The Ascension of the Prophet.
Jun 7, 2021 15:36:11 GMT -5
Lisa Marie Black, Vhodka Marie, and 1 more like this
Post by Deleted on Jun 7, 2021 15:36:11 GMT -5
-------- The Omni Hotel -------
-------- Jacksonville, Florida --------
---------- May 31st 2021 ----------
----- HIDDEN CAMERA -----
She knelt down, keeping her silken robe closed, and picked up the box. She smiled, shutting the door behind her. She threw the lock, and slid the chain into place. Dru wasn’t a paranoid person, but since she’d arrived in Florida… she felt eyes everywhere. Even in her hotel suite. Especially at the boudoir mirror. It made her skin crawl; but oddly excited her.
She ran to the bed, leapt onto its California King spread and wiggled to get comfortable. Her knife, pulled from beneath her pillow slid with ease through the ribbon and the old fashioned, aged black paper. Oh Jax… She canted her head to one side, slicing through the tape on the upper flaps. But when she opened them, pulling back the ebony tissue paper… she stopped. Dead in her tracks…
That damned elegant G wax seal was glaring up at her from the depths of the box. Her breath caught in her chest. Her blood ran cold. How the fuck…. She, clearly perplexed, gingerly lifted the envelope with the wax seal. She swallowed hard. A smaller box lay beneath it.
“Son of a cunt….”
She bit her lower lip, fearful to continue deeper. Next came the smaller box, its flaps barely folded over. She peered within, and to her horror, a packet of photos lay in wait. Her anger was rising. She was almost livid by the time she took the packet out and began to flip through them. Jax. Asleep… or dead… She wasn’t 100% certain. Several shots with someone holding either a knife or silenced pistol against some part of his body.
However, she cringed with pure terror when it came to Hel and Reaper being threatened. Pins and needles. Her hands, still as statues, held the photos as she growled. Someone, felt like someone she knew, held Reaper by the scruff, with a syringe close to his head. Then it hit. The eyes. She knew it was Renee. But why?
I swear on everything Dark and Unholy if one fucking HAIR on that cat is harmed… HAVOC will be wrought upon them. Even in her own head, the level of intimidation and hatred was higher than a titans taint. She clenched her hands to fists, crushing the photos. She grabbed her phone, and hit one number…
The phone rang once… twice…
Diesel - “.... Yeah?”
“D, I need a favor. Like now.”
Diesel - “Jesus Cill, it’s fucking… 4 in the goddamned morning. The babies just went to sleep…”
“D, I’m sorry, ok, but this is important.”
Diesel - “Can’t you call Robi?”
Dru was stunned.
“Know what? Fuck it. ‘Night D.”
Click. She hung up. Her jaw tightened. So much for twins always having each other's backs. Tears began to drip from her eyes, unwillingly, as she scrolled through her phone, she had to get ahold of someone. Jax wasn’t answering… Now, she was scared.
She dialed Zion. She would help her. The phone rang four times before she finally answered.
Zion - “This better be good….”
“Z, I’m sorry, but I need a favor. It’s important. Robi is still outta town...”
Zion sat up in bed, her two dobermans grumbling in their sleep, her eyes wide open.
Zion - “What?”
“I need you to go to my place. I just got… a bad feeling. Can the kitties stay with you till I get home?”
Zion was yanking her jeans on, over her nightgown. She grabbed her keys, tucking that nightgown into the jeans. Barefoot.
Zion - “I’m out the door Dru, they’ll be fine.”
As they hung up, exchanging their love for one another, Dru settled. Slightly. But now, her focus went back to the box...
One final item was in the box. She set her phone down, steadying herself for the final blow. She knew this man, probably better than she knew herself. She knew this would happen. She prayed she was wrong… Obviously, prayer didn’t do fuckall. A DVD. This was his way of sending her a giant “Fuck you, Dru” and it worked.
She grabbed her laptop from it’s case, and as she opened the CD tray, she swallowed hard. This wasn’t something she wanted to do… but not knowing was far worse. Right?
She was wrong.
The CD tray retracted, and as it began to hum and click, her screen flickered to life. That same room, dark and dreary, where Priscilla had been seen many times before, seemed almost darker. More sinister. Then came the voiceover.
Gotti - (voiceover) “Look Dru, she’s calling for you. She wants her mommy… Look how she cries?”
In the video, his hideous frame was once more towering over poor Priscilla, and she could only assume this was torture the poor girl endured as often as she herself had. The young woman’s face looked purely in pain.
Dru cringed. She wept, softly, her fingers reaching out to touch the screen gently. Poor Pris… I failed her, I thought she’d be safer if he didn’t know… but he knew… How did he know?...
Royal…
“GODDAMNIT!”
The realization that her oldest New York friend sold her daughter out was soul crushing. The fact that Dru had lost Dane already was enough to send Dru over the deepened, but adding the fact that Royal had betrayed her? Dru was ebbing in on losing her shit.
The video continued, and the monotone voiceover droned on. More scenes showing Priscilla being hurt, whether it was sexually or violently. She saw blood across the young woman's face as the video cut to black. Leaving the voiceover to haunt her.
Gotti - (voiceover) “Now Druscilla, I assume by now you’ve found the small envelope I left for you. Inside is a present. Should something happen to me, then you beloved Priscilla will be lost forever. Sold to the highest bidder. Come home, and I will release her to the Cunt of a bikerwhore Robi; continue this charade of being a free wrestler, and your daughter will suffer.”
The silence was deafening. The photos. The DVD. But then… that letter… She shook her head, ripping the wax seal, and dropping into her lap a small item, wrapped in bloody tissue paper and a neatly folded letter. Unwrapping the item… Dru gasped, her heart stopped dead in her chest..
A finger. A finger with the tattoo Royal had allowed Priscilla to get for her birthday. The infinity symbol. This was her daughter's digit. Dru was sickened. Dru was furious. Dru was finally at the brink.
Now, it was time for Revenge.
------ Robi Mitchell’s Home -----
----- June 2nd 2021 -----
----- Baton Rouge, Louisiana -----
------ SECURITY CAMERA FOOTAGE -----
I lost… I don't know what happened out there. I looked down, saw myself fighting Austin, but I.. I couldn’t stop him. I couldn’t do it. I let you down… I failed. I promised you I’d never let anyone stand in my way, and I fucked it up. I let him get inside my head, Danny…
She looked at where her wedding ring used to be and began to run her fingers around where it sat. Tears wept from her eyes, she pulled her knees closer to her chest.
What do I do now, Danny? It’s all so fucked up. Her eyes cast to the sky, bruises already dark and swollen, Dru didn’t even look like herself. I know you’d tell me to get off my ass and try harder. I KNOW THAT. But, Danny… I need you. I can’t …
The box had arrived at her hotel room in Florida and sealed what she’d feared all along. He knew. Fucking Gotti knew her plan and was already a step ahead of her. While Mama had Gotti at her safehouse, he had sent her worst fears and made them reality. He threatened Jax. He threatened Hel and Reaper. He was threatening Priscilla.
Dru flew home immediately after the ShowCase.
Danny, I need you… I can’t do this alone… I feel so alone… So cold. So… broken. So useless. Powerless. I fucked up, Danny. I ruined it all, like mama and daddy said… They were right…
She put her face on her knees, sobbing softly. Mourning a portion of her life she so desperately wanted, but failed at attaining.
“I’m just… damned.”
Her voice was soft, muffled, but the inflection was there. She was down, but she wasn’t out.
She wept, the photos of Jax, asleep in their bed with Hel curled at his side, the knife to his throat. The gun at his temple. The cruel grin through the black ski mask. She knew damned well what he was capable of, but why send Reneé? He feared Dru. He watched her grow up in the business. He was scared.
All while he slept, presumably safely. These photos were but a prelude. The ending and that damned encore were what ruined her. Dru was a wreck.
The video, brutal scenes of the torture of Priscilla, mixed with his taunts. His fucking voice. It bored a hole straight through her. The finger wrapped in tissue. The letter, however, was the supreme insult.
Gotti - “You can’t get away from me, Druscilla. I’m everywhere. I’m everyone. That beloved Jax of yours? Did you know he works for me? Did you know he fed me everything I needed to know about you? …….
You know me, Druscilla. Am I telling the truth? Am I lying? Does he work for me? Or have I put doubt in your heart?
Want to know something else, Druscilla? Robi looks quite angelic while she sleeps… Almost cherubic… And that husband of hers, he’s quite the heavy sleeper…”
Those pieces of the blade in her heart would haunt her. Forever.
She’d called Robi, suffered only a portion of her wrath and knew she was in for more, but she needed to do this.
Robi - “DRUSCILLA ANNE!!!”
Robi’s voice came over the line as she picked up the call.
Robi - “Seventy-Five THOUSAND, plus, dollars… Right down the drain. Non-refundable deposits.. And that’s just the beginning. Let’s NOT mention the getting shit on…”
The Wolves President paused for a moment and growled lowly.
Robi - “I guess respect means fuck-all, huh?”
Hearing Robi so angry made Dru shrink back a bit.
“I’m sorry. I’ll pay you back.”
Robi growled lowly again.
Robi - “YOU will do no such thing.”
Dru, still speaking softly.
“Yes, I will. That’s a lot of money.”
Robi’s voice held a heavy tone of warning.
Robi - “Druscilla, do NOT argue with me about this.”
“I feel BAD! Let me pay you back, dammit!”
Robi - “No.”
“Yes.”
Robi’s tone got darker.
Robi - “No. End of discussion. One more word about it and you’ll be busted back down to a Prospect for two years.”
And Dru fell completely silent as she sulked a bit after Robi hung up the phone without another word.
“Prospect? Really? She wouldn’t.”
Yet, Dru knew Robi Mitchell totally would. Without hesitation or blinking.
Dru’s entire life in Louisiana, everything had been reduced to ash. Boxes stacked in her warehouse, and in her storage building. All she took with her were some of her clothes, her altar, the cat's necessities, and some of her makeup. Everything Dru was, was put into perspective in four boxes.
She had taken the guest room. Robi and Dru always had an open door policy with one another. It’s part of who they are. But when Dru seriously needed help, it was Robi whom she called. It was Robi who took her in. It was Robi who rescued the Wolves VP from falling.
Forge barely noticed the two furry newcomers in the house, he was ALWAYS busy with something. This was something Dru expected, but also, it saddened her. She really needed someone, and right now the person she came to was not home.
Her computer was open, on the bed, with a letter that had been drafted. She had already signed it and had the papers delivered to the house. Where she had left her wedding rings, and keys.
Over her shoulder, it read;
“Jax, my beloved,
By the time you are reading this, I will be gone. Please, don’t try to find me, don't come after me, just let me vanish from your mind. You’ll understand, one day, that I’m doing this for you. Saving you.
To love is to let go. The building is yours, stay or sell it, it’s up to you. I’ve signed the deed over already. The papers you’ve received with this letter are filed and notarized. Our annulment. You made my life so much happier Jaxson, but I can’t do this to you. You may not realize it, but being with me is killing you.
I thought long and hard about this, but I cannot with good conscience stay. Just know, I will be okay. Eventually. This is the hardest thing I have ever done, in my life, and I am sorry you are the recipient. This shatters my soul; every fiber of who I am.
Love always,
Druscilla”
She bawled harder, her frame heaving and shivering. Both cats, Hel curled at her side and Reaper trying to shove his massive body into her lap, purred softly. Knowing their mistress was mourning. The room was foreign to Reaper, but the feeling wasn’t. Robi’s place always felt like home to Hel, and even Reaper began to pick up on it. Dru, contemplating every decision she’d made in the past year, waited for her Alpha to return home.
The bruises on her body, not yet begun to heal, still ached with each move she made. And soon, she would board another plane bound for whatever destination Outlaw Pro had chosen for the next show. Dru’s mind was well beyond its capacity, but her heart, while broken, was still beating for the arena. It longed to be back in the ring. Facing whomever was the chosen sacrifice. But for now, Dru was morose. Mourning. Lamenting. Because tomorrow, tomorrow was a whole new mountain to climb.
She placed her face in her hands, weeping more, attempting to silence the sounds so as not to worry Forge; assuming the mountain of a man even came into that wing of the house. Robi chewed into her on the phone the day before and Dru had deserved every word, but Robi heard the pain in her voice. They’d agreed to discuss the matter when she came back. Dru wasn’t concerned, again she knew she deserved it.
Robi had planned a surprise for Dru. To pay for her Beta’s wedding. And she and Jax had stolen that away from her, only to find out it was a mistake and a costly one at that. Robi was crushed and it shattered Dru to know she’d hurt her dear friend. I’m so sorry Robs… I didn’t mean for that to happen… I didn’t know….
She went over the phone call in her head for hours. Parsing every single syllable for another meaning or context. Drilling herself into the ground, she’d hurt Robi. And she had hurt her deeply. Shanna had her babies, while both Dru and Robi were gone. The sadness in Robi was palpable, even to the damaged Dru.
The woman, whose personality could fill a mansion, seemed tiny tonight. Like a sliver of who she was. A shadow.
Damn you, damn you, damn you! She screamed in her head, grunting through the sobs as she forced herself to stand, to move to the window. She sat on the sill, looking through the opened pane glass, instinctively reaching for a joint, but collapsing against the window sill itself. Reaper chirped, his large head tilting to one side. Dru slid to the floor. The moon cast beams of hope across the floor, but Dru couldn’t see them. Her eyes were obscured by tears and mascara.
She heard thunder off in the distance and saw lightning flash across the sky…
Robi was coming home.
------------- DruBrew Brewery Warehouse ------------
--------- New Orleans, Louisiana --------
-------- June 5th 2021 --------
------ OFF CAMERA -------
Dru pried herself from the guest room, business wasn’t going to do itself. But she was dim, darker than normal. Her spunk wasn’t there. She feigned being alright, and most people believed it, but those that really knew Dru, the few that truly did, knew she was destroyed.
Mama - “Kachanie, this is yours?”
Dru nodded, unlocking her office door, with Mama in tow.
Mama - “It is wonderful, Kachanie! Perfect for… many things.”
Mama smiled; hugging her young friend tightly. Dru forced a smile. But, Mama knew her little girl was fragile. She understood why she did what she did, but she still tried telling Dru she and Jax could have worked through it.
Dru decidedly disagreed.
Mama didn’t fully understand. She was not shown the photos. Robi however, Robi read everything. While she was still very livid with Jax, she agreed with Dru’s decision. Except about the house, and paying her back. But, Robi did not win that battle.
Dru’s order lists and supply lists were stacked neatly on her desk and while Mama looked around the woman’s office, seeing only photos of Dru, in the ring with F2B and now OPW, The Wolves of Óðinn, her kitties, even her lost MeowlMir, the one thing Mama did not see, was anything pertaining to Jax. She frowned.
Mama - “Already, Kachanie, you have removed Jax from your life?’
Dru shrugged.
Mama - “Kachanie, I am disappoint in you.”
“Look Mama, it’s my choice. And it’s final.”
So cold. So distant. Dru was different. Mama pulled back, slightly.
Mama - “Look Kachanie, I walk through fire for you, yes? What happen to my Kachanie?”
Dru shrugged once more, burying her head in her paperwork, returning emails and sending work orders. A lot had to be done before she left for Georgia. What seemed mere moments, was hours the two women sat in near silence, before...
“Look Mama, I’m sorry I can’t be all happy go fucking lucky, I’m sorry I broke Your heart leaving him, I am so fucking sorry I failed even YOU!”
Dru’s eyes, fiery red, glared at Mama, sending the woman to a recoil. Mama stuttered.
Mama - “Kacha- Ka-- Kachanie, I never say that!”
She was flabbergasted, completely blindsided by her girl's words. Tears welled in even her old eyes, the same odd color as Dru’s.
Dru growled. Low. Soft. She felt judged. She felt abandoned. Dru felt feral.
“I’ve got to go.”
She began to gather her things, sending off the last email and shutting her computer back down.
Mama - “Kachanie, I will handle Gotti, yes? Find our girl. Perhaps… Perhaps I call Robi, yes? You, do not worry, Mama will fix.”
The older woman, clearly hurt by Dru, kissed her forehead gently before scuttling out of the office and back down the hall they had come. Dru felt bad, but didn’t know how to approach this. The only other person Dru had loved, was dead, thanks to her ex-handler. And now, Jax was gone.
As Mama disappeared down the hall, Dru’s rage exploded. She flung her computer across the room, obliterating it. She beat her hands bloody against the brick walls, crying, hating herself, and seething with an absolute tempest in her heart. Gotti would die. By her hand.
She was losing her grasp on her family; her Wolves and her love life. She was pushing away those she needed the most. She was keeping Robi at arms length, turning away from Mama, and putting Diesel in the shadows. She walked away from love. And into the flames that burned her.
Dru spent the next few days fighting with herself, building herself up to asking for help. Between working out, packing, crying, fits of rage and long bike rides, she was slowly gaining control…
Or was she?
----- FBI Case File ----
------ Subject: Druscilla Anne White -----
----- Case Number: 9-DW84565 -----
----- Location: Unknown -----
----- Year: 2021 -----
---- Status: ACTIVE ----
She left a message on JJ Starfire’s phone, one she knew would send him to shades of red that had not been named yet.
“Oh JJ, don’t think I have forgotten about you. Our sweet chat. You should come to the shop. Ink ya for free. Plus, you might like to see my office. Whips. Chains. French ticklers. Nipple clamps. Or if you prefer, latex and rope. Doggie collars. A little paddle for that cute tush of yours. You want me to dominate you? Whisper sweet nothings in your ear, while you rithe at the feeling of my hot… breath against your flesh?”
The telltale squeak of latex was deafening over the phone as she ran her hand down her body.
“I look damned fine with bright red lipstick, JJ, want a taste? It’s.. Cherry flavored.”
A soft chuckle was breathlessly emitted over the phone, tauntingly teasing. She licked her lips, that blood red paint unmoving. Her fangs glimmered in the light. Making the agent watching mighty uncomfortable in his van. He tugged at his slacks, suddenly they felt a bit.. tight.
“Come find me at the next ShowCase, you won’t forget it. I’ll make you earn that last name of yours, I’ll show you the Stars and set you on Fire in ways you’ve never felt before. Taste my temptation, JJ, you know how to find me. Feel your way.”
The phone hung up, and Dru grinned. Wickedly.
Later that evening, she called Robi, Diesel, Mama and Roscoe on a party line.
Robi - “Yeah?”
Diesel - “Hey Cilla”
Mama - “Kachanie?”
Roscoe - “What’s up babe?”
“It’s time. The Warehouse on Bridgewater street this next weekend. Robi, bring the toolbox.”
Robi - “Of course. Diesel, let the Pack know, it's time.”
Diesel - “Yes Ma’am.”
“Mama… I- I’m sorry.”
Mama - “Kachanie, no, no sorry. Mama loves you, yes?”
Robi - “Druscilla, we know shit happens, we’re Pack. Call and we’re here.”
“I know.. I’m sorry for my behaviour of late. It’s been… dark as fuck for me. Without Robs.. I don't know where I’d be.”
Roscoe - “Hey Druscilla, I heard about… you know. I’m sorry.”
“Thank’s Ros, means a lot. I love you guys… I’ll see you soon.”
As the call closed, Dru stood in the sunlight, if Gotti’s men were listening in, which she assumed they were, they would be ready. The Wolves were gearing up for something. And it seemed, only Robi, Dru and Mama knew the next moves.
The Wolves were hunting.
——— Somewhere deep within the Bayou ———-
——— June 7th 2021 ————
——— ON CAMERA ———
The flickering of the flames from the bonfire was eerie. The cicadas screamed, in perfect union, with the night birds. A few loons called out, whispering over the ripples of the bayou. The Coven circled the bonfire, their chants but mere whispers against the cacophony of the night. The camera moved, slowly, from cove member to coven member. Each held a totem representing their symbol. Earth. Air. Fire. Water.
A long figure broke the tree line, a pack of wolves flitting through the brush. Onyx robes swished with each step they took. The shadows bent to mold around the figure. The fauna bowed their heads.
Two wolves broke ranks and flanked the figure.
“Have you ever been scared, Necra?”
A voice boomed from nowhere. It was Dru. Only, her voice was different. It echoed many other sounds. Almost evil. It was cold.
“Have you ever quaked in your boots, fearing for your soul? Do you even Have a soul, Necra?”
Finally Dru entered the light of the bonfire, her robe dropped behind her. The long, obsidian skirts lapped at her heels with every measured step she took. Her crown sparkled against the flames. The wolves stayed close to her. Her hands touched their heads, gently.
“I’ve known fear. I’ve known pain. I’m on a first name basis with hate. I have suffered, Necra. I had everything to lose, once. Everything that could have halted my momentum… but now?”
She cackled, cruelly, halting the wolves who followed her. She turned on a heel, knelt down in front of the creatures, accepting their nudges and licks. She smiled. But the camera caught her face, distorted by the whipping of the flames. Dru looked maniacal. She looked strange. She looked unchained.
“I have nothing to lose, Necra. Not a goddamned thing.”
Suddenly the camera shifted, a closer view of Dru’s face. Her fangs, the shadows from the fire almost making them appear bloody…
“I leave everything in the ring. Blood. Sweat. Tears. I’ve fought Titans in the industry. I’ve battled weaklings. I take each hit and let it fuel who I am. I don’t hide behind a throne, pretending to be the Queen of the Underworld. I am the fucking ruler of the Underworld!”
She stood, back to the bonfire, the wolves sat at her side, her gown dripping with.. Was that blood?!
She pulled the bow at the front of her gown, allowing it to fall and billow at her feet. Her nude frame, a pure silhouette by the fire behind her, was covered from toe to the top of her skull in what could only be blood. She smiled. Her tattoos, covering the scars that were the roadmap to her life, visible for the world. The camera panned her entire body, finding each inked marker. The claw marks. The paw prints. The Wolves of Óðinn banner across her shoulders and down her back, just like her cut. The unicorn on her hand. The Wolves of Óðinn marker just above her coochiemeowmeow. Modesty be damned.
“Do you see? Just because you’ve beaten the best in the industry, or even second best as the case may be, since Moore doesn’t seem to have his balls anymore, you assume all would bow to you. You’d be wrong, Necra Kane. I bow to no one. I am the Prophet. I am the Beta of the Wolves of Óðinn. I am Outlaw Pro’s very own rising star!”
One of her coven members came forward, pouring another jug of who knows what over Dru’s head. But this time, Dru took a step back, allowing the flames from the fire to roar and ripple over her flesh.
A fleshy flame.
A meat candle.
“Can you tame the fire, Necra, or will you, too, burn with my wrath?”
The flames lapped down her nude form, kissing even the most hidden parts of her body, before Dru spoke once more;
“You see, Austin may have beaten me, that’s fine. Do you know why? Because, The Fire Goddess cannot best even a Phoenix. They are two sides to the same coin. Two hearts entwined by fate. I accept my loss to him, in that arena, he was better than I could have hoped to have been. That is the difference between you and me, Necra. I admit my losses. I own them. I grow from them. I learn. I become better. You, on the other hand, are nothing but a classless fraud. A fool. I am a Witch, my dear, anything lies at my feet. Nature bows to me. Animals do my bidding. You will fall, my dear. Even a demon must return to Hel.”
Another coven member came forth, wrapping his Prophet in a black robe. The cicadas screamed louder, that damned loon called once more as the wolves threw their heads back; howling. Thunder growled in the sky as lighting struck the ground, in front of Dru. The Goddess had accepted their offerings. And blessed tonight. Anointing Druscilla in her embrace; granting her what she dreamed.
The rest of the coven raised their voices, with the wolves howling. Letting their voices ascend to the heavens, while Dru smiled. Another clap of thunder rolled as lightning crackled through the sky. The clouds began to bleed. Washing their daughter, their Prophet, clean of the blood of her enemies. She was the chosen one.
“For years, I’ve watched from the sidelines. Clawing and biting for what I wanted. Watching my sisters burn! BURN for their beliefs. This ends now. It ends with me.”
She was handed a staff, adorned with a silver wolf's head. She held it in front of her.
“Infamy Awaits, alright. I will become INFAMOUS for proving to the world exactly what I am capable of. Or I’ll die trying. But my Coven will remain! My Wolves of Óðinn will run over your ashes, trampling you into oblivion!”
She slammed the staff into the ground; at the same moment another bolt of lightning hit the same spot. In that brief microsecond of electric fury; Dru’s form rose from the ground only to vanish into nothing. Leaving behind the staff and that robe.
The camera looked for any trace of her, but Dru had ascended. Dru had become the Voodoo Queen of the Bayou.
Her voice boomed, from nowhere but from everywhere;
“Make your plans. Kiss your loved ones. I’m coming for you, Necra, and I will take you to Hel myself. Oh, and JJ, you looked good at your last match. A tip for you, when you grab me; Don’t let me go. You might enjoy yourself. I will set your innocence ablaze, JJ, want to dance in my flames?”
Was this the end? Was Druscilla finally losing her mind? Had the Prophet crossed a line even she didn’t know existed? Was Druscilla ready to find death in the ring? Against Necra Kane? Were the Wolves of Óðinn about to lose their Beta? Was Robi ready to bury her friend? Did Diesel know her plan? Was JJ Starfire her next target? Love interest? Fuck buddy? Would he call her? Would Gotti make good on his threat against Priscilla? Was Jax really a snitch?
Or is this all a part of the Ascension of the Prophet?
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