The Smoke Clears

With a swift and decisive motion, Damian seized Vortigern's neck in his powerful grasp, his fingers closing around Vortigern throat with unyielding strength. With a single, fluid movement, he twisted his wrist, the sickening sound of bones snapping echoing through the room.

Vortigern eyes widened in shock and agony as Damian's grip tightened, the life slowly draining from his body. With a final, gasping breath, his body slumped to the ground, his once formidable form now lifeless and still.

As Damian released his hold on Vortigern's broken neck, he took a step back, his expression unreadable. The weight of what he had done hung heavy in the air, but there was no trace of remorse in his cold, steely gaze.

Turning away from the fallen tyrant, Damian reverted back to his human form, the shadows that had cloaked him melting away like mist in the morning sun. He glanced at Arthur and Circe, his eyes hard and determined.

"It's over," he said simply, his voice devoid of emotion. "Let's go."

Arthur and Circe exchanged a glance. With a nod to Damian, they turned and made their way out of the chamber, leaving behind the darkness and chaos of their recent battle.

Though the scars of their encounter with Vortigern would linger, they knew that they had emerged victorious, their strength and resolve unbroken. And as they walked into the light of a new day, they did so with the knowledge that they had faced a great challenge and emerged triumphant.

Arthur, Circe, and Damian emerged from the warehouse, their senses still tingling from the adrenaline of battle. As they made their way to Arthur's car, Damian veered off towards his motorcycle.

"Meet me at the nightclub," Damian called out to them, his voice carrying on the evening breeze.

Arthur nodded in acknowledgment, his eyes following Damian's departure with a sense of respect for the man's unwavering resolve. "We'll be there," he replied, his voice firm with determination.

Circe watched Damian disappear into the darkness, a flicker of concern crossing her features. "Ok... What the hell happened in there!?" she asked, her gaze lingering on the spot where Damian had vanished.

Arthur placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder, his touch warm and comforting. "You've seen worse," he said, offering her a reassuring smile.

With a shared nod of understanding, Arthur and Circe get into the car, the engine purring to life beneath them as they set off into the night.

Arthur and Circe arrived at the nightclub, the pulsating beat of music reverberating through the air as they made their way inside. The dimly lit interior was alive with energy, the dance floor packed with bodies swaying to the rhythm.

At the bar, they found Damian, leaning casually against the counter with a drink in hand. His eyes lit up as he spotted them approaching, a grin spreading across his face.

"Good to see you made it," Damian greeted them, raising his glass in salute. "I was starting to think you'd gotten lost along the way."

Arthur chuckled, shaking his head. "Not a chance. We're right on schedule."

Circe nodded in agreement, a faint smile playing on her lips. "We wouldn't miss this for the world."she in a sarcastic voice.

As they settled in at the bar, Damian wasted no time getting down to business. "So, did you manage to find out anything useful at the warehouse?" he asked, his tone serious.

Arthur nodded, recounting their encounter with Vortigern and their narrow escape from his clutches. "We learned a few things," he replied cryptically. "But we still have a long way to go before we can put an end to this."

Raising their glasses in a silent toast, the trio vowed to stand united against the forces of evil, their resolve unshakable as they prepared to face the challenges that awaited them.

Arthur turned to Damian, his expression earnest. "Damian, can you keep an eye out for any signs of this 'Devil' character? We need to know if he's making any moves in the city."

Damian nodded, his gaze steely. "Consider it done," he replied. Damian flashed them a confident smile. "Don't worry about me," he said, his tone reassuring. "I've faced worse than the Devil before."

With a nod of thanks, Arthur and Circe knew they could trust Damian to watch their backs while they pursued their own investigation. Together, they would stop at nothing to uncover the truth behind the mysterious figure known only as the Devil.

Arthur and Circe bid farewell to Damian, their minds still reeling from the night's events. As they made their way back to Arthur's estate, the air was heavy with anticipation and uncertainty. Damian's promise to keep an eye out for the Devil gave them a glimmer of hope, but they knew they still had a long road ahead.

Upon their arrival at Arthur's estate, they were greeted by the familiar grandeur of the sprawling mansion. But as Arthur stepped inside, something caught his eye—a cryptic invitation lying on the grand foyer table. Curiosity piqued, he picked it up and read the elegant script.

"An invitation to a party," Arthur mused aloud, his brow furrowing in puzzlement. "But who could have sent this?"

Circe joined him, her eyes scanning the invitation with interest. "It doesn't say who it's from," she observed, a note of caution in her voice. "And there's no date or location."

Arthur nodded, his mind already racing with possibilities. "It must be connected to the Devil somehow," he said, his tone grim. "We need to find out more."

With determination in their hearts, Arthur and Circe set out to uncover the truth behind the mysterious invitation. Little did they know, this party would lead them down a path fraught with danger and intrigue, where the lines between friend and foe would blur, and the fate of London would hang in the balance.

As Arthur examined the cryptic invitation to the mysterious party, he noticed another letter tucked behind it. With a sense of familiarity, he recognized the handwriting—a letter from an old friend, Lancelot.

Intrigued, Arthur unfolded the letter and read the heartfelt message within. Lancelot was extending an invitation to a Knights reunion, expressing his genuine excitement at the prospect of Arthur's presence. Memories of their shared adventures flooded Arthur's mind, and a bittersweet smile tugged at his lips.

Circe watched as Arthur's expression softened, sensing the depth of emotion behind the letter. "What is it?" she asked softly, curiosity lacing her voice.

"It's from Lancelot," Arthur replied, his voice tinged with nostalgia. "He's organizing a Knights reunion, and he wants me to be there."

Circe's eyes widened in surprise. "That sounds like quite the event," she remarked, a hint of excitement in her tone.

Arthur nodded, his mind already drifting to memories of camaraderie and brotherhood. "It's been too long since we've all been together," he said wistfully. "I should go."

With a sense of purpose, Arthur made up his mind. He would attend the reunion, not only to reconnect with old friends but also to seek their counsel in the face of the looming threat posed by the Devil.

As they set off to prepare for the reunion, Arthur couldn't shake the feeling that their journey was far from over. Little did he know, the reunion would bring not only cherished memories but also unexpected challenges that would test the bonds of friendship and loyalty to their very limits.