The Mortisian Syndicate Lore

The year is 1920, and at time of entry it is April 28th. Two Years after the Great War and our boys had returned home, bedraggled, beaten, and worn from the events that transpired throughout the War. Every Trench that became a Burial Mound shocked through the minds of those that experienced the life that permeated within it. The now Godfather, Grand V. Mortem, had just returned home those two years ago to face off into another War. His adopted Father, Don Varsezzi, was on his Final Stretch and his sons had separated and sought to vie for power over the whole Family Business. There was the youngest and most violent, Ricky "Jacked" Varsezzi, who gained his infamy in the Boxing Arena for having never lost a fight, Baxton "Rook" Varsezzi, the man who originally built up the schematics for the Omerta Hotel and built world class Criminal Fortresses across Babylon, Antonio "The Risk" Varsezzi, whose infamy grew from his incredibly spontaneous and unpredictable behavior that grew him a following of supporters who had profited off his strange and bizarre adventures, and then there were the Bastards, Justin "Tricky" Varsezzi, Grey Varsezzi, Jubby "Wicker" Varsezzi, and the final son, adopted into the Family, Grand "Golden Eye" Varsezzi. Those of the more prominent places in their family, those being the largest competitors for the position of Head of House were Baxton, Ricky, and Antonio who had formed their own factions out of the various groups that existed within the Varsezzi power structure. Ricky took on the lead of the Gang called the Neutrals while Baxton took over leadership of Baxxie's Boys and Antonio over the Blighters. the streets were ariff with Gang violence, death was on every street corner and littered every gutter for miles due to the conflict that even the BPD (Babylon Police Department), could not keep up with the chaos and struggles that permeated within the City. The Chief of Police, Gin' was days away from calling the Military to put the city into -
Martial Law, due to the violence that was occurring within their City. However, within this time Grand and Grey had just returned home from the War, Grand at the rank of Captain by the end of his tenure and Grey a Master Sergeant due to the actions they had each individually accomplished during the War, when they had been picked up by their younger brothers Tricky and Wicker. The two of them filled the older brothers in on the actions that had been happening in Babylon since they had been gone which left them feeling overtly disappointed and disturbed. They asked Tricky to drive them to the Hospital so that they may see the Don Varsezzi, their father, before he passes. The drive was carried along quietly after that as Grand stared out of the window in thought, Grey noticed this but kept it to himself while they were driven there yet any real thought was drowned out by the conversations had between Tricky and Wicker about Libraries and City planning. After about thirty minutes of driving they reached the Hospital and made their way to the Don Varsezzi's room, in which they were greeted by a couple of his bodyguards who stopped them at the entrance, looked them over and nodded lightly, before letting them in. The Don Varsezzi had become a shell of his former self, his hair had fallen out and his skin worn and ragged with age and distress. The Four Brothers approached to either side of the bed while placing their hands on his arms in silent prayer, the Don Varsezzi awoke softly as he looked over his sons eyes, "Boys..cough cough I know I do not have long for this Earth. Though in my time I have seen a great many things, it is you all, who must carry this torch that I had lit so long ago, lest we lose the way we paved for us, the roads that lead from Rome shall be covered in dust and decay. cough cough" He rattled out with deathly gasps and moans of pain. "Save your breathe Dad, you'll make it through this, I promise we'll find a way!" Sniffled out a teary eye'd-
Wolf eared Tricky. "Ahh, my son. Your mother was always so hopeful and kind, but this world is not so similar." lamented the Don Varsezzi before erupting into a coughing fit, blood spilling from his lips to paint his chin and cheek, "Father, what do you wish to be done regarding the growing conflict amongst our brothers?" stated a calm and calculated Grand, his eyes fixed deeply on his adoptive fathers as they spoke between each other. "I wish for my City united, and the violence to stop. I know I had not raised you all as best as I could but...I wish for my errors to be righted and the City to return to its peace." Though previously the Dons' eyes were of a saddened state, they now held within them a bitter hatred, a loathing expression of pain held across his face, "I trust in you, the ability to see my will done, Grand, carry my Torch. Carry it...far, from here.." the final lights of fire within his soul began to flicker out, his grip on his sons hands weakened, until all life had faded entirely from his mortal carapace, the Don Varsezzi was dead, and his sons mourned in a mixture of bitter silence, tear filled gazes, or stoic dismay. At the Funeral, all of the Brothers, had gathered in a temporary Ceasefire, a Truce for the mourning of their Father. In which their Fathers Will had been read. After various sprees of commentary on the world, thanking the services of his closest companions one of whom was the Ursine Consigliere with whom he fathered Panda from, he made his way to the final note regarding the Family Business. "To my Adoptive Son Grand, I leave to you the City and the Family Legacy, take with it the Torch I have burned brightly for so many years, and carry it far off to Olympus, set alight the hairs of Zeus and take hold of that golden Throne. I give to you the Family Business, its wealth, its worries and woes, its businesses and its pains. You shall shoulder the burden, my Atlas, my Prometheus, my Son." As the final words of the Will were read out-
All of the brothers eyes looked then to Grand, those eyes of Ricky, Antonio, and Baxton looked to Grand with a great deal amount of hatred and scorn, while the others, Panda, Tricky, Wicker, and Grey looked to him with a stern approval. The Battle lines had been drawn then, and the brothers knew what would come next from all of this pain and turmoil, the Final showdown, the Final Battle. And as the Don Varsezzi's body was lowered into that Babylon Cemetary plot, with flowers strewn and lain all around it, the brothers surrounded the slowly descending Casket, with glasses of Wine in hand, and drank their final cup together. The Final Glass of a United Family, the end of the Varsezzi bloodline. A Week had past them by quickly after the Funeral when the newly named Consigliere Panda, had entered into the Don Grand Varsezzis' Office with shaky hands clasped in a series of papers. He placed them on his desk and said simply, "Donny, Ricky, Baxton, and Antonio have allied together to kill you and have declared War against you, claiming you to be a Pretender who stole and wrote our fathers' Will.." Grand peered up from the paperwork with a slow and calculated expression, he nodded simply and said in response his deep tone, "Then I have my reason, and my path is set before me. They have made my job easier then and I have no reason for remorse any longer." He set the papers down upon the table, neatly lain side by side before standing and clasping his hands behind his back as he looked to Panda, "Gather everyone, I want our boys' ready. Have Grey rally the best of our boys together into his personal force, have the rest split up amongst our other Brothers that have chosen to remain by my side." "Yes Don, who will I-" Panda stated before getting cut off. "Don't, call me Don. You are my Brother, my name is Grand. And you will not join the fight." "But why I can help! I can help reunite the family I can try!" "You will die if you go through with this, and I cannot let you."-
"I cannot let you die." "But...Grand I, I can't let Dad down...I can't keep being looked at as the Weakest of the Family!" "You are NOT the Weakest. You carry every single persons heart and soul upon your shoulders, you are the reason this city has any hope for it at all. That is why you must live, you must not be tainted with the blood of family on your hands, you must be free of these shackles that will condemn us to Hell." "Bu...sniff y-yes, Grand." Grands face softened extensively at this, before he moved his way around the desk and pulled Panda into a tight embrace patting his back gently before saying, "If I die, you will carry the torch in the fallout of this. You will be the Beacon of Light, the Light at the end of the Tunnel. Promise me you will do this for me." Through teary eyed sniffles he nodded softly, "I..I promise." And after a moments more of the embrace he turned and wiped the tears from his eyes and made his way over to the Rotary phone and began doing what he was tasked with, the brothers being summoned to the Hotel, the Family rallied for War. The plan was simple, Grand would be speaking as the business owner of the Omerta and a great many local venues within the City alongside the Mayor and the Chief of the BPD Gin, before a Press Conference to discuss with the Press what the Police is doing to stop the rampant spread of Crime and Gang violence in the City, and to talk about how Businesses and the local Governance has been affected. This would be the most opportune moment for the Trifecta (Ricky, Baxton, and Antonios Union) to attack and kill Grand and the Chief of the BPD. This was known by Grand as he made it aware to his brothers, yet his plan was as such, he would have Tricky, with his knowledge of the architectural layout of the City, make his way with his team through the Sewers to the position underneath the road right in front of the Press Conference area, they would plant TNT Charges on the underside of the road and wait in a-
Nearby Apartment building that overlooked the venue to act as a crucial point to it all, "Making it look like an Accident" a freak sewage line accident that would be written off as a stroke of Circumstance by the Press yet would be fully planned and coordinated by those on Trickys' team. The next deterrence would be led by Wicker, who would track down and locate the main Headquarters of the Trifecta and keep eyes on it, noting down all the relevant information that they could ascertain from it before moving in to kill all those that remained inside in conjunction with Grey and his chosen Elite. However what came as a much more welcome surpise was the admittance of a figure known as Sangres into the Meeting who said he would pad the Press with his people to ensure that nothing damaging would go out against them nor would anyone suspect fowl play because of it and his power over the Media of the City. With these pieces set up, the rest of the men would be placed within the Press seating and on over watch throughout the area around the Press Conference to ensure that all the base points were covered and set straight. All that was left then was the execution of the plan, With Panda remaining in the Omerta in dismay, the brothers rallied their men and made their way to their assorted points, Tricky made his way into the sewers with his men from the Omertas' basement. The scent was harsh on the Wolf boys keen sense of smell but he and his had to shoulder on and make their way through, it was here however that they ran into perhaps the most terrifying aspect of their job, the Ratfolk of the Blighters. Numerous disease ridden Ratfolk armed with melee and ranged weapons alike were busy scavenging and consuming the flesh of a dead maintenance worker who was busy fixing a sewage line from within when they noticed the group that was approaching. With a loud screech they began to rush towards Tricky and his people in a mad dash, Tricky, unarmed, pointed for his people who -
began to open fire on the growing horde of creatures that approached them. Because the sound echoed throughout the sewers Trickys' group had to fight through the thickest of Disease ridden Ratfolk that permeated within the Sewers, bodies lying to either side twitching and gasping in blood and gore, the dirt and sick mixing with their disease ridden forms. It became so much that some of Trickys' people began to vomit out of disgust, but they had to press onward through the the Passageways, with Tricky acting as their Guide. In a different part of the city, Grand was being chauffeured by a new hire to the Hotel, a young man named Tucker who, although new to the job, was eager to please and assist the Mr. Mortem with whatever it was he needed to get done. Tucker parked the Car in the parking lot nearby the Townhall and moved to open the door for Grand to exit but was stopped by an approaching figure, who swayed to either side as they opened the door themselves and entered into the Car beside Grand. "It is not like you to make a public appearance, so I am to assume something is going to occur during this then..right?" Grand simply noted before casting a glance over to the Silver haired Candid who looked to him with a sense of worry and sympathy for the Man. "I will not lie to you, but I will also state you should not have to ask, nor will you wish for the answer if it is true." The Chief of the BPDs' face softened then for a moment before placing a hand on Grands arm, running their hand up and down for a moment to do their best to comfort him before moving to plant a kiss on his cheek, Grand simply flicked them in the Forehead before saying, "Save it Gin'. The Press have eyes everywhere and my Brothers are already likely on their way, we need to move to the Podium." "Yo-you right. But I will get you next time." "I imagine you will try." replied Grand in a matter of fact manner. Gin grumbled lightly to themselves before punching Grand lightly in the arm before making-
their way out of the Vehicle, Tucker who had been glancing away to ensure their privacy scrambled off to Grands' door and opened it for him, giving a little head nod as he exited the vehicle. Grand patted Tucker on the shoulder before moving himself and his cane from the vehicle, he readjusted his wicker boater hat and lit for himself a Black papered cigarette before making his way to the Podium, seating himself along side Gin and the Mayor of the City who was sweating lightly and adjusting a couple of his papers on the Podium. Far off, in the distant slums of Babylon, at the Trifectas newly located Headquarters, Jubby and Grey, along with their chosen men observed the building, before saying about four fully filled Trucks of Human, Orcs, Elves, and Kinfolk all mixed together in transport trucks leaving the building, in total each Truck could carry around twenty four men, excluding the driver and passenger in the front so overall Twenty Six men per vehicle. In total all of the people that had begun driving away was 104 people, all aiming to kill Grand, the Mayor, the Chief, and the Press to fully take over the City and make it their leaders. Jubby and Grey looked to each other with a worried expression as they watched the trucks go, but knew what they had to do. Their job was to raze, to kill all those who remained inside, and do so quickly so that they can return to help their Family along, they must kill their Brothers. And so they charged forth, Jubby took his men to the Roof in which they shot harpoons onto the Headquarters roof with ropes attached and began to climb over the road to enter in from above, Grey took his men through the front gate more or less. Though the building was still in the slums, it was one of the Strongholds that Baxton had built for the Family when times were simpler. Once Jubby and his people had taken over the Roof, he sent his men armed with silenced M1911s down the stairwell when they heard the sound of gunfire happening below.-
Grey and his people and shot the hinges off the front gates before sending an old Box truck through, with Grey driving he crashed through the front Gate before jumping out of the drivers side, rolling violently along the gravel as the Truck careened and smashed itself directly into the front door of the building causing a massive impact that destroyed the truck and caused oil and fire to begin to spread throughout. Once the Gate was knocked down Greys People began to push there way into the building, taking down all the guards that were there on the outside guarding where Grey was noted for taking a bar from the Gate that had fallen off and using it to crack open the skulls of a couple of those who came out of the building with Crowbars and knives. With a mighty swing his Bar broke the skull of one unfortunate Orc who thought that because his bones were stronger he would be able to take the impact, yet as his eye was dislodged form his skull and blood began pooling down onto the floor this Orc understood the sheer difference of combative output that was being showcased. Yet as the Orcs blood caked the bar, it began to erode and soon became an unusable weapon for Grey so, to his dismay he had to switch to his Pistol and PPSH. Up above Jubby and his people and begun to clear the rooms that lined the top of the building, numerous people who had been cleaning their weapons were assassinated within their rooms, blood covering the walls before this all had begun downstairs. Once the battle had begun here, Jubbys' cover was essentially blown as people began to rush out of their rooms to go and assist downstairs. It was here that Jubby, with dagger like claws on his hands would sneak behind one of the heavier set humans who was setting up his Lewis gun in the window to fire down upon Grey that Jubby slashed out his Achilles tendon! As the man was falling Jubby moved to the side and went to stab his fingers into the wrists of the man on the ground before leaning down and-
chomping violently on the throat of the Heavy, tearing his throat out of his neck before leaving him there to suffer the death that awaited him. Jubby stood then and moved to grab the Lewis Gun from the Window and bring it along to give to Grey as a Gift. As the Battle and bloodshed continued here at the Headquarters, far below in the sewers Tricky had made his way to the position that was needed to set the charges, however a great many of his men were dead, limping or feeling absolutely sick due to all of the destruction that they were kept in close confines with, their ammo nearly depleted. Tricky and his men had begun setting the charges with the sounds of the Mayor about to begin his speech occurring above it was a wonder that the concrete that separated them from the surface kept the sounds of Gunfire muffled enough to sound akin to simple city life noises, or perhaps the people were simply used to the sounds by now.. in either case, the charges had been set and the line was being dragged back a safe distance when a distant thudding began to reverberate through the Sewers. What approached was a large grotesquely modified Blighter, with muscles nearly ripping through their skin they roared out a vicious screech as it began to barrel its way towards Tricky and his men. Tricky, knowing his men were tired and on the brink of collapse decided the following, "You all! Get the charges set and get up to the Reindevous point, I shall meet you there! I will take care of this." They looked between themselves with worry before nodding, one of them throwing them their C96 Mauser that they had pinched during the Great War. He caught it with a singular nod towards them before his men began to flee back the other way with the Dynamite line in tow. Tricky turned with what seemed like growing anxiety as the creature began to barrel towards him, he knew what he had to do but did not know if he had the strength to do it. He steadied himself and reloaded the weapon before -
aiming it towards the the Blighter Boss. Firing a quick spray at its eyes to blind it, the bullets ripped through its flesh causing it to scream out in a blood curdling scream before continuing its charge, though it was blind, its sense of smell was still acute enough to track Trickys' position, he only really pissed it off but, this was his plan. As it finally reached him, it made a sideways swipe for him to which he dodged by rushing forward and ducking beneath its legs, firing down at its right ankle as he moved beneath it. This caused the behemoth to fall to a knee in pain but did not stop its violence, it swung its thick tail for Trickys' legs which caused him to trip out from beneath himself falling into the sewage. Within a moment the Tail came tip down towards his chest with what appeared to be a sharp metal attachment to the tip that would have surely pierced through him. He rolled at the last second to the side and moved to stand after he dodged the strike, he chose then to rush forward again while it had its back turned, firing upon the base of the tail to make it harder for it to move before choosing to use it as leverage, running up and stepping his foot onto the base kicking off and climbing onto the Rats back. Every time he touched it or shot it it roared out a violent cry but it was here that Tricky would claim victory. He would take the Mauser and aim it at the back of the Rats head, uttering a silent, "Im sorry." before firing the weapon and unloading its contents into the back of its head. Its brains and blood splattering the ground in front of it and the screaming stopped, causing it to fall to the floor with Tricky on its Back. Though it seemed like a short amount of time, this confrontation was long enough for his men to have set up the Dynamite and pulled the plunger. The Spark was travelling along the line quickly and Tricky had no time to run anywhere safe enough to keep him from getting caught in the blast. So he chose the only place he-
could find in time. As he scrambled desperately he tried his best to lift the body of the Behemoth just enough to crawl underneath it, his top half covered underneath it as the scent suffocated him with both the weight of the body and the fetid decay of the body that he hid beneath amongst the maggots and sickness of its gore. In but a moment he would be caught in the blast. Back above, Grand was seated in anticipation beside Gin and the Mayor, when the Mayor nodded to Grand in a desperate plea to say something to the Press. He exhaled audibly before moving to stand, making his way up to the Podium before tapping the end of his Cane on the wood, "Good afternoon everyone, I am Grand Varsezzi, owner of the Omerta Hotel, son of the late Mr. Varsezzi who owned the Family businesses prior to myself. I am here today to act as a mediator between the people, and the more, 'Business and Organization' oriented aspects of the City regarding our take on the Gang Violence of the City. Truth be told, having just recently won the War I was disheartened to know the city my father held so close to his heart was ariff in destruction so rampantly. On the precipice of great success, we have been faced with utter chaos and turmoil due to the actions of these lesser Gangs of the Neutrals, Blighters, and so on so forth. I will tell you all honestly that we have nothing to fear. For those whom we face are weak men with weak wills and weak minds. If it were not for the fact that they all bleed, they would view themselves as Immortals untouchable by the icy grip of their comrades, or the cold wrought iron of handcuffs and iron bars. The Men who lead these gangs, are not Warriors, they are angsty boys who have no sense of suffering, no real understanding of the world and all of its many layers and reasons. And it is as such the reason why we, the people that exist within it, shall defeat them. The Police, combined with us, our hearts and souls, led by our chosen leaders, shall decimate-
the opposition, in our chosen paths of War and destruction. It is us, and it is you, and it is I. Stand beside me, stand beside us as we do away with the burdens of these people, and claim victory, in the name of all Babylonians! For we shall Conquer Tomorrow! We shall reclaim our homes and all that we so choose to take! Conquistiamo- Domani!"
It was then, that the Trucks screamed into view, landing directly overtop where the Charges were set to be placed, as they finally screamed to a halt their contents began to spill out, men and women of varying sizes and shapes all armed with the weapons of the Trade began to pour out and fire towards Grand, Gin and the Mayor. Gin chose to knock the Mayor down off the back of the Stage to avoid the gunfire but took several rounds to arm, causing it to fall limp, with an outcry of pain they turned and rushed to hide behind the Podium with Grand as they pulled their revolver from their Holster and Grand pulled his 1911 from his own. "You could have at least told me how many!" Shouted Gin' through the screams of the Press who began to flee off to the sides away from the gunfire, the podium chipping away with every bullet that ripped through it. "Oops." Was all Grand responded with before he pointed behind Gin, "You go that way, I will draw their fire this way." He said indicating behind himself. Gin nodded thus after tying off a quick tourniquet on their arm before they broke from each other, running off to either side of the stage firing upon the various people that were now charging towards them. Gins' Revolver ripping holes into the foes bodies as they took cover, Grands 1911 doing much the same. It was then that he took from his coat a Flare Gun, aiming it up towards the Sky and firing it off! While taking fire from the enemy that approached them. The Flare blasted high into the sky indicating to the surrounding figures to begin opening fire. The area around the Town Hall erupting in gunfire as the 104 Trifecta Soldiers began to take fire from the surrounding buildings nearby. a Storm of lead raining down upon them as the area around the Townhall began to become a field of death. The ground underneath two of the Trucks erupted, concrete and fire turning the Trucks over on their sides and sending debris everywhere, crushing numerous people and blasting a hole -
out of the ground leaving a giant crater that, though filled with rubble, lead all the way down to the Sewer systems below. Grand could only hope that Tricky made it out in time, before Tricky's team joined into the fray, no sign what so ever. He could not think of it then, he must complete his objective. Kill these people and live to carry the Torch. So that is what he did, locating a fallen Thompson rifle upon the ground he picked it up along with the ammo and begun to spray down the combatants he could see, those who were caught in the blast lying dead or crushed beneath stones or from shrapnel or bullet, as well as those who stumbled around disoriented now lain to rest by way of the Varsezzi Mens' Bullets. Death was the consistent upon this battlefield, bodies strewn about as Gin would move to stand beside Grand, back to back as the living Trifecta men began to rise up and fire upon them, though still crippled Gin would be precise with their weapon, carving holes through skulls with every time the trigger was pulled, retrieving ammo from her holster or picking up weapons that were upon the ground, they together along with the surrounding Varsezzi men began to route the surrounded Enemy, many scrambling into the trucks to flee off back to the Slums while many were slaughtered in their way to the vehicles, of the 104 Trifecta men, only 34 remained after the topside battle came to its sobering end, the Mayor, who fell unconscious when he fell, was taken away to the Hospital by Tucker would not rouse until several hours after all of today occurred. Gin soon fell unconscious due to the blood loss and was whisked away by a couple of the Varsezzi men to the Hospital in one of their vehicles they stashed nearby, Grand simply sat amongst the bodies for a bit of time before his men approached him swiftly, "Don, we-don't know where Tricky is..he didn't come back after a shit stack of a Ratfuck started charging at us...he was still at the explosive site the last we saw -"
"- him..." The Don nodded slowly peering off towards the rubble of the crater saying, "Twenty of you, dig out the crater and see what you can find. The rest of you, get in your cars and secure our establishments, let the enemy who are retreating live for now, none of my Enemy were among st them." He waved his hand and off they went to work. Many more than twenty remaining behind to dig out the crater while others returned to their cars and began to flee the scene. Soon after it was Grand alone left with the Bodies of the dead all around him. He sniffled lightly but chose this time to place his hand upon one of the dead nearby him, a collection of inaudible whispers escaping him before the body began to twitch to lie and move again. Moving to the next corpse nearby to pick it up and drag it over to him. The two of them repeated this process about 9 more times until in total there were 10 of the once dead foe shambling about, picking up and dragging away corpses to vacant vehicles elsewhere, retrieving another Box Truck, they began to load corpses onto the back of the Truck until, in total, there were 72 bodies, fully attached or in pieces loaded into it stacked on top of each other. The Ghouls themselves then laid down amongst the dead in the back and closed their eyes to sleep once more. Grand soon rose once more and peered over the edge of the crater down into the hole below that, to his surprise was nearly finished in its way of being cleared by, not only his own people, but by Ratfolk as well. They seemed much cleaner than the corpses that littered the ground, and smaller in size. They made a line to move debris out of the crater that was made there over time. Grand simply let them work away the debris before moving to seat himself down upon the tattered stage, and fall into a lulled sleep. The ground around him covered in bullet holes and blood, the Chairs that once housed the Press now scattered amongst the rocks and debris all meshed together amongst -
the slowly settling dust particulates that gently fluttered to the ground. Off back in the Slums, Jubby and Grey made their way to the center of the building, finally meeting up outside perhaps the largest door in the building that had previously been guarded by two large Orcs with Lewis Guns each, now messes of corpses upon the floor. Jubby tossed Grey the Lewis Gun he got from upstairs and moved aside for Greys' breachers to knock the door down. Four Shotgun blasts later and the doors came careening down in a loud clatter! Grey and Jubby led the charge into the room in which they fired upon all of those within save for their brothers, women and men of varying calibers with varying weaponry exploding in sprays of red matter as the Brothers raised their hands high eyes wide upon their faces. Grey and Jubby, followed closely by their people would all aim their weapons at Baxton, Ricky, and Antonio. "So i's comin' ta' this 'uh, *HUH Grey Boy?!" Shouted Ricky towards our boy Grey. "So it has." Was all that Grey replied with before Baxton said in response, "You are too late you fucks. Grand will be dead and you all will be reduced to what we were only months ago, the cycle will continue endlessly you have changed nothing but the Players!" Jubby replied with a simple, "I have faith in him." Before they all looked to Antonio, expecting him to say his final words. Yet all that he replied with was simply spitting on the ground and saying, "Fuck off then." To which Grey and Jubby. Gunned down and massacred their own brothers, cementing this final transition of power for the new Era of the Family. Once they were dead Grey peered about and noticed numerous satanic ritualistic markings on their old bloody paperwork and specifically noticed Baxton had numerous satanic tatoos on his body. He scoffed at all of it before retrieving a match and kindling and began to set the entire place on fire. "Get cremated you sons' of bitches!" He would shout out before dropping the -
kindling down upon their bodies. Jubby, himself, and their men would quickly move to flee the building, the inferno growing rapidly as they made their escape. until they, and their men had fully exited the apartment fortress that had been built leaving behind a raging inferno that the Fire Department would take care of for them. They patted each others backs and moved then to make their way back to the Hotel, bloodied, yet victorious. Along the way they would pass by the Townhall area to check on the damage or to see if Grand was still alive to, their surprise, they saw him slumped over on a chair on the stage, they swerved their car off the road and drive past the crater and the men who were inside to the base of the Stage, exiting the vehicle quickly to climb the tattered remnants of the bullet hole laden stage. They both moved to stand beside Grand and shake him, inspecting his body to ensure he was not injured anywhere that, to their surprise he was not at all, save for numerous splatters of blood that soaked his black suited attire. He slowly roused himself awake looking at his brothers through a half lidded gaze that turned into a simple faint smile before he moved to stand, a slight struggle due to his previous back injury sustained in the Great War. He would make his way along with his brothers towards the Car, to which then they were approached by Two of the Varsezzi men carrying a stretcher that had Trickys' body upon it. It was then that Grey and Jubby both looked down towards him Jubby with tears welling in his eyes while Grey held a deeply set frown upon his face before Grand simply sent a very harsh slap across Trickys' face which almost immediately woke him up, "OW! What was that for!?" He said in his wolfish dismay. "You didn't follow the plan and nearly died. Get in the Car you, lets go." Grand said with mild irritation, looks of surprise and Grey slightly covering his mouth to hide his chuckle would all collectively move together into the car-
Grand ordering two of his men to take the Body Cart and hide it in an Abandoned Warehouse nearby the Omerta, and to let no one near it. While the rest were to return back to the Omerta and await the results of battle. With the Family all returning back to The Omerta, there seemed like a quiet applause from the people who observed from their apartment windows nearby the Hotel. Some throwing petals down towards their cars, though it was a sobering moment. Their victory was not yet complete. The brothers, bloodied, bruised, battered and the like exited the vehicle at the front door of the Omerta, slowly making their way into the Hotel. the moment the door had opened and they had all entered they were charged by Panda who wrapped them all in a hug, Grey who nearly punched Pandas head off was the first to be able to respond by patting him gently on the shoulder, "Yeah yeah we are fine. Look, both hands still!" He said showing Panda both of his hands in response, Panda simply nodded and hugged his brothers closely. To which they soon then all replied by hugging him back in response. Tucker who came in from the side door after having dropped Gin off at the Hospital came in, clasping his hands behind his back as he stood off to the side, the battle then was truly won. And with acceptable losses, the House was victorious. After a Days worth of Rest, the Don gathered up his people into the underground Amphitheater, separating them by their groups that they were apart of when conducting this plan. To which he and his Family entered to the sound of roaring applause from their people. They made their way to the stage, their wounds wrapped and injuries taken care of as best as they could before Grand moved forward and spoke out to the crowd. "Quiet you Filthy Fucking Animals! I shall inform you all as to why I have called you all down here today! Do not cheer until the very end, do not dance or shout out or else you will be shot, understand? Fantastic, then let us continue."-
He turned behind himself, looking to his Brothers before looking back out to the Crowd, "Today, we mark this as our Familys' holiday. The Celebration of our Victory against our foes, and the day we unite against those that would seek to undo us. As such, we shall enter into this new Era with a new Name, a new symbol that we shall take on as we pave our own path, a new journey in order to fulfill our late fathers' Will. Carry the Torch, and so we will under the new name of, 'Mortem'. October 14th, 1920 shall be our own Holiday, burn it into your memories Boys and Girls. Our legend shall never die!" The crowd would then erupt into applause as the new House symbol would unravel behind them, placed upon a Banner a White winged Cross on a Coffin pin.
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