Greed God chapter 210

April 9th 2016 Brightedge City, The Narrows, 6:00 PM EDT

Tracking  down the Order was a clusterfuck, but luckily I still had the League on  speed dial. Unlike the Court they didn't have unclear motives that  would potentially end in my demise, so I had no problem calling in a  favor from the apple dumpling gang.

Nightwing might have  been a chump in fighting and a demi-chad at best when it came to women,  but the guy's ability to ferret out information was top notch. Once we  called him it only took a few hours before he had reports to pass along  of a suspicious gang of dark figures moving around in an old townhouse  in the Narrows.

Of course, he also told me about a dozen  other fucking things happening (even with Metropolis mixed in Brightedge  still had that shitty Gotham stink on it) but Zee was able to brute  force the tracking spell using the map as a focus and at least help me  determine which location to check first.

Which led to me  standing in a dark alley in the east end of Brightedge, across from a  seedy looking tattoo parlor with one of those stop motion neon signs of a  girl getting plowed by bull, with the caption 'hot beef injection'.  Classy. Of course, I wasn't here to almost definitely get tetanus (if I  could even get tetanus anymore as a dragon). I was here to look into the  occupants of the townhouse next to the place, the target Nightwing  mentioned.

I considered sending Cherry in to poke around,  but since fucking Mary had wards that detected ghost intrusion, there  was no way the uber paranoid fanatical human supremacists didn't keep an  eye out for spooks. Which was why I brought another of my girls. I  turned to look at the lither, green clad for with the wild hair. "You  remember your instructions?"

Jade snorted behind her mask.  "Just because you're some big shot super meta now doesn't mean you need  to question my abilities. I was breaking into places like this before I  lost all my baby teeth. Some crackpots with a vampire hate boner aren't  going to catch me."

Her voice was dignified, but I  detected a slight tremor. I rolled my eyes, handing her a Daybreak  grenade. "Here. This thing is a mega flashbang. It works best on  vampires, but it should do fine against the loonies if you need to make a  get away. Just to be clear though, DO NOT look at the flash, and make  sure you put earplugs in before you enter if your mask doesn't have  them."

She snorted. "Go teach your grandmother to suck  eggs." Despite her harsh tone though, I could hear the hint of delight  at my concern.

I grinned at her, reaching out to pinch her  tight little ass through her kimono. "I think I have a different target  in mind for suck lessons. Go get me my intel kitten. I might give you  some cream if you do a good job." I hadn't been in Jade's pussy in a few  months, and she was a bit wild in the sack. But realistically this was a  different kind of test. She'd spent months at my house having her edges  worn down by Ingrid and my girls, plus Amy's training. If she was good  during this mission I might follow through on my original intentions and  merge her with something neat.

All I got was an eyeroll  as she slipped into the shadows and vanished. Amy, who was off to one  side, looked pleased. "She's much better behaved now, don't you think?  She was so uncouth when I first got here, but she didn't even overtly  insult you once just then. Do you think she can manage it?"

I  shrugged. "If you can't walk quiet walk loud. If they catch her I'll  blow the front off the building and we can do it the hard way. But I  think she'll be ok. She was a world class ninja back in the day. I  haven't upgraded her yet because I was gone and she was suspect, but it  worked out well for us. Their defenses will all be aimed at  supernaturals. She should just be able to stroll in and get us a  layout."

She snuggled against me. "I don't mind if she  takes her time. Isn't it romantic being out on the town together,  spending the evening in each other's company?" Her voice had that giddy  excitement in it that it got when she was in her 'fairytale romance'  headspace, which was distinct from her 'sadistic deviant noble'  headspace, as far as I could tell. There was some overlap a lot of the  time, but those seemed to be the two general moods my wife had.

It  was endlessly entertaining to me that she could be simultaneously  innocent and extremely perverse. In this case though, I thought the  'romance' angle was a bit of a stretch. I glanced up at the tattoo  parlor meaningfully, and when she saw it, her eyes went wide with  excitement. "Oh! Do you think we should get matching tattoos? You could  get my name on your arm in a little heart, and I could get yours  tattooed around my brand."

As hot as that second thing  sounded, I was diametrically opposed to tattooing any bitches name on my  body. She belonged to me, but I wasn't her property. "Maybe later  sweets." I told her placatingly. "That place doesn't seem sanitary. In  the meantime we need to be ready, Cheschire is used to quick  infiltration. There might be a bit of lag time while she does her poking  around, but it shouldn't be too lo-"

My words were cut  off by a massive bang as the windows shattered, a blaze of light flaring  out of the top floor. "And that would be our cue." I swept her up into a  princess carry, my wings exploding out my back as I leapt up to get a  better angle before a flap and glide brought me to the broken window.

Jade  was already in a bad spot, her sai out and surrounded by a bunch of Van  Helsings. I smashed into one of the nearest ones, stomping him flat as I  glared at the others. He moaned pitifully under my feet, but it was  interrupting my entrance so I stomped on him a little to shut him up.  "Listen up, you ignorant screwheads." I bellowed, pulling out a random  mace from my pouch and infusing it with Primal Force. "This is my BOOM  STICK!"

Once of the Van Helsings in the background  actually laughed at that, but a bunch of the others glared at him and he  cleared his throat and looked away. Finished showing off, I turned my  eyes to the balding guy, who was grimacing at me nastily. I bared my  teeth right back. "Bet you aren't feeling so confident now, are you  fucker? And don't try to bluff me either, I know theses are real people  and not golems. Not so cocky when you're in real danger, are you Clem?"

His  eyes widened in surprise as a series of snickers broke out among his  men, but he glared them all into silence. When he finally responded, he  was gritting his teeth in rage. "What is the meaning of this, monster?  Sending your whore into our home, bursting in unannounced. If you wished  us dead I doubt Williams there would still be mewling like a pitiful  retch." He point at the guy under my feet, who actually was whining  softly in pain, just too softly for me to notice until I was paying  attention. I frowned and kicked him again and he stopped.

"I'm  here, believe it or not, to make a mutually beneficial deal with you." I  didn't bother to sound cajoling, he'd give me the information or I'd  start torturing it out of people until I knew what I wanted to know.  Torture was messy and annoying, but I had zero compunctions about using  it on enemies, much less racist nutjobs who wanted me dead. "You have  something I want, and once you give it to me I'll take care of one of  your enemies for you."

Clem (no I hadn't been fucking with  them, that was his real name according to the appraisal, I'd have gone  by Van Helsing too if I were him) sneered at me. "We don't make bargains  with creatures like you. If you just want to exploit us you can kill us  now, we don't need your help to slaughter vampires. Even that whore  Seward will die soon enough. She's already injured, and preparations are  being made."

I rolled my eyes. "Yes idiot, I know, I  injured her. But I'm not talking about Anemia Barbie, I'm talking about  her goth vampire mommy Lilith, who she's planning to bring back to the  land of the living. She was GOING to use me as a sacrifice, but I'm not  stupid enough to believe she doesn't have a backup. Since I don't fancy  the idea of playing nighttime cabana boy for a corpse, no matter how hot  she probably is, I want to know how to hurt her in case they manage to  actually wake her up before I can stop them."

Clem's  already pallid face paled about ten shades. "L-lilith?" He almost  squeaked that. It was kind of funny seeing the dignified implacable  vampire hunter lose his shit. "Lilith is dead. The Templars killed her  at the beginning of the 14th century. She took almost ninety percent of  the army with her when she died. It was one of the major contributing  factors to their fall."

"No shit sherlock." I said with an  eye roll. "That's why I said 'she's planning to bring her back'.  Personally I'd prefer to give primordial vampire greeting time a miss,  so I'm looking for her to prevent her rise. On the off chance that she  DOES come back though, I need to know how to hurt her, and you're the  only one who might have the answer."

Actually, the  situation might not be as bad as I'd thought originally either. Zee had  explained when I'd talked to her, that using me as a sacrifice was  pretty optimal. Dragons were extremely powerful in the first place, and  my bloodline was basically designed to fuel a resurrection spell. If  Mary could get me, waking Lilith up at full power would be a snap. Since  she COULDN'T though, chances were decent that Lilith would wake up  weakened. Still probably way fucking stronger than me, but not  invincible, which was a nice surprise.

He looked like he'd  swallowed a lemon, but finally ground out. "If I give you this  information, you give you word to leave us in peace tonight? I won't ask  for a guarantee of safety from an abomination, but I trust you're  honorable enough to allow us to withdraw. I do not fear dying for the  cause, but if Lilith is to be unleashed by the hellspawn in this city,  our mission is more important than ever."

I just shrugged.  "Yeah sure, whatever. Give me the info and you can go." I honestly gave  no fucks about these idiots. They couldn't hurt me, and they were  focused enough on their 'mission' that they probably wouldn't try  anytime soon. Once Lilith was gone and Mary was dead or chased off they  would almost definitely try to kill me, but until then I had bigger shit  to worry about.

He nodded, and reluctantly said. "A  stake. From the tree of good and evil in the garden of eden, blessed by  an archangel. That was how they ended her. It's gone now. Lost during  the fall of the Templars. I don't have any other contingency plans for  her. She's supposed to be dead, so we never needed any. Now leave.  That's all we know."

To my surprise he looked more worried  than angry, apparently finding out the ancestral foe of your order  might come back from the dead to wreak unholy vengeance on the world was  more intimidating than I was. Rude. With a sigh, I couched Amy in one  arm and snagged Jade with the other before walking over and hopping out  the window. As I glided down I grimaced internally. I just knew that  fucking stake was going to cost a shit load to make.