The Bleeding Walls
By the Scribe
Prologue
“Go then, there are other worlds than these.”
- Stephen King, The Gunslinger
The world had changed but no one had noticed.
A slayer had died, the demon Glory had been destroyed
for all time, cursed by the weakness of her human shell to die a mortal death.
The destruction that would have been caused by her plan to bring her hell
dimension to the plane she had been imprisoned had failed but the balance of
the world had been affected. For a short time, all the dimensions had shared
the same space and the convergence of time, space, mystical energy had caused
subtle shifts in the order of things.
No one had noticed, not at first.
The changes were subtle and went about completely
unnoticed for the first few years. The Watcher Council reported a new kind of
vampire, one that couldn’t be killed by a stake. They had to be decapitated and
could only be killed by silver. They seemed to react badly to the blood of the
dead. The Turok-Han had proved that vampires could
evolve and while this was disturbing, it wasn’t entirely unheard of. The new
vampires were not prolific and they seemed to be isolated in small groups. They
didn’t hunt the way the line of Aurelius had done and thus their numbers were
kept low.
Then three years ago, the world had been gripped by
a supernatural maelstrom of biblical proportions, seas had turned to blood,
tornados, hurricanes and floods had ripped across the planet. Whole towns were
wiped out and ominous portents began appear with revelations that something
terrible had entered the world. Demons who were considered allies were suddenly
opening portals back to their home dimensions, fleeing this nameless terror.
The Watcher Council was at a loss to explain what it could be. Suddenly their
texts and resources appeared to have gaping holes as supernatural beings
appeared that had never been encountered before.
Then all of a sudden it stopped.
In a place called Stull Cemetery, in Lawrence,
Kansas, a climax had been reached. The slayers had converged on the place,
trying to find the source of the great evil but by the time they’d arrived, it
was all over. The destruction and chaos came to an end. Peace was restored and
the world exhaled with a sigh of relief as things returned to some semblance of
former order. The Watcher Council chalked it up to their home dimension
regaining balance following the disruption caused by Glory in her attempt to
bring forth a hell dimension.
Whatever it was that had almost turned the world
inside out, was gone and everything was back to normal.
So it seemed.