A refined limousine, black, with little flags on which was the papal symbol along with the emblem of the Coven. Inside there was the Grand Master Giovanni Monteverdi X along with two of his colleagues and personal assistants: Vittoria Toscano and Rebecca Forte. The two girls in their twenties with long brown and blond hair, respectively, had the task of protecting the Grand Master. The limousine was protected by two armored vehicles of the Coven full of men ready to fight against every threat.
Giovanni was quiet and sipping wine while looking at the London scene. Vittoria Toscano was reading the newspaper:« Apparently a certain Sergei Rybakov has been accused of many terrorist attacks here in London. »
« Well well! Did you see what a mess it was in Trafalgar Square? It's now unrecognizable! » Exclaimed Rebecca.
« Poor London and poor English, they certainly don't deserve this treatment. »
« They are English. » Giovanni said: « They are Protestants. They have chosen to abandon the graces of the Lord and this is what they deserve. This country of heretics, blasphemous and traitors does not deserve our pity. Catholics should not worry about these idiots. May they all rot in Hell. »« Come on, don't be so bad! » Rebecca said, smiling maliciously.
« I can't do anything about it. I hate this place and I hate these people. We came here only because the Mage's Association asked me to meet them. »
« It's all because of that incompetent girl. »
« Don't be abrupt, Rebecca, it's not Elisa's fault if she was too naive. We'll manage it. »
« But what will become of her? » Asked Vittoria.
« I'll let them keep her, I don't waste my time for dead weights. »
« And what will become of Alessandro Serpi? »
« I don't know. On one hand I am sorry but on the other I wish he was dead. Betraying us was a mad act, an act of pure and simple blasphemy. Worth a punishment. »
« Do you want to punish him personally? »« No, I'm not an animal, I'll probably have him killed by someone. »
« I want to kill that bratty brat! » Exclaimed Rebecca.
« Be careful how you talk: even if he's a traitor but he's still a very powerful magus. The blood of a powerful druid runs in his veins. »
The limousine stopped suddenly, spurting wine on the Grand Master's toga. Giovanni became irritated and muttered:
« Damn city full of rubbish. »
He turned only a moment toward the window and noticed that a creature in black armor, full of scales, with the helmet in the shape of a dragon head was about to collide with them.
Giovanni, panicked, shouted:
« Get this fucking car started! »Berserker crashed full force against the limousine overturning it. The people of London were shocked to see that scene so frightening, another nightmare was about to strangle the city.
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