The Mother's Nuns

As John and Robert turned to leave, they were surprised by the sudden appearance of a new nun in black robes.

Her voice was as enchanting as the siren's song, and anyone who heard it was compelled to follow her instructions.

John and Robert felt the pull to do what she said, but they knew better than to let his guard down.

Robert channeled his power to his hand and revolver, ready to defend himself if needed.

Without warning, John turned and shot towards the nun. One of the other nuns, quick as lightning, jumped in front of the black dressed nun, taking the bullet instead, it left the nun incapicated but not dead.

The atmosphere changed completely as all the nuns took combat positions, ready to defend themselves and their fellow sister.

Robert took his revolver out as well, not willing to take any chances.

The nun in the black robes stepped forward, her voice calm and commanding,

"Gentlemen, please drop your weapons. We are servants of the Mother, and we condone violence."

The pull came again, stronger this time, and both Robert and John felt their grip on their weapons loosen.

John pulled himself together again, fighting against the charm of the nun's voice, and shot towards her again.

This time, the nun dodged with the grace of a cat, avoiding the bullet with ease.

"Please, there is no need for violence," the nun said, her voice still calm and controlled.

"We are simply spreading the love of to protect our home and our sisters. If you have any concerns or questions, please ask them without resorting to violence. Drop your weapons please"

John and Robert stood there, momentarily stunned by the nun's words.

Robert's revolver clattered to the ground as he lost control of his own mind, but John was able to resist the pull.

He quickly realized what was happening and gave Robert a light slap to snap him out of it.

Robert shook his head and thanked John as he retrieved his revolver.

John took a deep breath and tried to calm himself, then turned to face the nun.

"May I ask your name, dear sister?" he inquired, trying to keep his tone civil and non-threatening.

The nun gave a soft chuckle, her lips curling into a small smile.

"You can call me Mary, dear sir," she replied, her voice still holding a faint hint of that compelling charm.

John nodded politely, trying to hide his discomfort at the situation.

"May I ask what brings you to this part of town, Sister Mary?"

Mary's smile widened slightly, but her eyes remained guarded. "We are simply passing through," she said, her voice carefully neutral.

John raised an eyebrow skeptically. "Forgive me, but it seems rather unusual for a group of ascendant nuns to be wandering the streets," he replied.

Mary's expression hardened, and her hand tightened.

"We are here on a mission from the Mother," she said, her voice taking on a dangerous edge.

"It would be best for you to leave us be and continue on your way."

Robert felt a chill run down his spine at the nun's words, and he exchanged a worried glance with John.

John, his voice calm yet determined, spoke to Mary with a finesse that could not be ignored.

"Mary, I'm afraid we cannot continue this charade any longer. As you refuse to provide us with the information we seek, we have no choice but to take a more aggressive approach."

He reached into his jacket and retrieved a black custom revolver, which exuded an otherworldly aura.

With both hands firmly grasping the revolvers, John's very being began to emit an ethereal glow.

Mary's eyes widened as John's custom revolver glowed with a mysterious aura. She knew that it was no ordinary weapon.

"It is time for you to return to the Mother!" he declared, before unleashing a barrage of bullets from both revolvers.

As John fired both revolvers, the sound of gunfire echoed through the room, and the smell of gunpowder filled the air.

The nuns screamed and took cover, but one unfortunate nun was hit and lost a leg and an arm.

Robert, meanwhile, also fired his own shots, although his aim was less precise and only managed to graze a few of the nuns.

Mary gritted her teeth and shouted,

"You fools! Do you have any idea what you're doing? You cannot win this battle!"

Her words were met with silence from John and Robert, who were determined to see their mission through.

Robert reloaded his revolver, his hands shaking slightly. He was facing several ascendants at once, he knew it wasn't going to be easy battle.

John's revolvers continued to glow as he fired again, this time hitting another nun in the chest. The nun fell to the ground, gasping for air.

Mary watched in horror as her sisters fell one by one. She knew that she had to act fast. She closed her eyes and focused her mind.

Suddenly, a blinding red light filled the room, and Mary's body started to glow.

John and Robert shielded their eyes, unsure of what was happening. When the light dissipated, they were shocked to see that Mary had transformed.

Gone was the image of a frail and innocent nun, as she transformed into a demonic figure.

Her once gentle and graceful demeanor was replaced by a menacing aura. Bat wings sprouted from her back, and her hands now resembled sharp claws. Her black robe had vanished, revealing a seductive and alluring figure that left John and Robert stunned.

Mary's voice boomed through the room. "You have made a grave mistake. I am The Mother's chosen, and I will not let you destroy our mission. Prepare to face your reckoning!"

John and Robert exchanged a worried glance. They had no idea what they were up against, but they knew that they had to fight for their cause.

They readied their weapons and kept their stances, ready for the fight of their lives

The battle raged on with ferocity, as the other remaining nuns charged towards Robert and John with their short daggers.

John quickly reacted, unleashing a barrage of bullets from both his revolvers.

With expert precision, he blew off one nun's head, tore off a leg from another, and took out an eye from a third.

Robert fired his revolver too, but his aim was less precise, and his shots merely inflicted minor wounds.

As the nuns closed in, two of them reached John, while another two lunged at Robert.

John sprang into action, switching his revolvers to melee mode, using them as deadly weapons against the charging nuns. With a flurry of blows and parries, he fended off their attacks, striking back with brutal force.

Robert, on the other hand, remained on the defensive, dodging and evading the nuns' thrusts and slashes. His heart raced with fear, hoping that John would come to his aid soon.

The sound of gunfire and clashing metal filled the air as John and Robert fought for their lives against the charging nuns.

Robert tried to fight off the two nuns attacking him, but they were too fast and skilled. He dodged and weaved, but their daggers still managed to graze his skin.

John saw Robert struggling and quickly came to his aid. With a swift kick, he knocked one of the nuns back, giving Robert an opening to strike.

Robert took the opportunity and shot his revolver into the nun's chest, the sound of the bullet tearing through flesh echoing in the room.

The remaining nuns looked at each other with fear in their eyes. They knew they were no match for John and Robert, but they also knew they had a greater purpose to fulfill. With a hiss, the demon figure that was once Mary commanded them to retreat backwards.

The nuns obeyed and quickly fled to Mary's side, leaving John and Robert panting and wounded.

Mary used her influence again on them,

"It's time for you to accept your death, drop your revolvers!"

Mary's charming voice was like a siren's song, luring John and Robert towards their demise.

Despite their strong will, the pull was too strong, and they found themselves helplessly dropping their beloved revolvers.

But John was always prepared for the worst, and he had a trick up his sleeve.

"Get ready to run, close your eyes," John whispered to Robert.

With a quick motion, he produced a small sphere from his jacket pocket and hurled it at Mary.

The demon nun laughed, taunting John,

"What do you think you can do with that?"

But the sphere began to pulsate with an otherworldly energy, growing brighter and brighter until it was blinding to anyone who looked upon it.

And then it exploded, sending shockwaves through the air and causing debris to rain down upon the battlefield.

John and Robert seized the moment and quickly retrieved their revolvers. They didn't hesitate to turn and run for their lives, their hearts pounding with adrenaline and fear.

The sound of Mary's demonic laughter echoed behind them, but they didn't dare to look back.

They knew that they had to keep moving if they wanted to survive.