A Demon Cultist In the Closet, Next to the Tea Cozies ((Bendytime before the Godstorm))

[vesper_verde]

New York City felt taut from the skies. As Vesper winged his way around buildings, he could feel the tense anticipation brought on by wall-to-wall coverage of the huge storm heading their way. Though that didn't mean the gangs he tracked did less.

It just meant they got more trigger happy and frantic about the next shipment getting in before the rest of the city blew away. He was on his way to a meeting. He'd overheard part of it. He didn't have all the details but enough to get there and make these drug-pushing gangs regret it.

He kept his ears tuned toward the ground as he flew. It was always good to know if he was spotted and going to be shot at. Which is why he didn't fly right by a set of apartment buildings in Brooklyn when he heard a blood-curdling scream.

Vesper adjusted course and swooped lower to try to figure out what that was and where it came from.

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[vesper_verde]

Vesper had been watching the cultists' eyes to see when to drop his silence field. He only caught the last half of what the Ghost Rider had said, but it was enough for him to get the gist.

He turned toward the flaming skull guy in leather. "Do you have a better way of tracking mystical hoodoo? I usually deal with gangs and drug dealers. When you use your whatever that was, they don't become talkative. More screamative. And they're fanatics if they're this far gone."

He gestured at the ritualistic and bloody room.

[fear_the_rider]

"They won't be hard to find. They're using young women as their sacrifices. They'll make a mistake. And then we will destroy this cult and its master." the Rider said.

[vesper_verde]

Vesper looked at the windows covered in... he wasn't sure if that news paper or very thin tattooed skin. He wasn't going to ponder the later option.

"Big storm coming," he noted quietly. He cast his hearing out of the room, through the building, into the neighborhood, and out to it's limits. He heard a lot of things, but no piercing screams, death rattles, or weird chanting.

He shook his head to focus back in the room. "Nothing going on within a couple miles. If you have a better way of tracking, you might want to do it. I'll..." Did he really want to hang around a guy who could toast marshmallows on his head? "... get these people into the hands of the authorities."

[fear_the_rider]

"I'll be in touch. There are places we can go that you cannot. Once I know where to find them, I'll make contact." he said.

With that, he turned to go and let the masked human deal with the mortal authorities. If any of these fools continued using dark magic, he'd see them again eventually.

And there would be no one to save them, then.