The bike rolled to a stop in front of a dingy storefront bearing a sign reading The Dragon's Den. Vengeance slid off the seat and walked towards the front door. As he reached for the knob, the door opened of it's own accord. Stepping into the darkness, he was assulted by a stream of what can only be described as pure hate. There were visions of human sacrifices, dark rituals to summon the vilest demons hell could muster. The being known as Vengeance staggered back at the onslaught. Then, as quickly as it began, it ended.
Looking around the dusty shop, he saw row upon row of shelves holding books on every aspect of the occult; from the relatively harmless "New Age" magic to the ancient evil embodied in The Necronomicon. The place reeked of vengeance not wrought. The atmosphere of pain was like a ton of sand being dumped on him all at once. Pulling his coat tight about his body, Vengeance headed for the rooms at the rear of the store.
Finding a staircase, he headed into the depths below the bookstore.
