GOLGOTHA - 4: WARDA'S WAR

Witness the rise of Scarlet Rose the Goddess of Eternal Black Flames in another 80s anime ova.

“Wait a second.” Dumas speaks. “We’re doin’ the Golgotha shit. On Scarlitverse.” He asks. But it ain’t really much of any type of question. This mf likes to hear himself be the center of attention. His problem.

He has the damn silver bullet spittin’ Anubis pistol out. Locked loaded ready to blow a hole in a mf. Thatz the way he is. Tyrano shakes his head like this niggah.

Petra loves the shit. She really gets off on it. Probably why the fuck the niggah do the shit. They a fuckin’ mess. Helluh messy shit on their side. Haha. LMFAO. In this mf.

The wolf man of the wasteland and the big bad blood sucker. They are vampire, and howler. A hell spawn. Thatz what that’s called. A vampiress and a wolf man is called a hell spawn. Itz a soul attachment style. Held by immortals in the underworld. Thatz Golgotha… a dark dreary place for real fables. And dead legends. Prophets be spittin’ bullshit like real niggas.

***

Scarlitrose is barefoot. In the street. Sword out. Huntin’ monsters. Let’s do some ill shit.

A master class Cthulhian badass is on the loose in Kandiland. The city where Scarlet saves people from the monsters. The big scary monsters that attack from cosmic rifts torn in the centuries. The wonderwarp won’t ever close. Just keeps birthing new canon from the old stuff like the Merlinverse. A legacy built on high hopes but disgruntled belief in tendency…

Kelly is cruising in her monster car. A car she kills monsters in. She’s a badass too. Shotgun and a rifle. Hella pistols. Big shooter. Bang bang. Leave a mf neutered. Like a damn dog. Like an animal. Men are like fucking animals.

The master Eldie is on a rampage. In Downtown. Kelly spots it and starts chasing it trying to run it over like a’possum…

Scarlitrose comes running up barefoot out in the middle of the street and leaps into the air then does a style kill with a heavy sword slash. Cutting the monster in half. Spatters crud sludge. Wet ones.

She’ standing in the street her big ass necrosword is stabbed downwards into the ground. She’s just standing there clinging to the blade holding an awesome warrior god pose like a viking tryn’a get props from Odin. Her red crimson hair over her face like a cape. Like a mask. Like Luther fucking Strode… from Image Comics.

Kelly pulls up and yells from her car window for her to get in. Scarlitrose is like in a battle trance. Itz Warda. Not Scarlitrose. Oh shit.

Warda returns Euronymos to the banshee sigil on her hand. Then gets in the front seat. In silence. Still looking like she wants to tear something apart using her teeth. I mean feral savage rage. The spirit of the necrosword. It has dark urges. Werewolfism is built into it. She wolves are a thing too…

Kelly stops. In the middle of the road. There’s a man wolf all black fur and a pretty vampire girl standing on the street all talking.

Dumas looks over. “Ain’t that her.” He says to Petra.

“Yeah. II think it is her.” Petra looks through the windshield into Kelly’s eyes, and she waves. God I love this girl. She’s the shit. A future feeling comes into Petra for a second, as she meets Kelly.

Dumas is drooling over Scarlitrose. Petra punches him in the arm full force. “Close your mouth.” She says. He steps back then stops. Looking at her and he smiles as she is being tough towards him to show him, she isn’t a pushover. Keep your eyes on me. Mr. curious. She quips. Dumas rubs his shoulder bashfully apologizing his ass off to her like a little puppy dog you should see this niggah right now.

Scarlitrose gets out. Instinctively. This is a new Eldie slaying mission. She is thinking like a war tank. Built for wars.

Petra smirks. Flashing her vampire fangs. “We’re here to help you kill the Boogeyman in Gilgamesh.” She says. “I guess we are the heroes now.” She says. “Us.” She looks at Dumas and he grins big showing his huge wolf fangs then he takes Anubis out just to brandish the bloodline relic firearm.

He’s a denim-and-leather god forged in the memory of lost boys and bullet holes. Dumas is. Wolf man of the wasteland. Big pistol clutcher… he drills from the hand cannon and cuts fuckin’ loose. Never got shot once in a single shootout. ANd he’s been in plenty.

The being seated across from them is Baphomet. The goat headed god Pan. He is a demidevil. Underworld hell Lord. Says something needs to be done about a situation on Eneshevah. The restored mortal world. New Eden.

Baphomet explains how they gotta go to the mortal realm to go hunt down a monster on a loose. Killing humans in mass. He must be stopped. Tyrano is nodding and has a frown on his face. The thought of some terror from Golgotha bringing horrors to the poor innocent mortals. They don’t know any better than to be weak, and like ants… it iznt their fault. Their relationships with each other are beautiful. They are weak but that is what makes them beautiful. The vulnerability of their human spirits inspires the old dinosaur. Tyrano smiles inside beaming warmly as he is lost in his thoughts….

Tyrano looks up and finds himself standing before the skeletons of gas stations, and old apartment buildings. And brownstone storefronts. A rotted out modern cityscape turned to ruin by the decay of creeps. A portion of Eneshevah that has become part of the Creepsland. The places that Golgotha bleeds into the realm of mortals. This one is now a source of great evil. Gilgamesh.

He grimaces, as he makes his way into the ruins… alone.

***

“Can we ride, with ya’ll? My bike is like twelve blocks away right now.” Dumas goes to Kelly. Standing beside her driver side door. “Can I drive?” He asks smiling in her face.

“Sure…” She gives him the keys then moves as he slides in behind the wheel. Petra is the next one in the car. Passenger side. Kelly slips in the backseat of her own car with Warda. Not Scarlitrose… itz definitely still Warda. In kill mode.

Dumas is playing with the radio tryn’a get a station he likes he finally finds one then it gets changed by Petra. He looks like oh man! But then softens, and smiles. Her choice of the music matters more than anything else to him. They ride in the car as the music is playing.

“Warda?” Kelly asks. “What the hell is going on?” She questions.

“They’re black cats. Guardians of the soulpath. Guiding us in our mission.” Warda is calm but stark, and near raving. Looking mad in her eyes. The insanity of combat has its fangs in her… deep. She is still in her goddess of war mode, not the chill out and find a guy to fuck Warda, like in her post-battle mode. Kelly prefers that one. Warda is scary when she is like this.

The black cat - variant. Leather jackets, and corpse paint.

The bare arms variant - Kelly has brown hair tho. Haha. Dyed it? More on the next…

They start driving towards Golgotha…