《CRIMSON MOON (SHORT CHAPTERS)》Chapter 187: The Aftermath of the Battle
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The Metropolitan Cathedral of Mexico City.
The Metropolitan Cathedral of the Assumption of the Blessed Virgin Mary to the heavens of Mexico City is the seat of the Primate Archdiocese of Mexico and is located on the north side of the Plaza de la Constitución in the Historic Center of Mexico City .
Note; This conversation is in Spanish…
“I understand Mr. President…I will ask my men at once to investigate what is going on…”
A man wearing a black robe with a gold cross around his neck that goes down to his chest, speaks through the phone with the President of Mexico. That man is Mexico’s Archbishop; my name is Norberto Aguilar. He has a mature face, tan skin, and brown eyes. He has white hair that is combed to the back.
“Unfortunately, I am in Jalisco right now and I can’t go there in two more days. However, I saw in the news the attack of Qutzalcoatl. I trust that you members of the Church are the ones who will take care of this but please don’t cause any more panic…”
“No sir, I will send my scout to investigate, I assure that this won't happen again…”
“I thank you Archbishop and may God be with us…”
The Archbishop finishes the call, he sighs with his eyes closed thinking; “The Aztec God Quetzalcoatl…a very dangerous beast that must be dealt with right away, I wonder if I should call one of those three…”
(KNOCK KNOCK)
“Come in…” The door opens and a woman enters the room. The Archbishop smiles; “Ahh…just the person I wanted to see…welcome, Golden Maiden…”
“Oh please Archbishop, call me Magdalena…” The woman smiles as she takes a seat.
Sister Magdalena (Age 40) is a beautiful mature woman with blonde hair and reddish eyes. She has a well developed body with a curvy figure. She is wearing a black dress and a long hat and silver crossing her neck. She is the leader of the Order of the Holy Maiden in the North American continent. She is known as the Golden Maiden, and her beauty captivates every one who sees her.
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“You wanted to see me Archbishop?”
“You are correct, I’m sure you know about the Aztec God right?”
“Of course, it’s all over social media and the news, but I’m sure the President eliminated the most important content right?”
The Archbishop shows her the picture of Uriel; “He did, but he sent me what the cameras of the Government could capture…”
“Oh, he sure is handsome…Is he Juan de la Trinidad 's Successor?”
“Indeed he is…the New Charro Negro…Uriel Di Fiore…”
"I see...such a shame that he has such a Holy name for a demon…"
" We are under the agreement to not interfere with El Charro Negro but...this attack leaves us with no choice...several collateral damages, more than 100 people were killed in that battle and many more are missing…"
The Golden Maiden looks at the reports; "This leaves us with no choice...I really wouldn't want a war with that man…"
"Me neither...The President has asked for our help...however, we can't make a scene and we don't know what is happening...I received orders from the higher ups to investigate. My plan is to send one of the high ranks from each order…"
"Fufufu...I think I already knew, and one of my disciples is already at the scene…"
"Really...I thank you so much for your cooperation…"
"Not to worry, if you excuse me…" The Golden Maiden stands up and walks towards the door; "May God be with us...Archbishop…"
The Archbishop receives a call; "This can't be...Tezcatlipoca? Are you positive?"
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Xochimilco…
2 hours after the battle...Mexican authorities cleared the area...the catastrophe left with more than 100 people dead and many of them missing...and several destruction including a mountain from afar…
In the area, a man walks towards the scene...he's name is Giovanni Piedmont...a Silver Rank member of the Order of the Holy Cross…The man has black hair, green eyes, light brown skin and he is around his 30’s. He wears a white shirt, black leather jacket and blue jeans with black shoes...
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Note; This conversation is in Spanish...
"Excuse me sir...you can't be here…" An officer stops Giovanni, the officer notices a silver cross;"Oh excuse...go ahead…"
"Grazie…" Giovanni continues his path, he has whiskey and drinks up:
"Aww man...I am so drunk right now..I think I might pass out…"
Giovanni looks at the scene; "Oh wow...this is surely a disaster...I wouldn't want to come across an Aztec God…Now where should I..."
Giovani feels dizzy and walks like a drunk; "Oh man...I think I will throw up…"
"Sheesh...is that how you will act in front of a minor? Judging by your mana and appereace, I can’t believe you’re a silver ranked…" Giovanni hears someone standing behind him. He turns around and sees a nun:
"Hey boy, crossdressing is not funny…"
"Who are you calling a boy...you drunk bastard...my name is Veronica and I am a Sapphire member of the Order of the Holy Maiden…"
Sister Veronica (Age 17) is a young woman who is part of Order and ranked Sapphire which is the third highest position. She has a slim body, brown skin, short black hair and yellow eyes; she has a tomboyish personality.
Giovanni chuckles; "Oh sorry, it's that your boobs are so flat that I thought…"
(CCHHIINNNGGG)
Sister Veronica points her lance to Giovanni in the blink of an eye.-GULP-"She's fast…"
"Listen you drunk bastard...I really hate working with men but I have no choice here...now here is the deal...you will follow my orders or else I'll kill you…"
"Hahaha...calm down missy, I am only playing here...my name is Giovanni, pleasure to meet you…"
"Very well...it's a pleasure...and for the record, I’ll be the captain of this joint operation…now then, it appears that we lost track of the people involved…where do you want to start…”
The area has been cleared by the police and no one is around but just the two of them.
“Okay, let’s get started…” Giovanni lights a cigarette.
“HHEEYY…WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”
“Relax Bambina…I am going to search for the people involved…here…put it on” Giovanni gives her a face mask. Veronica puts it on. Giovanni inhales the smoke and blows it out crating a huge smokescreen as he chants:
“Rilevatore di fumo” (Smoke Tracker)
The smoke changes colors in different directions. Giovanni walks forward, Veronica follows him; “Hey, what is all this?”
“You see, I am no fighter and I am not that strong but I became a silver rank for my sniping and tracking abilities. Okay, we have three powerful sources…the colors mean mana…the brighter the color, the weaker the mana…”
Veronica sees an orange color, a dark red color and a black color, she points at the black one; “So, is that Qutzalcoatl’s mana?”
“It appears to be…man that God is strong…we also have a dark red color, that means that someone else is almost at the same level…and we have an orange color…that individual is not as strong as the other two but I can say it’s a “Silver or a Gold” level…”
“Really?”
“Indeed…now, looking where the smoke stops, the Aztec God disappeared at this spot, probably a portal or something…”
“The other aura, the red one leads to the river and stops there…I can say that he fell into the river…”
“That leaves us with the orange one…that trail continues down the road…” Veronica points at the orange one. Giovanni smiles; “You’re right? So captain…what do we do from here?”
“Isn’t it obvious, we follow the orange path…that will give a clue of what is going on…”
“Very well…by the way, what is our mission again?”
“Sheesh…are you serious? You drunk idiot….”
“HAHA…Sorry, I’m still sobering up…”
Veronica walks forward; “Our mission is capture or kill the ones responsible for this destruction…and our main target is El Charro Negro…”
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