Welcome to The City of Angels
This city is magic. Sure dreams are made here but I mean it is literally magic. Dragons fly through the smog. Vampires stroll down Ventura boulevard. Devils make deals in executive board rooms. Above it all sits the Second Sphere, a union of celestial watchers. They don’t call it the city of angels for nothing, kid.
Don’t believe me? Well you’ve seen it, if only from the corner of your eye. That shape watching from a dark alley? The hands that grab at your legs when you swim? The story of the Batboy you read? Your first impression is correct but you find ways to write it off. It’s light reflecting off of the trash. It’s seaweed. You read it in some sleazy tabloid or on some sketchy ass blog. That my friend is the work of the Umbra Arcana, The Consensus of Reality, The Sleepers and The Awakened.
Lovecraft had the right of it when he said that the true understanding of one’s place in the world would drive people mad. I don’t expect you to sleep very well when you know that the woman down the street is a werewolf. On the other hand she wouldn’t sleep very well if she knew everyone in the neighborhood knew her little secret. It’s mutually beneficial. Magic used to be out in the open but as humanity progressed it became a liability to flaunt one’s nature. Centuries of dragon slayers, vampiric purges, and the burning of magicians proved that the shadows were safer than the light. During the Renaissance a collection of magicians noticed that the mortal mind could shape reality when it was joined by other mortal minds. The magicians devised a way to ensure the survival of the magical world.The creatures from the shadows became creatures of myth. Magic became science. So on and so on.
That was until the Day of Purple Sky. The new millennium started with a bang. 100 miles around New York City is uninhabitable. The deaths that the Tempest caused was a sacrifice some say. Millions dead in one instant and in exchange magic began to strengthen slowly over the past 22 years.
Now that brings us back to you. Why am I telling you all this? You’re just a regular person after all. You came here to pursue your dreams of stardom and waiting tables! Or maybe you walk the beat, run a small business, are retiree surfing through their golden years. It doesn’t matter. You’re awake now and we need you. Something dark is coming.“Don’t turn your back on the city.”-The Protomen, Breaking Out
“It’s the terror of knowing what this world is about”-David Bowie & Queen, Under Pressure
“Searching for adventure is the type of life to find, Tired of doing day jobs with no thanks for what I do, I’m sure I must be someone now I’m gonna find out who.”-Eddie and the Hot Rods, Do Anything You Wanna Do
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