Hell to Pay

Just a reminder of what the sword Saint is currently using, relevant part highlighted:
The sword of a Cherub? The same sword that spent the last who knows how many eons getting corrupted in a hell dimension? A sword that never got dull, never broke? A blade that could slay any demon, any known being in existence, from lowest demon to highest angel, it treated them all the same, no special killing methods needed. Never mind exactly what… and who… I went through to get my hands on it?
This is going to be an unpleasant surprise for Nicodemus.
 
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Taziel hmmed, a screen floating in the bed above me, my arms behind my head as I looked up at it. Taziel was laying next to me, head against my shoulder with a set of wings across my chest, "We need guns. Lots of guns."

"Grenades," I agreed with a frown as 'lots of guns' appeared on the list, "But even higher up is body armor. Can't heal me quickly in a magic starved environment."

Taziel nodded, "True. Guns, grenades, bodyarmor. Not an easy list to fill."

"Not in a day or two with no contacts, " I sighed, "If we were back home, I bet Wolfram and Hart could whistle some up. Maybe some mercs too just to be safe. But we don't have the resources here. We have a gun with eleven rounds, a +3 vorpal sword and surprise. Not enough for me to want to go after half a dozen shapeshifting maniacs as I am."

Taziel nodded with a small frown, "We won't be alone though. Kincaid and Dresden are unlikely to attack us if they realize we are not there for them."

"Only if we keep the wings folded away," I reminded her, "And we are likely to need them."

"…True."

While in Hell, we tested some shapeshifting stuff, but we ended up with going back to the wings. As I turn out, with some enhancement the human form is actually rather practical, especially if you had some kind of weapon at hand. Humans are tool users after all and even adding claws tended to get in the way in my experience.

Wings on the other hand were practical, especially if they worked as movable shields, able to block blades, arrows and even spells or bullets… and when the feathers went razor sharp at will, things got even better.

"So," I asked and glanced down at her, "Any ideas? You are the brains of the outfit."

Taziel stuck her tongue out, "In raw brainpower maybe. Humans are the creative ones, I can just use my massive experience. We need an ally. Maybe one of the Fairies would be willing for a bargain?"

"Not sure we have something they want and I don't really want to end up in their debt," I said with a frown, looking back up at the screen, "Well, I just had a bad idea."

"…not that bad. It could work," Taziel said and scooted up to kneel, looking down at me as she stretched her wings, "Bit risky, but it could get us most of what we need."

I nodded, "Yeah, but infiltrating a police station and stealing their shit is not exactly safe. It could very easily go wrong."

Taziel nodded, biting her lower lip in though, "I think we could do it. Especially during the night shift, we would just need a couple of minutes in the armoury. As long as we don't draw attention from the entire station we should be able to get away quietly… or quietly enough anyway not to need to kill any humans."

"Well, if it's that or making a deal with a fairy, I sure know which one I think feels safer," I told her and waved my hand, causing the screen to fade into mist, "You know what I miss?"

"Hmm?"

"Vampires. Just… vampires. Things were so much simpler."

She smiled at me, "Only by comparison, My Host," and faded away as there was a knock on the door.

Hmh.

Well, she was likely right about that one. Still, just going out looking for something to stake sounded rather nice and relaxing right now. Less risky and complicated in any case.

There was a knock on the door and I lifted my head to look towards it.

Not bothering to put my shirt on, I got off the bed and headed over to open the door, "Yes?"

Oh wow.

Redhead, short red dress. Bright blue eyes.

"Hey there," she said with an embarrassed smile, "uhm… my car broke down and my cell died. Mind if I come in and borrow yours? It's freezing!"

Yeah, there is no way this is a coincidence. Hooker looking for a customer I'd buy. A woman looking like her ending up pulling a damsel in distress just outside my motel room?

"Sure, come on in!" I told her with a smile, stepping back to allow her inside, "It's over by the bed. Bad luck about the breakdown, but lucky I was awake, I was about to go to bed."

"Thank you!" she said and walked inside on those high heels.

Mhmm.

Turning my back to her, I closed the door and then turned back towards her. She was a black skinned, twisted bat-like creature, thin skin clinging to her bones, her stomach flabby, her hands hanging down by her knees and ending in hook-like claws at the ends of her fingers.

Her tongue slobbered out and she pounced as soon as I turned fully.

The look on her twisted batlike face was rather amusing as her pounce met my fist and her teeth went flying. Falling to the floor with a pained shriek she scrambled back onto her feet. I didn't let her get away.

Stepping forward, I grabbed her by the neck and threw her against the wall hard enough to crack it.

The Vampire fell as I grabbed the sword, pulling it from the sheath before turning back with a strong cut towards the charging monster.

She fell in two pieces onto the floor with a last gurgle of pain.

Vampire.

Such a strange coincidence.

"Speak of the devil," I said with a frown down at her, "Coincidence?"

Taziel appeared and shrugged, "Well, motels like this would be prime hunting grounds for her kind. Was in the other world, and should be here as well. Easy to find prey, easier to disappear them. A bit of a stretch but I have run into stranger coincidences in my time."

"Okay, that's it," I said and moved to put my shirt on, "We need to find a better place to stay before anything else."

"Not so fast, My Host. You should collect her saliva. It could be rather useful."

I glanced down at the vampire and then shook my head, pulling my shirt on, "Nope, fuck that."
 
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While in Hell, we tested some shapeshifting stuff, but we ended up with going back to the wings. As I turn out, with some enhancement the human form is actually rather practical, especially if you had some kind of weapon at hand. Humans are tool users after all and even adding claws tended to get in the way in my experience.
I wonder if there are any other shapeshifting things that can be used besides the wings?
 
"…not that bad. It could work," Taziel said and scooted up to kneel, looking down at me as she stretched her wings, "Bit risky, but it could get us most of what we need."

I nodded, "Yeah, but infiltrating a police station and stealing their shit is not exactly safe. It could very easily go wrong."
It's also not worth the trouble.

All you will get from a police prescient is handguns, shotguns, a couple rifles, and some type II maybe if you are really lucky, type IIIA vests.

"Speak of the devil," I said with a frown down at her, "Coincidence?"

Taziel appeared and shrugged, "Well, motels like this would be prime hunting grounds for her kind. Was in the other world, and should be here as well. Easy to find prey, easier to disappear them. A bit of a stretch but I have run into stranger coincidences in my time."

"Okay, that's it," I said and moved to put my shirt on, "We need to find a better place to stay before anything else."

"Not so fast, My Host. You should collect her saliva. It could be rather useful."

I glanced down at the vampire and then shook my head, pulling my shirt on, "Nope, fuck that."
Red Court?

Someone knows you are here and just successfully manipulated you.
 
Taziel nodded, biting her lower lip in though, "I think we could do it. Especially during the night shift, we would just need a couple of minutes in the armoury. As long as we don't draw attention from the entire station we should be able to get away quietly… or quietly enough anyway not to need to kill any humans."

I see a dangerous flaw in this plan. Dresden Earth lacks the Sunnydale Syndrome of Buffy Earth. Dresden Earth police are savvy enough, at some level, to have Murphy's little band of maniacs on the payroll. Betting that they didn't take precautions against a supernatural shopping spree in a Chicago PD armory? Sucker bet.

And doing it during the night shift when the most common supernatural nasties come out to play? Oh Hell No!

Saint is used to people being desperate to ignore the supernatural and not taking precautions. Then he went to a world (Hell-lite) with no masquerade. And now he's in a world with a paper-thin masquerade, about to go up against people who professionally fight people like him. And worse, not just not realizing he's about to face a prepared enemy on their home ground, but expecting them to be clueless and unwary. Relying on their being clueless and unwary in order to survive the fight!

He'd be better off asking Michael for an introduction to someone who can help him. He might need to explain a few things to the Knight, but if anyone knows where to get weapons and armor to fight evil with, it's a Knight of the Cross.
 
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Taziel hmmed, a screen floating in the bed above me, my arms behind my head as I looked up at it. Taziel was laying next to me, head against my shoulder with a set of wings across my chest, "We need guns. Lots of guns."
Would you like some PENCILS along with that? We can even throw a pair of BOOKS in for free, if you pay the bonus fee we will deliver them by HORSE. (for the uncultured who sadly don't get the reference: the all-caps are things that John Wick has used to kill people. On an unrelated note, I understand that "arming" yourself with knowledge is good for you, but John? this is just ridiculous)
 
Before you go straight there, how about negotiating with Marcone? As far as deals go, he's at least a step up on the Fae.
iirc this novel in the dresden files began with the denarians taking a swing at marcone. He's currently sheltering in safe house with some heavy duty magical protection, a genuine valkyrie, and a proto einherjar and they're literally armed for even demonic bear. I would strongly recommend against that.
 
Buffy is simply a Bad Luck Charm for Saint.
The first time he met her he had to leave Sunnydale.
The second time he met her Saint was punted off to Hell.
The Third time Saint got kidnapped by an Angel.
 
Yeah. SOMEBODY is listening in and playing choreographer.

That or Saint is collecting information passively and subconsciously knew there was a vampire. But even then its something of a stretch. Dying from a vampire, even in a bad part of town, is less common than dying from automobile collision and it would be pretty damn weird to have someone die from a car accident almost on their first day there. Its not surprising as an aggregate, its very surprising when it happens to a specific person you are watching right while you are watching them.
 
Cook county had received over 1,000 'weapons' through the 1033 program in 2013. They seize dozens of grenades per year, and you can bet they don't end up destroyed. So... no, I suspect you can get quite a bit from a prescient, particularly the central prescient.
They don't hold seized items at the prescient... That stuff is stored in an evidence warehouse...

Also the Central Prescient? That's not going to be a quick in and out. Especially at night.
 
I see a dangerous flaw in this plan. Dresden Earth lacks the Sunnydale Syndrome of Buffy Earth. Dresden Earth police are savvy enough, at some level, to have Murphy's little band of maniacs on the payroll. Betting that they didn't take precautions against a supernatural shopping spree in a Chicago PD armory? Sucker bet.

And doing it during the night shift when the most common supernatural nasties come out to play? Oh Hell No!

Saint is used to people being desperate to ignore the supernatural and not taking precautions. Then he went to a world (Hell-lite) with no masquerade. And now he's in a world with a paper-thin masquerade, about to go up against people who professionally fight people like him. And worse, not just not realizing he's about to face a prepared enemy on their home ground, but expecting them to be clueless and unwary. Relying on their being clueless and unwary in order to survive the fight!

He'd be better off asking Michael for an introduction to someone who can help him. He might need to explain a few things to the Knight, but if anyone knows where to get weapons and armor to fight evil with, it's a Knight of the Cross.
Dresdenverse is at least as bad as Sunnydale in terms of "nobody wants to believe this shit exists". An entire US city was replaced by a forest for most of a day - it's mentioned in one of the early books as a previous Thing That Happened - and the government's entire response was to pull the cord on media coverage as much as they could and then refuse to acknowledge the entire affair. The Red Court's power in South America is so overwhelming that there's no way a decent portion of the population isn't aware of them.

If the cops are so unwilling to engage with the horrors at their doorstep that they leave it in the hands of a small, much-maligned rump group like Murphy's detail, they're going to respond to an supernatural being paying them a nighttime visit by, at absolute best, running away screaming. More likely, they'll immediately bow and scrape and give said supernatural being whatever the hell it wants in the hopes they'll be spared.

Even in the Dresdenverse, where the police as an institution aren't exclusively a racket suppressing the poor and nonwhite for the benefit of the wealthy, you can't make me believe that the CPD would respond to Saint robbing their armory by actually trying to stop him. They'd either pretend it never happened, or frame someone they already had in lockup for the deed.
 
Hey, uh, discussion about canonicity of stuff aside, don't you guys mean "precinct" rather than "prescient"? Or is that some kind of Dresdenverse term I'm unaware of?
 
They don't hold seized items at the prescient... That stuff is stored in an evidence warehouse...

Also the Central Prescient? That's not going to be a quick in and out. Especially at night.
Hey, uh, discussion about canonicity of stuff aside, don't you guys mean "precinct" rather than "prescient"? Or is that some kind of Dresdenverse term I'm unaware of?

Spellcheck won't save you from correctly spelling the wrong words. It is indeed precinct.
 
We just finished marathoning this and the previous story. It was an interesting read from my perspective as a voice in someone's head. Obviously not the same situation, but some bits of interaction especially once they had a good working relationship felt really authentic and plausible.

One thought we are kind of stuck with is wondering how one of the fallen would react to finding themself in a head that already had more than one person in it, along with established norms for functioning on that basis in a fair, equitable and not host-centric way. There could be an interesting omake in that if I ever care to write one.
 
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This isn't better.

"No," Taziel agreed, her wings wrapped around me, "But we are strapped for time and we are low on money as it is. While I agree a warm silk covered bed and room service sound like a very nice idea, but it has to wait a little."

Crossing my arms, I rolled my eyes and looked at the police station across the street. It was one of the bigger ones in the city, hundreds of police officers.

Taziel shifted up next to me, a pair of wings raised against the whirling snow and wind, keeping the cold from touching me.

"A frontal assault is certainly out of the question," Taziel said and hmmed, leaning against my side, "It would attract too much attention and get good people killed."

Nodding in agreement, I moved a bit further along the street, putting my hands in my jeans pockets as I shifted position. Lurking in the same spot outside of a police station sounded like it could attract attention.

Maybe not in this weather but honestly, I didn't want to take risks on that front right now.

Moving to lean against the wall at the edge of an alley, I looked at the station again. Well then, how to do this… alternate entrances? Roof? Backdoor?

Too risky. Too many places to be caught and then we were back at the entire fight thing again.

Especially since I needed to get to the center of that station and back out again… unless we found some sort of options.

Taziel frowned, "Well… there are options…"

I turned to look at her, "…Options that don't involve contacting the fucking Knights?"

Taziel raised an eyebrow at me, "Well, if you have any other ideas on how to get body armour, weapons and other materials on short notice with little money and no contacts I'm all ears."

Shaking my head, I looked back at the station again. Okay, so we are stuck with bad options and worse options.

Fucking damn it.

We really needed that hardware. My sword was really damn good, but if I were to go up against hundreds of years old supernatural murder machines with super intelligent entities in the backs of their heads, I wanted something with a bit more range… and with a lot of stopping power.

Not to mention the armour.

Well? Any ideas, super intelligent entity?

Taziel smirked and raised a pair of wings against the wind again as it tugged at her white and very thin dress, "Well, a few. You know what we talked about a couple of times before? It wouldn't have worked well there, but here…"

I slowly nodded. Healing angel indeed. Yeah… that could work…

Now to find someone fitting.

It didn't take more than another fifteen minutes of waiting until a police officer left the station and headed down the street, moving between the streetlights.

Right size?

"Close enough, My Host," she agreed and disappeared.

A quick glance around showed a lack of other people around. Quickly then.

Moving quickly and quietly from shadow to shadow, avoiding lights and places that would make sound when I stepped, I approached him, shifting around to come up from behind.

Just a little further.

A single touch on the side of his neck and he collapsed like a sack of potatoes. Catching him and his car keys before he hit the floor, I quickly unlocked the car and tossed him inside before getting inside and starting it up.

Taz, a bit of a boost please? I haven't done this for literally hundreds of years.

My memories of driving in heavy snow flashed through my mind for a split second before I nodded and turned the key, pulling out of the lot and heading back towards the motel. It was still paid for after all and I needed somewhere to stash the guy where he wouldn't freeze to death.

The drive wasn't a very long one, taking some twenty minutes. Likely helped by the completely horrible fucking weather.

Getting an unconscious uniformed police officer into my room was a bit trickier, but still not hard. This place was seedy enough not to have many checks on anything and the weather made sure that none of the normal types that tended to hang around these places showed their noses.

Unlocking the door, I walked inside with him, kicking the door closed behind me and stepping over the dead vampire to drop him onto the bed.

Now when we were in the light, he looked quite a bit different. Short blonde hair, angular face. Bit shorter than me and not as wide across the shoulders.

Taking the cuffs from his belt, I cuffed his arms together behind his back before flipping him over onto his back.

Are you sure this will work?

"I've done it before with my other hosts, My Host. It is efficient even if it takes an hour or so to do. So, nothing to do on the fly… not unless my host of the time has some serious magical ability on their own," she said, "He needs to be awake so you need to keep him from causing trouble."

No problem.

Getting onto the bed, I grabbed his wrists with one hand and put my other hand across his mouth as Taziel opened her eyes and looked down at him, spreading our wings for balance.

His eyes slowly fluttered open as she woke him up. It took a second before they went wide and he tried to scream and struggle.

"Be quiet and you'll be fine," I told him as my skin felt like it was covered with ants crawling all over me as Hellfire flooded my veins as Taziel went to work, "I promise you, friend, you will not be harmed."

He just stared up at me, his eyes widening in horror, unable to move or scream.
 
"I promise you will not be harmed" has rarely sounded so threatening. It's a very suspiciously specific denial.
 
The ironic thing in all this?

He could just hunt down a police vehicle and pop it's trunk to get the same stuff he is going to find in that police stations armory.
 
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