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Oh it was glorious. Abigail could feel it. The pulse of madness that coursed throughout the hotel, the people ripping themselves apart in fear. It was oh so sweet and most certainly what the Old Ones would want; this hotel, as well as the locations that her sisters were utilizing, would make the most perfect offering to the old horrors. They just needed to be pushed just a bit longer, to simmer until the flavors of blood and flesh were just ripe enough to be consumed in the fires of insanity. Abigail had never felt this close to her gods and she was not going to let anything stop her now.

Another wave of her hands and she pushed the people within the hotel towards maddening levels. There were still those that resisted, that proved to be a bit more defensive against the effects of her aura, but that wouldn’t last for long. Even if they didn’t succumb to fear, she would ensure that they would not stand in her way. As a matter of fact, already the hallways and rooms of this hotel were becoming the stuff of nightmares.

A cackle upon her lips and the dark teenager stiffened up, her arms lashing outward. The people in the hotel, particularly those most susceptible, all screamed in unison as their fears soon began to take them utterly over. Anyone not affected, or suffering slowly, would soon become everyone else’s greatest nightmares. They would be torn to shreds...

It was cold. The biting wind, the chill seeping in under her skin and icing over her bones. Most people would have turned away and sought shelter by now, but that was not the path that Abigail would take. Rather she stood out in the open, on the roof, enjoying the chilly air that coursed through the influence of darkness that she sent cascading down over the hotel. She peered into each and every single mind that was there, plucking out the perversions and intimate secrets that they hide deep down within their souls. Nothing was absent from her.

However, even as Abigail swayed and tilted to the sinful appetites that coursed through her, appetites that none but the Cosmic Horrors could appease, she soon found herself distracted by one of her sisters. Agatha was seemingly being distracted by interlopers, an action which caused Agnes to go on the defensive. Abigail, however, merely grinned, knowing she needed no such thing. Already her influence was sinking deeper into the hotel goers, aided by the alcohol that pumped through their systems.

Still, she would ensure that safety would be of her utmost priority. The ritual could not be halted under any circumstances.

”Forgive us...but we shall not be disturbed.”

A flare of her arms and Abigail groaned, lift her arms skyward, a small jutting out of her hip which she then splayed out her fingers. The darkness that swirled about her drew darker and most tendrils seeped into the hotel below. She hissed, sending the terror-fueled influence raining down throughout the building like a thick fog. For those who didn’t notice it before, it would be even more noticeable now.

As the fog rolled in, people everywhere were affected. Those who weren’t already cringing and beating their heads against the walls, were soon jibbering like mad men and women. Abigails influence swept fast, causing people to see their worst fears and others to lash out anyone who drew too close. Already one person in a hotel room was crushing another’s skull with a wine bottle because they looked like a giant rat. Soon, the rest of the hotel will be just as crazed.

With such a full hotel, everyone lashing out at the other under the notice that they were seeing their worst dreams, it would ensure her safety. It was going to be a bloody time in the Skyline Hotel tonight. But that was of little consequence to Abigail. All that mattered to her and her sisters, were completing the ritual.

”Forgive our interruption, Great Ones. Let us continue…”

The park was disappearing into the background. Jorge knew better than the hang around when that many SUPER agents would dwell. This rip was a recent event and SUPER would be doing their best to control the border until they were forced to hand over the reigns to city officials. Mutants may be their jurisdiction but there were still certain protocols that they would have to abide by. Soon enough, Isabel and Dio would be able to cross back over unseen, so in the meantime they just needed to lay low.

Where else would they go but the Atlantis Club? SUPER didn’t have a means of getting to him there. Even if they had seen him make off with these two, there was so much red tape and planning to get into his club that the duo would be moved before they could even bother to gain entry. The two would be safe and, until then, he could learn a bit more about them.

>>"And who's SUPER? The guys that jumped us? ….what's gonna stop them from showing up at your little club?"

Jorge just grinned to the young woman. She certainly was a bit of a ball-buster but he couldn’t fault her for that. Her first experience in this dimension was being tagged and jumped by SUPER; that would make anyone testy. However, before he could open his mouth to say anything, the other young man jumped in.

>>“At a guess, SUPER is some Quasi-government organization tasked with handling mutant activities...Otherwise they wouldn’t be expected to ‘swarm’ the Rift yes? As for why they wouldn’t assault our new friends club well…If I had to wager, I’d say the place is an unofficial Sanctuary, one of those places everyone knows is up to no good but too much trouble for the authorities to deal with….Would that be fair assessment?”

The crime boss smirked. Carefully he nodded his head, watching the two in the rearview window. ”Very good. I like you. Good head on your shoulders.” He opened his jacket, slipping his gun back into the holster and retrieving something else that was nestled within.

>>“Now with that being said, it would probably be best if we didn’t attract too much attention and unfortunately Isabel...you rather scream attention right now. No offense meant to your security Poseidon...but the less memorable we are the better, so Isabel, would you object if I took care of the mess? You won’t feel a thing, I promise.”

He shook his head, no offense taken by anything that Dio had said. It was true that Isabel did certainly look a mess; that simply wouldn’t do. Even though they were coming in through the private entrances, there were still enough bystanders around to call in a bloodied woman sitting in the back of a sedan. However, there was another matter that needed to be handled first. Reaching back over the car seat, he offered a small, black, handheld stun gun to Dio.

”If you would be so kind? Your friend there was tagged with a microchip when shot at,” he explained. ”Run a the taser over the wound to fry the tracking chip. That will prevent SUPER from following you both any further.”

Jorge turned back to face the road, allowing Dio and Isabel to do whatever they needed. He didn’t eavesdrop on their conversation, instead focusing on the road unless he was asked to join in himself. The city passed by them quickly enough and soon they were finding themselves in a rather cozy block of buildings and offices and stores near the river. Duke drove in silence and only turned when the neon lights of the Atlantis Club came into view. A sign up front said that the club was closed for renovations so they shouldn’t have to worry about being spotted by club goers.

Popping open his door, he turned back to the other two. ”Come along. Let’s get the both of you some peace of mind.”

Insects. They’re all insects. More would be needed to make the sacrifice complete. More minds to shatter and offer up into the great cosmic horrors to entice them. Like setting a lamb upon a fire, their smoke from their burning fate would be akin to feast to bring the old gods down through the rift in the center of the city. They knew that this was the path, that the three of them would be able to bring them to rain down onto this universe. They just needed to be patient.

However, the unexpected occurred. Agatha, separate from the three, could feel the interlopers the second that they appeared in the structure. Her mind reached out, tracking them as they moved into the structure. They gabbed amongst themselves and while she doubted that they would prove to be much of a distraction, nonetheless, the ritual couldn’t be stopped.

”Forgive us…” Agatha, along with the voice of her three sisters muttered. ”...but we shall not be disturbed.”

A gust of wind shot through the air, a crack of lightning and thunder. Agatha snarled her teeth, kicking off from the vehicle and vanishing into the blackened mist of nightmares. Only the glow of her red eyes could track her, but soon enough, even those vanished from sight. She would have to complete her part of the ritual elsewhere. But seeing as she didn’t need to be follow, she pushed out her influence of fear further, deeper into the minds of everyone who was in the structure -- not just the newcomers.

There were people here. People who came in to park, who were getting ready to just leave, others who foolish ran into the darkness simply out of curiosity; their error would be her boon. An intricate twist of her wrists and Agatha threw out both arms, forcing the darkness that surrounded her to swell into a hurricane. Despite the harsh winds and errant rainfall, she stood strong against the storm and matched it with a psionic one of her own.

Screams. Nothing but screams echoed throughout the parking garage. The light crackled and buzzed, reading to shut off. People fell to the ground, shrieking into the echoing cavern of the carport as their worst fears manifested. Driven mad by their darkest secrets, people jumped up, clawed at walls, tore flesh from their own bodies and began to hunt in packs throughout the garage. Crab-walking, ballet dancing, running on all fours, the deranged pack of costumed, crying, laughing, and screaming individuals ran through the structure, all pointing in the same direction -- the interlopers.

Agatha smirked. Making her way a level up, she returned to her position, eyes flared. ”Forgive our interruption, Great Ones. Let us continue…”