Will of The Countess

JP with mdman, Redsword, Jaxx, Lorem, Trustno1 and Cindy

Agent Powers watched as the doors opened up while he was aiming his holy golden shotgun. The whole thing with the doors was very creepy and the female lich calling herself "Count De-money" made him question a lot of things. Then he spoke up, "Hello Count De-money. Nice name.....NOT. You can fill this place with a ton of potpourri but you will never hide the smell of your rancid butt. You know, I have met some dumb bimbos in my life, but you take the taco, lady! Only a *Creepy Lich* would come back to life now and choose a San Francisco sewer! Tasty pick, bonehead! If you had brain one in that huge melon on top of your neck, you would be living the sweet life out in Southern California's beautiful San Fernando Valley!" Agent Powers was ready to start blasting his target as he gave the Lich a smolder.

Alyssa sighed and made it to standing, not only was Max using the wrong title, he was mispronouncing her name. She directed the words at Max but through the chips in their heads. "What, are you trying to get us all killed? Please just stop. And she's not a Count - a man is a Count - is she a man?" Alyssa was still feeling weak.

The Countess speaks a word of power "Postrate your self!" that echoes in the room and feels like it passed through everyone's body overwhelming the mind of Max, leaving him dumbfounded as he falls to his knees and bows to her uncontrollably.

Choi took in the books on the shelves. “I just came to check out a book. I hear you have an interesting collection here…Mind if I take a look?”

Choi began to walk toward them. He kept an eye on the lich as he walked to the left of her. His sword was still drawn as a defensive measure.

Alyssa rubbed her temple. "Countess I do apologize for him," Pointing at Max. "He does not have a filter and is pretty adolescent sometimes when he speaks." She glanced around, "You know this place is nicer than some areas of San Francisco.”

Sartre figured it was best to feign and placate The Countess. He prostrated.

Agent Power's outward appearance looked like a muscular man struggling against an increase of gravity as he was resisting and sweating a lot. However on the inside he was panicking like a kid wondering how he was going to get out of this mess. His powerful body was not moving and he was literally helpless at the moment. To make things worse he was worried he might run out of energy too soon and revert back to his teen self in front of everyone. He was doing his best to not break down and cry at the moment as he tried to think of something clever but nothing came to mind.

Choi takes some steps forward toward the bookshelves and is stopped. his feet do not want to move and his legs are shaking. The force that was weighing on him was immense. The presence of the Lich was overbearing. He just felt like falling to his knees.

Yeong felt the pressure to force him to the ground. With everything inside him, Choi reached to the strength of the spirit. His spirit remained unyielding. The weight of oppression bore down upon him, yet defiance burned in his eyes.

His mind raced, weaving threads of rebellion. Memories of loved ones, promises made, and a cause greater than himself fueled Yeong’s resolve. The taste of freedom lingered on his tongue. Sweat dripped from his brow, mixing with the dust of the floor, as he fought to remain upright.

The room seemed to close in, oppressive and suffocating. The very act of kneeling became a battleground—a symbol of surrender versus defiance. His trembling hands clenched into fists, nails digging into his palms. He would not break. Not here. Not now.

And so, as the world blurred around him, he drew strength from the depths of his soul. Each heartbeat echoed defiance, a rhythm of rebellion that drowned out the presence of the lich. It would never break his spirit.

He became a testament to resilience. Despite the pain, despite the odds stacked against him, he remained defiant, unyielding, and free in spirit.

Countess Demonia watched Alyssa rub her temples. "Child, I have had a long time to make this place the way it is. Who are you? There is something familiar about you." Demonia asked inquisitively.

Then turned to Choi. "Strong-willed are we. I do not want you dead yet." The Countess commented. She waved her hand and Choi was thrown back by the door. It was easy for him to stay on his feet as he slid to a stop near the door.

Agent Powers gritted his teeth in defiance as he continued to resist. He refused to give in but ironically could not come up with anything to do or say at the moment. Sweat dripped from his bald head as he grunted. He was scared he would lose his fake muscular body before they could even fight the enemy. He needed to come up with a solution but time was not on his side.

Alyssa gave a nod, "I believe I haven't met you before but that may be incorrect. Countess, perhaps you have met my father?" Alyssa figured the Countess could get information from her one way or the other, and the hacker was not up for fighting the being. "I am Alyssa Wilson. My father is Matt Wilson." Or maybe that saying - Catching flies with honey instead of vinegar.