then?”

“Let’s go.”


The Stitch had just made the last correction for the ritual circle. It put one of its hands on the ground next to the circle. The ritual would normally require chanting for several hours depending on how many people were helping. That is for focusing energy into the ritual.

Bright blue light made its way through the salt as though it was water in trough. The stitch grunted loudly as it pumped its own power into the ritual. There was a bright flash as the blue light connected on the other side of the circle.

The salt was now gone, blown away. The metal body in the middle twitched. The stitch moved slowly over to it.

“Hah, haha, hahahahahahahahahahah! I really did outdo the Baron, my creations brought me back to life!” The stitch grabbed its creators metal body by his arm, bringing him to his feet. “Thank you. You can let go now.” The stitch held a bit tighter. “Hey, let go.” The stitch pulled his arm off with a jerk, it wasn’t designed to stay on. “Ah!” With a soul implanted, the metal body would feel pain.

Shattering glass echoed through the room. A Puma and a Black Panther landed softly behind the stitch. Then a towering black mass of fur slammed into the ground behind them, cracking the concrete floor. All three let out a blood curdling roar.

The stitch turned to face the trio. It slammed the metal arm into its own side, the flesh grew back around the elbow of it, sealing it within. “No!” Professor Rowe screamed.

Reese unfolded his knees standing straighter.

“Now!” He bellowed out. Alix and Sam leapt to the sides. Reese jumped at the stitch, His mighty paw slammed into the stitches head knocking it to the ground. He didn’t stop pounding.

Alix transformed back to human along with Sam, she leaped onto a metal catwalk that was bolted to the side of the room. Grabbing onto the railing she started to to transform it. Sam jumped up behind her and put her hand on her back, giving her energy as help would be all she could do for now.

The stitch pushed off Reese, throwing him into a wall. It jumped after him and bashed him against the wall again. He grabbed the stitch by its feet and pulled them up, it’s head smacking into the ground. Holding it’s feet he swung the stitch into the wall he had hit.

All of sudden the catwalk was a large steel plated box, Alix hopped off the side while Sam used a chalk charm to seal it with runes. The stitch kicked Reese in the ribs sending him toppling to the side.

Sam opened the door on the side of the box once she had finished printing the runes on the sides of it.

“Reese! It’s done get it in here!” He nodded blocking a haymaker from the stitch. Slamming his head into the stitches chest he pushed it almost all the way into the box. He ran at it, Alix ready to close it.

The stitch flicked its arm out, punching Reese in the stomach as he got close, winding him. Reese staggered back. The stitch walked up and put its hand with fingers outstretched into Reeses belly, piercing flesh as it hit.

Reese gurgled and continued to stagger back until he hit the wall.

“Reese!” Alix and Sam yelled. Sam jumped in between the stitch and Reese. The stitch let out one of its soul shearing screams. Sam put out her hand as though she was gripping the air. A charm hanging from her wrist.

“Memories of the bomb first dropped and the sigil of death! Get out of my sight!” A yellow light shot out of Sam’s hand exploding in fire as it hit the stitch. Flying backwards into the cage Alix slammed it shut sealing it with her transformation magic.

“Wow Sam, that was amazing.” Reese gurgled again from behind them, he was back in human form.

“I knew you guys could do it.” He had a slight grin on his face as well as a bit of blood. Sam and Alix knelt beside him
“You’re going to be okay Reese I can heal you.”

“No you can’t Sam. Heh.” The air around them blew into the center of the room. Lucifer landed kneeling in front of him. “And you’re not doing it either.”

“I… I should have been here.”

“Nah, we did great.” Reese grinned again.

“Hey guys, not to be a bother or anything. The stitch kinda’ has my arm, I could get trapped with those souls.” The metal body of Professor Rowe came out from his hiding place. Only Alix turned to look at him, her face could have killed the faint of heart.

“The only person who could ever deserve such a fate is you!” With a flick of her hair the metal body became air.

“Without even touching him.” Reese blinked a few times.


“Hello Samael.”

“Lucifer, didn’t expect you’d be here. Hello Sam, Alix. Reese.” Sam and Alix glared at the female body Death had inhabited for this trip.

“You came for me yourself Death?”

“Sure did, would you like to have some last words?”

“Yeah. Sam, Alix, I imagine Doctor Calm’s told you, she always had a problem with me. I’m not as young as you think. I’ve been around a while and I created the refuge, as a home to all our kind.”
“Why didn’t you tell us before?”

“I don’t actually know honestly, I guess I just liked the idea of being young again. But yeah, my last words, after all the time I lived before, You guys have been the best friends I’ve had, you’re probably some of the best people I have ever met. Don’t let the world change you for the worst and you can always give me a call if you need any help.”

“Reese, please stay.” Lucifer mumbled.

“I’ve been here too long. Please look after them for me, I can’t always be there to put Mermaid scales in their coats and add protective coatings on their souls.”
“You did that?” Sam asked.
“So I survived because of you?” Alix figured out, Reese nodded.

“Okay time to go kid.” Death put out her hand and touched Reese on his forehead, then they were gone.

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Chapter 20 Part 1

Crumbs flew out of his hand, one of the birds managed to catch one out of the air. He gave a chuckle in astonishment. Shuffling around in his pockets he pulled out another handful of dried bread.

“Did you bring what I asked for?” Another man sat down beside him. Without a word he pulled a thick silver cylinder out of the inside of his coat.

The cylinder glistened in the sun, it’s intricate sketching reflected in such a way that it spooked the birds. All of them flew off as the cylinder touched mortal hands.

“Scroll 6-11-34 from the Alexandrian Archive of Mystic knowledge. Not even the world back then knew what was in this.” The other man moved it into his own coat

“I shall put it to good use then.”

“You know how to contact me when you are done.” He put his hands back into his pockets. His head slumped back, the hat on his head floated off gently to the ground. The face pale, one of the eyes pecked out. His whole body went limp as Death left him. The other man stared at the body for several minutes, deep in thought.

He carried the body all the way home.


Mold flowed down the walls, semblances of Greek architecture with the shape of the dark patches and their spacing.  This facility had not been used in over a decade. It wasn’t unfit, at the time of its decommission, it was merely too costly to maintain. It was a medical school, that made it perfect for what the Professor Rowe needed it for.

“This is the same body I had when I gave you the scroll. What have you done?” Death stood in the middle of one of the classrooms, the body having decayed over the months it hadn’t been inhabited. “You could have just called, why did you pull me back to this disgusting thing?”

“Because I cannot have you meddling.” Professor Rowe stepped into the classroom from behind death. “Not when I have you on the ropes.” Death turned to look at the Professor but didn’t focus on him. He saw the large cages, containing the abominations of flesh and soul. “How many true immortals have you created with your curses Anubis? Ten? Fifteen? Well I have created Six, where’s your balance now?”

“Those things, they aren’t immortal. Albeit horrible disfigurations unwanted by any realm, they will die eventually.”

“Can you be so sure, anyone of my creations could hold your essence completely, no external energy. Their spirits fueling the seal that holds them together.” Death went silent. He looked down at the circle surrounding him, a complex shielding ritual, nothing in, nothing out. The human body bound his powers to the lowest possible amount, it would degrade and he would be free but that would take too long.

“When you die you won’t be allowed anywhere after this.”

“The deal we made guarantees my soul purgatory, well Tartarus.”

“You will never enter my house.”

“Baron Om gets to be there.”

“You are nothing compared to the Baron.”

“I’m better, I succeeded where he never could, I have you beat.”

Death grabbed his left wrist with his right hand. He mumbled a few words in Afrikaans then made a swift jerk pulling shoulder out of place. The crack echoed through every hall in the old school.

“Good for you, you beat me, but you forgot my name.”

“What have you…?” The cages holding the Stitches popped open. Screeches filled the night.


Professor Rowes body lay limp on the ground, most of it, the rest was in pulpy messes around the room. The larger of the Six stitches turned to Death, even in a decomposing host his posture and demeanor radiated pure confidence. The Stitch slammed its hand in to the shield at a speed rivaling a jet. A white sheen sparked just as violently as the attack was repelled.

Death pointed at the ground where the circle was. One of the stitches caught on, it flopped onto the ground, unsure of its legs. It wiped away the mix of spices and salts, before the stitches could take another swing death was gone.

Even he was unsure how to deal with the nightmares Rowe had made.

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Chapter 19

In the cosmic game of balance, the land of the living is the factory for souls. When the living die they can stay, tormented as souls ripped from their bodies or go to one of three places. Those places are commonly known in this day and age as heaven, hell and purgatory. Those whose souls are well maintained go up, those whose souls were indulgent go to hell. Despite the dogma, either way has its own rewards and failings. Those who are fully balanced, practice magic or are already owned by death will go to purgatory, a place of peace.

Those in heaven or hell are held there until they become angel or demon, respectively. Those in purgatory are generally at rest. Only souls in purgatory can be pulled back into the living world without intervention by angels or demons. Even so, a soul that has not been gone long is still restless and must be pulled back through a certain conduit. Such as an item that was treasured by the soul, its body or the room in which its body died.

The body of the stitches creator had been burned as well as many of his belongings. The knowledge he had was not some that the refuge wanted someone to get. The room he died in is only known by a select few. The stitch was the thing that had killed him, it knew exactly where to go.


“Sam, Alix, where have you guys…” Reese looked up from the bar and the red body walking behind them. “Oh, you got the stuff then.” He gave the golem a quick scan from bottom to top.

“Gerard met Reese.”

“That’s a pretty nice golem you have there, I should get you to make the next batch of kitchen golems.” Mr Red was behind the bar cleaning glasses endlessly.

“We spoke with Calm’s, you may want to come with us Reese.” Alix made small movements with her feet. Reese got up quickly.

“Leaving so soon? You guys don’t want to have a drink or some food?”

“Sorry Red, we have some things we need to get to.” Sam started to move towards the door. Reese gave Mr Red a half smile as they left.

Mr Red rested his hands on the bar top, he gazed out from the bar. There was couple of people sitting quietly by themselves, clearly more interested in their drinks.

“What can I do for you Lucy?” He said without looking at the girl who had suddenly appeared on one of the stools.

“How do you people always know?”

“Because you are extremely obvious. You want a drink?”

“Yeah, Rum if you got it.”

“It’s a little early for that.”

“Put some cola in it then.”

He sighed deeply as he poured her drink. “What’s got you in downer?”

“You were watching as Reese left yeah?”

“Durh. Of course.”

“They’re going after the Stitch, as if I didn’t know. It makes them that much stronger, thinking they have to save the world while the superiors want them to stay safe.”

“It’s not like they have to get that much stronger. Reese Blackwood the, would be, king and the titan-slayers.”

“Do you celestials really call them that?”

“We like our mythic titles, yes.”

Lucy sighed this time. “You want me to go help them huh?”

“I know you were going to, so I didn’t ask.”

“Fair point. However, I’m probably going to save it until one of them gets hurt.”


Gold flecks glinted in the metal mannequin as the stitch lay it in the correct spot. The evening sun caught in the holes the stitches made when they first left this old school. Hopping side to side, unable to walk correctly with different sized legs, the stitch moved away.

The circle and symbols surrounding the body were sloppy and the salt they were drawn in had blown around quite a bit.

It would suffice, especially as the stitch could now tap into a considerable power. The same power holding itself together.


“I don’t expect that it will have gathered the ingredients yet. That’s even if it has the knowledge necessary to perform the ritual.” Calm’s spoke through the phone again. This time at Reese’s apartment, he was well stocked for weapons and supplies, just in case the refuge was less of an actual refuge.

“Actually I beg to differ on that one, bringing back the dead who are roaming free in Purgatory is one of the first things a Warlock will learn. There is most definitely a mage in there with that knowledge.” Reese cleared his throat after talking.

“Still as we all know, there’s only one way that stitch is going to be able to bring the maker back. It would take a while to get the correct casing equipment. That even if it’s able to find a smelter with enough gold on hand.”

“I really hate that we’re poking holes in this Doctor but it doesn’t have to be fully gold, an alloy or pieces that are gold would work.” Sam pointed out half-heartedly

Alix rubbed her wrists, she didn’t like where this was going. Reese stood up and started to walk away. “Let me make this straight so we don’t go around in circles. Stitch should have had time to get the ritual all worked out. So Alix, Reese and I should go to where the creator was killed and set up an ambush. When it comes, we beat the shit out of it and trap the fucker.”

Reese turned around and nodded, a devious grin on his face. Alix popped her claws out flexing them just as deviously. Dr Calm’s sighed audibly over the phone.

“You guys are crazy, please don’t die.”

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