Of Men and Titans Book III (IC)

[Personal Freedom]

''You're a ghost who possesses the bodies of other people and you think we're not normal? What name do you call yourself by the way?'' asked Damien.

"Rei" The ghost said mentally shrugging off the fact that she was technically dead and still lived in this world. She was still waiting for Steven and Anne to come to their senses then come to the car. Meanwhile Nami was inside the apartment locking all the mechanisms from the inside and turned on the television to a news channel.

Anne and Steven
Anne and Stephen hurried to the car. Quickly settling into the empty seats in the back of the car, Steven apologized for the pair.

"I'm sorry we are late. We couldn't find the car and Anne was making sure Nami would be able to hold down the fort while we are preoccupied with this businuess. Nami was scared until she calmed her down. By the way, does anyone have a spare weapon or two? I don't normally carry one on me. Anne does, but she left it my car which is in the junkyard right now."

Anne didn't say anything. Her mind was wandering and she was hearing things. Things that didn't matter to the mission, but she was focused on at the moment. Things she had no reason to tell about the others about. Among them was the reassuring sound of latching doors...

[Islamic Republic e Jariri]

"Rei" The ghost said mentally shrugging off the fact that she was technically dead and still lived in this world. She was still waiting for Steven and Anne to come to their senses then come to the car. Meanwhile Nami was inside the apartment locking all the mechanisms from the inside and turned on the television to a news channel.

Anne and Stephen
Anne and Stephen hurried to the car. Quickly settling into the empty seats in the back of the car, Stephen apologized for the pair.

"I'm sorry we are late. We couldn't find the car and Anne was making sure Nami would be able to hold down the fort while we are preoccupied with this businuess. Nami was scared until she calmed her down .By the way, does anyone have a spare weapon or two? I don't normally carry one on me. Anne does, but she left it my car which is in the junkyard right now."

Anne didn't say anything. Her mind was wandering and she was hearing things. Things that didn't matter to the mission, but she was focused on at the moment. Things she had no reason to tell about the others about. Among them was the reassuring sound of latching doors...

''You can have this if you want'' said Damien turning his head towards the direction of Anne's voice, presenting her with the Wakizashi. ''That is if you know how to fight with it, mam.''

He could easily request either Salvia or Alphie to give him another blade.

The sword was short, normally used in a dual wield though since Damien was physically 10 years old its size had suited him for single combat. For those physically older, it could be used as a long knife.

He wondered, did the woman know about him? Was she finding it odd, or even disturbing that a child was accompanying them to a dangerous mission against a known terrorist organisation and that he was carrying with him a potentially lethal weapon?

[Personal Freedom]

Anne and Stephen
Anne and Stephen hurried to the car. Quickly settling into the empty seats in the back of the car, Stephen apologized for the pair.

"I'm sorry we are late. We couldn't find the car and Anne was making sure Nami would be able to hold down the fort while we are preoccupied with this businuess. Nami was scared until she calmed her down .By the way, does anyone have a spare weapon or two? I don't normally carry one on me. Anne does, but she left it my car which is in the junkyard right now."

Anne didn't say anything. Her mind was wandering and she was hearing things. Things that didn't matter to the mission, but she was focused on at the moment. Things she had no reason to tell about the others about. Among them was the reassuring sound of latching doors...

''You can have this if you want'' said Damien turning his head towards the direction of Anne's voice, presenting her with the Wakizashi. ''That is if you know how to fight with it, mam.''

He could easily request either Salvia or Alphie to give him another blade.

The sword was short, normally used in a dual wield though since Damien was physically 10 years old its size had suited him for single combat. For those physically older, it could be used as a long knife.

He wondered, did the woman know about him? Was she finding it odd, or even disturbing that a child was accompanying them to a dangerous mission against a known terrorist organisation and that he was carrying with him a potentially lethal weapon?

"What...? oh... thank you. I don't know exactly what to do with it, but you look to have... ummm... many more years of experience with such weapons," Anne stuttered somewhat surprised. She wasn't paying attention before he offered her the sword to what was going one around her. She was surprised slightly by how the child immortal behaved. Of course, Rei and Alfie were both equally as adult with souls that were younger than the age they acted. Anne was also cautious. She could see the other inside of him. What it was she did not know, nor did she care to find out. It was something she rather not interact with... something that had rooted itself in the darkest spots on his soul. An evil parasite that had wound itself inside of him.

[Charmera]

''You can have this if you want'' said Damien turning his head towards the direction of Anne's voice, presenting her with the Wakizashi. ''That is if you know how to fight with it, mam.''

He could easily request either Salvia or Alphie to give him another blade.

The sword was short, normally used in a dual wield though since Damien was physically 10 years old its size had suited him for single combat. For those physically older, it could be used as a long knife.

He wondered, did the woman know about him? Was she finding it odd, or even disturbing that a child was accompanying them to a dangerous mission against a known terrorist organisation and that he was carrying with him a potentially lethal weapon?

"What...? oh... thank you. I don't know exactly what to do with it, but you look to have... ummm... many more years of experience with such weapons," Anne stuttered somewhat surprised. She wasn't paying attention before he offered her the sword to what was going one around her. She was surprised slightly by how the child immortal behaved. Of course, Rei and Alfie were both equally as adult with souls that were younger than the age they acted. Anne was also cautious. She could see the other inside of him. What it was she did not know, nor did she care to find out. It was something she rather not interact with... something that had rooted itself in the darkest spots on his soul. An evil parasite that had wound itself inside of him.

"Well if everyone is in, then lets get this underway." Wilson replied, the car peeling out of the parking lot. Once on the road, Wilson had an odd look about him, his eyes were wide open and a look of determination on his face. He seemed to be driving fast, faster than what would be considered safe. Though there was barely anyone on the streets and the police were busy dealing with lower district rebels and Path insurgents.

[Qeno]

"Well if everyone is in, then lets get this underway." Wilson replied, the car peeling out of the parking lot. Once on the road, Wilson had an odd look about him, his eyes were wide open and a look of determination on his face. He seemed to be driving fast, faster than what would be considered safe. Though there was barely anyone on the streets and the police were busy dealing with lower district rebels and Path insurgents.

Rei sort of fell through the roof as the car peeled out of the parking lot and she could see the look of determination followed by the eyes, wide as dinner plates staring forward. She couldn't help but wonder if it was safe to leave a child with her body in a battle ridden city and she shivered thinking of the consequences. Blood everywhere and black feathers splattered on the wall.

However in the apartment Nami was trying to figure out how to dry her clothes without having to use Wilson's appliances before hiding Rei's body and herself if the apartment were to be attacked again.

[Islamic Republic e Jariri]

"What...? oh... thank you. I don't know exactly what to do with it, but you look to have... ummm... many more years of experience with such weapons," Anne stuttered somewhat surprised. She wasn't paying attention before he offered her the sword to what was going one around her. She was surprised slightly by how the child immortal behaved. Of course, Rei and Alfie were both equally as adult with souls that were younger than the age they acted. Anne was also cautious. She could see the other inside of him. What it was she did not know, nor did she care to find out. It was something she rather not interact with... something that had rooted itself in the darkest spots on his soul. An evil parasite that had wound itself inside of him.

"Well if everyone is in, then lets get this underway." Wilson replied, the car peeling out of the parking lot. Once on the road, Wilson had an odd look about him, his eyes were wide open and a look of determination on his face. He seemed to be driving fast, faster than what would be considered safe. Though there was barely anyone on the streets and the police were busy dealing with lower district rebels and Path insurgents.

''So, I was wondering, when exactly did you first join the Path? Were you involved with its founding?'' Damien asked Wilson, wanting to inquire more about the man and his history with the terrorist group.

Questions came flooding in, so many questions. After all these centuries his mind still retained a rather childish sense of curiosity that got the better of him every now and then.

[Personal Freedom]

"Well if everyone is in, then lets get this underway." Wilson replied, the car peeling out of the parking lot. Once on the road, Wilson had an odd look about him, his eyes were wide open and a look of determination on his face. He seemed to be driving fast, faster than what would be considered safe. Though there was barely anyone on the streets and the police were busy dealing with lower district rebels and Path insurgents.

''So, I was wondering, when exactly did you first join the Path? Were you involved with its founding?'' Damien asked Wilson, wanting to inquire more about the man and his history with the terrorist group.

Questions came flooding in, so many questions. After all these centuries his mind still retained a rather childish sense of curiosity that got the better of him every now and then.

Anne
Anne couldn't help but stare at the immortal child. She could see the dark... perversion... and she felt a twinge of fear and distrust. This child had commented grievous sins. Blood covered his hands, some of innocent, some of it not, but some of it was innocent. How could she trust or be expected to fight alongside such a person? He, or maybe not him, was clearly evil, but was it him, truly? He had given her a knife. He had destroyed the wall, but the darkness had combated Rei in the form of a serpent. Was he possessed? Anne had no answers... only a clue that there was evil in him.

[Charmera]

"Well if everyone is in, then lets get this underway." Wilson replied, the car peeling out of the parking lot. Once on the road, Wilson had an odd look about him, his eyes were wide open and a look of determination on his face. He seemed to be driving fast, faster than what would be considered safe. Though there was barely anyone on the streets and the police were busy dealing with lower district rebels and Path insurgents.

''So, I was wondering, when exactly did you first join the Path? Were you involved with its founding?'' Damien asked Wilson, wanting to inquire more about the man and his history with the terrorist group.

Questions came flooding in, so many questions. After all these centuries his mind still retained a rather childish sense of curiosity that got the better of him every now and then.

Wilson wasn't surprised by the questions, just that they took this long to be asked. Wilson sighed, tempted to ignore the Immortal child and hope he stopped asking question, but they were all going to fight his demons. He owed them an explanation at least. He drove a little slower as he explained, just so he wouldn't crash or hit something.

"I helped create the Path, before it was the abomination you know it to be we were a... metahuman freedom fighter group. Though we didn't really confront the Order head on, we helped metahumans escape Order persecution in Cold Harbour and helped them find new places to live." He explained, before sighing. "Then it all went wrong..."

[Islamic Republic e Jariri]

''So, I was wondering, when exactly did you first join the Path? Were you involved with its founding?'' Damien asked Wilson, wanting to inquire more about the man and his history with the terrorist group.

Questions came flooding in, so many questions. After all these centuries his mind still retained a rather childish sense of curiosity that got the better of him every now and then.

Wilson wasn't surprised by the questions, just that they took this long to be asked. Wilson sighed, tempted to ignore the Immortal child and hope he stopped asking question, but they were all going to fight his demons. He owed them an explanation at least. He drove a little slower as he explained, just so he wouldn't crash or hit something.

"I helped create the Path, before it was the abomination you know it to be we were a... metahuman freedom fighter group. Though we didn't really confront the Order head on, we helped metahumans escape Order persecution in Cold Harbour and helped them find new places to live." He explained, before sighing. "Then it all went wrong..."

''How exactly did it all go wrong?'' inquired Damien, his curiosity sparked. He remembered seeing the Path Party stand for the Mayoral Elections in Cold Harbor. Overall he had mixed opinions of them, and he only saw the chaos all three parties could potentially bring. Yes something about the Path intrigued him. It was his curiosity, to picture what his own life would be like if the Path came to power.
Surely it would be favorable for him. The Path could give him power and happiness. Then why was he aligning against them when he stood to benefit?

He knew some in the immortal community would see him no different than a cripple thanks to his blindness.
After all what was the point of eternal life if you had no eyes to see it? It would almost be the equivalent of non-existence.
he Path could probably still find a use for him, accept him. What did it matter to him if they were essentially evil? Evil exists in all men and titans, no one can ever be free of its tainting. Even those who consider themselves good people have always committed a few 'minor' evils.

He began to feel disgusted at himself, evil flowed in his veins. He was surely just as inherently evil if not even more as the Path.
Did he therefore have the right to judge and execute other evil?
Why did he want to extinguish evil when he was no better? Because his comeuppance was catching up to him. No longer could he simply run away from his past actions.

He remembered the first time he killed another human being. It was in anger, in fear, in spite, the correct factors needed to facilitate strong evil. Till this day he didn't seem to regret killing that man. He had regretted many of the killings he did, but not the first one. After all these centuries, his hate for that man still lingered. One he thought he could trust, to think he wanted to help him.
But he only took advantage, hurting and hurting him, making him experience pain that still made his hands stutter ever so slightly every time he recalled it. Subjecting him to various drugs and chemicals. The man never cared for him, just for his immortality which he brutally attempted to pursue.

And so he killed him. And felt sick afterwards. So much so the only way he could stop suffering from its memory was to repress most of it, though the pain still remained and so did his rage. He never wanted to kill anyone, not intentionally at least, that wasn't until a dear friend of his was murdered. In his dying breath he made him swear not to waste his life on vengeance. Damien immediately broke that vow after he died and pursued the killer. When he finally reached him he remembered the fool begging for his life, this inspired pity in him at the time.
Realizing he wasn't worth killing he proceeded to leave the man be, only to be attacked behind the back by him, though Damien easily countered this and killed him. And then he yelled out in fury as the darkness consumed his heart.

The Path too was now consumed by darkness. Yet, he felt pity for its members. Surely most of them weren't fanatic psychos, surely they genuinely wanted a fairer society for their kind. Still, being part of the Path made them evil.

And he would kill evil, in a knowingly futile hope that he may atone for those whom he had wronged. He was still damned surely, the end of eternity would mean his eternal second life in hell. He wasn't going to atone in some childish attempt to go to heaven, he knew heaven would never forgive him for his sins. This was simply to atone himself as a person, a personal moral goal, not related to his destiny in the afterlife.

Atonement for the sake of atonement, but he knew he would never or at least refused to believe that he could ever be absolved.

[Charmera]

Wilson wasn't surprised by the questions, just that they took this long to be asked. Wilson sighed, tempted to ignore the Immortal child and hope he stopped asking question, but they were all going to fight his demons. He owed them an explanation at least. He drove a little slower as he explained, just so he wouldn't crash or hit something.

"I helped create the Path, before it was the abomination you know it to be we were a... metahuman freedom fighter group. Though we didn't really confront the Order head on, we helped metahumans escape Order persecution in Cold Harbour and helped them find new places to live." He explained, before sighing. "Then it all went wrong..."

''How exactly did it all go wrong?'' inquired Damien, his curiosity sparked. He remembered seeing the Path Party stand for the Mayoral Elections in Cold Harbor. Overall he had mixed opinions of them, and he only saw the chaos all three parties could potentially bring. Yes something about the Path intrigued him. It was his curiosity, to picture what his own life would be like if the Path came to power.
Surely it would be favorable for him. The Path could give him power and happiness. Then why was he aligning against them when he stood to benefit?

He knew some in the immortal community would see him no different than a cripple thanks to his blindness.
After all what was the point of eternal life if you had no eyes to see it? It would almost be the equivalent of non-existence.
he Path could probably still find a use for him, accept him. What did it matter to him if they were essentially evil? Evil exists in all men and titans, no one can ever be free of its tainting. Even those who consider themselves good people have always committed a few 'minor' evils.

He began to feel disgusted at himself, evil flowed in his veins. He was surely just as inherently evil if not even more as the Path.
Did he therefore have the right to judge and execute other evil?
Why did he want to extinguish evil when he was no better? Because his comeuppance was catching up to him. No longer could he simply run away from his past actions.

He remembered the first time he killed another human being. It was in anger, in fear, in spite, the correct factors needed to facilitate strong evil. Till this day he didn't seem to regret killing that man. He had regretted many of the killings he did, but not the first one. After all these centuries, his hate for that man still lingered. One he thought he could trust, to think he wanted to help him.
But he only took advantage, hurting and hurting him, making him experience pain that still made his hands stutter ever so slightly every time he recalled it. Subjecting him to various drugs and chemicals. The man never cared for him, just for his immortality which he brutally attempted to pursue.

And so he killed him. And felt sick afterwards. So much so the only way he could stop suffering from its memory was to repress most of it, though the pain still remained and so did his rage. He never wanted to kill anyone, not intentionally at least, that wasn't until a dear friend of his was murdered. In his dying breath he made him swear not to waste his life on vengeance. Damien immediately broke that vow after he died and pursued the killer. When he finally reached him he remembered the fool begging for his life, this inspired pity in him at the time.
Realizing he wasn't worth killing he proceeded to leave the man be, only to be attacked behind the back by him, though Damien easily countered this and killed him. And then he yelled out in fury as the darkness consumed his heart.

The Path too was now consumed by darkness. Yet, he felt pity for its members. Surely most of them weren't fanatic psychos, surely they genuinely wanted a fairer society for their kind. Still, being part of the Path made them evil.

And he would kill evil, in a knowingly futile hope that he may atone for those whom he had wronged. He was still damned surely, the end of eternity would mean his eternal second life in hell. He wasn't going to atone in some childish attempt to go to heaven, he knew heaven would never forgive him for his sins. This was simply to atone himself as a person, a personal moral goal, not related to his destiny in the afterlife.

Atonement for the sake of atonement, but he knew he would never or at least refused to believe that he could ever be absolved.

Wilson considered the words to explain what happened, he was about halfway to the Path base by now. "Our leader, Micheal, became very interested in the supernatural, especially Horas. He theorised that Metahumans were the next step towards godhood, and that we were evolutionarily superior to the humans. Some of the original Path saw him for the maniac he was and so began to drift. He managed to fake his own death and left me in charge and made me promise to continue his legacy. " Wilson paused, coming to his own involvement in the Paths corruption. "I took the reigns of the Path, built up the loyal backbone of the organisation while the Order was in power and after the Order fell we began planing our conquest of the city. We announced our presence in Cold Harbour a year ago. The rest you already know."

I need to do this. I need to kill the monster I helped create, he thought to himself, Or more will suffer at my hand.

[Islamic Republic e Jariri]

''How exactly did it all go wrong?'' inquired Damien, his curiosity sparked. He remembered seeing the Path Party stand for the Mayoral Elections in Cold Harbor. Overall he had mixed opinions of them, and he only saw the chaos all three parties could potentially bring. Yes something about the Path intrigued him. It was his curiosity, to picture what his own life would be like if the Path came to power.
Surely it would be favorable for him. The Path could give him power and happiness. Then why was he aligning against them when he stood to benefit?

He knew some in the immortal community would see him no different than a cripple thanks to his blindness.
After all what was the point of eternal life if you had no eyes to see it? It would almost be the equivalent of non-existence.
he Path could probably still find a use for him, accept him. What did it matter to him if they were essentially evil? Evil exists in all men and titans, no one can ever be free of its tainting. Even those who consider themselves good people have always committed a few 'minor' evils.

He began to feel disgusted at himself, evil flowed in his veins. He was surely just as inherently evil if not even more as the Path.
Did he therefore have the right to judge and execute other evil?
Why did he want to extinguish evil when he was no better? Because his comeuppance was catching up to him. No longer could he simply run away from his past actions.

He remembered the first time he killed another human being. It was in anger, in fear, in spite, the correct factors needed to facilitate strong evil. Till this day he didn't seem to regret killing that man. He had regretted many of the killings he did, but not the first one. After all these centuries, his hate for that man still lingered. One he thought he could trust, to think he wanted to help him.
But he only took advantage, hurting and hurting him, making him experience pain that still made his hands stutter ever so slightly every time he recalled it. Subjecting him to various drugs and chemicals. The man never cared for him, just for his immortality which he brutally attempted to pursue.

And so he killed him. And felt sick afterwards. So much so the only way he could stop suffering from its memory was to repress most of it, though the pain still remained and so did his rage. He never wanted to kill anyone, not intentionally at least, that wasn't until a dear friend of his was murdered. In his dying breath he made him swear not to waste his life on vengeance. Damien immediately broke that vow after he died and pursued the killer. When he finally reached him he remembered the fool begging for his life, this inspired pity in him at the time.
Realizing he wasn't worth killing he proceeded to leave the man be, only to be attacked behind the back by him, though Damien easily countered this and killed him. And then he yelled out in fury as the darkness consumed his heart.

The Path too was now consumed by darkness. Yet, he felt pity for its members. Surely most of them weren't fanatic psychos, surely they genuinely wanted a fairer society for their kind. Still, being part of the Path made them evil.

And he would kill evil, in a knowingly futile hope that he may atone for those whom he had wronged. He was still damned surely, the end of eternity would mean his eternal second life in hell. He wasn't going to atone in some childish attempt to go to heaven, he knew heaven would never forgive him for his sins. This was simply to atone himself as a person, a personal moral goal, not related to his destiny in the afterlife.

Atonement for the sake of atonement, but he knew he would never or at least refused to believe that he could ever be absolved.

Wilson considered the words to explain what happened, he was about halfway to the Path base by now. "Our leader, Micheal, became very interested in the supernatural, especially Horas. He theorised that Metahumans were the next step towards godhood, and that we were evolutionarily superior to the humans. Some of the original Path saw him for the maniac he was and so began to drift. He managed to fake his own death and left me in charge and made me promise to continue his legacy. " Wilson paused, coming to his own involvement in the Paths corruption. "I took the reigns of the Path, built up the loyal backbone of the organisation while the Order was in power and after the Order fell we began planing our conquest of the city. We announced our presence in Cold Harbour a year ago. The rest you already know."

I need to do this. I need to kill the monster I helped create, he thought to himself, Or more will suffer at my hand.

He became interested in the Hora?

Damien's eyebrows raised slightly. Was the reason that knived woman who was after him...she was obviously from the Path, sent by their leader no doubt whom Wilson referred to as being named Michael.
Did this Michael know who he was? That he was one of the few individuals in the world who had discovered the secret of physical immortality via making a contract with a Hora? Did he also have some kind of messiah or even a god complex like Mosley? Did he want himself to become some kind of immortal leader of the Path? As some kind of god he wanted his subjects to look up to?

Immortals may be imperious to death, but their far from being a god...

Still if it was immortality he was after, he was right to study the Horan arts. Only arch of first generation Horas like Salvia and certain Hybridas could issue a contract for immortality. But had this guy even heard of the name Faustus? Or Mephistopheles?

Mosley was undoubtedly a genius, one of the greatest human minds of this era, but he was rather stupid when it came to thinking through things like making a contract with a Hora...
Sure they'd be wooed with prospects such as utilizing their immortality to escape the afterlife, live till the end of eternity, etc. A few would actually give at least a half truth about what exactly their contractees were signing up for. Inevitably each and every contractee will finally lose to the will to live after wasting their lives causing malice and evil and the Hora they made a contract with would undo the procedure and the immortal's soul would be reaped from this mortal plane of existence. Human will deteriorates over time...

This Michael went as far as faking his own demise, indicating a possible strategic mind. Had he thought through the prospect of immortality carefully? He sent the woman to investigate him and she must have already confirmed to him about his immortality. She tried to get him to come with her, to meet him presumably.

Damien was certain he could trust this Wilson. Even if he was the former leader of the organisation they were all going to launch launch a final assault against. There was no irregularity in his heart beat to indicate a lie, but he still seemed reluctant to say much about what he knew about the Path.

Is it guilt? He went as far as trying to siege Cold Harbor and rule it under a metahuman supremacist group before finally realizing his mistake?Was he also trying to atone himself like Damien was?

''If I could ask, do you have a family Sir?''

[Saestea]

As Wilson drove on, Alfie sank deeper into his seat, quite bored. He looked out the window, where he again saw his father, not as Noire... But just himself. He sat up and smiled at him. His father smiled back, but quickly changed to a serious expression. Alfie frowned.

"Why do you want to help these people, son?" he asked, moving closer.

Alfie sighed, then turned to face Damien who was speaking with Wilson. "Dmitri... Damien, needs me." he said simply and softly.

Gerard nodded, then came closer again until he was touching the glass. The car was definitely moving, but he did not have to follow at all. It was as if the glass window was a whole different world. Alfie placed a hand on it, and was surprised to feel his father's warm, gloved hand. Gerard smiled.

"You are welcome to ask for my help when you need it, my child." Gerard told his son in gentle tone.

Alfie nodded, then looked back to Damien. He smiled, seeing how strong his brother still appeared though he was without sight. He did not at all know how very sad Damien felt, as now, he knew no negativity but the pain of his changing.

[Charmera]

Wilson considered the words to explain what happened, he was about halfway to the Path base by now. "Our leader, Micheal, became very interested in the supernatural, especially Horas. He theorised that Metahumans were the next step towards godhood, and that we were evolutionarily superior to the humans. Some of the original Path saw him for the maniac he was and so began to drift. He managed to fake his own death and left me in charge and made me promise to continue his legacy. " Wilson paused, coming to his own involvement in the Paths corruption. "I took the reigns of the Path, built up the loyal backbone of the organisation while the Order was in power and after the Order fell we began planing our conquest of the city. We announced our presence in Cold Harbour a year ago. The rest you already know."

I need to do this. I need to kill the monster I helped create, he thought to himself, Or more will suffer at my hand.

He became interested in the Hora?

Damien's eyebrows raised slightly. Was the reason that knived woman who was after him...she was obviously from the Path, sent by their leader no doubt whom Wilson referred to as being named Michael.
Did this Michael know who he was? That he was one of the few individuals in the world who had discovered the secret of physical immortality via making a contract with a Hora? Did he also have some kind of messiah or even a god complex like Mosley? Did he want himself to become some kind of immortal leader of the Path? As some kind of god he wanted his subjects to look up to?

Immortals may be imperious to death, but their far from being a god...

Still if it was immortality he was after, he was right to study the Horan arts. Only arch of first generation Horas like Salvia and certain Hybridas could issue a contract for immortality. But had this guy even heard of the name Faustus? Or Mephistopheles?

Mosley was undoubtedly a genius, one of the greatest human minds of this era, but he was rather stupid when it came to thinking through things like making a contract with a Hora...
Sure they'd be wooed with prospects such as utilizing their immortality to escape the afterlife, live till the end of eternity, etc. A few would actually give at least a half truth about what exactly their contractees were signing up for. Inevitably each and every contractee will finally lose to the will to live after wasting their lives causing malice and evil and the Hora they made a contract with would undo the procedure and the immortal's soul would be reaped from this mortal plane of existence. Human will deteriorates over time...

This Michael went as far as faking his own demise, indicating a possible strategic mind. Had he thought through the prospect of immortality carefully? He sent the woman to investigate him and she must have already confirmed to him about his immortality. She tried to get him to come with her, to meet him presumably.

Damien was certain he could trust this Wilson. Even if he was the former leader of the organisation they were all going to launch launch a final assault against. There was no irregularity in his heart beat to indicate a lie, but he still seemed reluctant to say much about what he knew about the Path.

Is it guilt? He went as far as trying to siege Cold Harbor and rule it under a metahuman supremacist group before finally realizing his mistake?Was he also trying to atone himself like Damien was?

''If I could ask, do you have a family Sir?''

Wilsons nearly slammed the breaks in shock from the question. No one had ever asked him about his family so bluntly like that. Wilson made an awkward pause, stopping for a red light as he considered the question. "I did. They're gone now." he gritted his teeth in anger "I have the Order to thank for that."

He then wondered why the Immortal was asking so many prying questions. "Why do you ask?" he inquired "It's not like knowing about my family is going to help us now." He had left out the fact that Terra was alive, mostly as he wasn't as sure about that as he would like to be.

[Islamic Republic e Jariri]

He became interested in the Hora?

Damien's eyebrows raised slightly. Was the reason that knived woman who was after him...she was obviously from the Path, sent by their leader no doubt whom Wilson referred to as being named Michael.
Did this Michael know who he was? That he was one of the few individuals in the world who had discovered the secret of physical immortality via making a contract with a Hora? Did he also have some kind of messiah or even a god complex like Mosley? Did he want himself to become some kind of immortal leader of the Path? As some kind of god he wanted his subjects to look up to?

Immortals may be imperious to death, but their far from being a god...

Still if it was immortality he was after, he was right to study the Horan arts. Only arch of first generation Horas like Salvia and certain Hybridas could issue a contract for immortality. But had this guy even heard of the name Faustus? Or Mephistopheles?

Mosley was undoubtedly a genius, one of the greatest human minds of this era, but he was rather stupid when it came to thinking through things like making a contract with a Hora...
Sure they'd be wooed with prospects such as utilizing their immortality to escape the afterlife, live till the end of eternity, etc. A few would actually give at least a half truth about what exactly their contractees were signing up for. Inevitably each and every contractee will finally lose to the will to live after wasting their lives causing malice and evil and the Hora they made a contract with would undo the procedure and the immortal's soul would be reaped from this mortal plane of existence. Human will deteriorates over time...

This Michael went as far as faking his own demise, indicating a possible strategic mind. Had he thought through the prospect of immortality carefully? He sent the woman to investigate him and she must have already confirmed to him about his immortality. She tried to get him to come with her, to meet him presumably.

Damien was certain he could trust this Wilson. Even if he was the former leader of the organisation they were all going to launch launch a final assault against. There was no irregularity in his heart beat to indicate a lie, but he still seemed reluctant to say much about what he knew about the Path.

Is it guilt? He went as far as trying to siege Cold Harbor and rule it under a metahuman supremacist group before finally realizing his mistake?Was he also trying to atone himself like Damien was?

''If I could ask, do you have a family Sir?''

Wilsons nearly slammed the breaks in shock from the question. No one had ever asked him about his family so bluntly like that. Wilson made an awkward pause, stopping for a red light as he considered the question. "I did. They're gone now." he gritted his teeth in anger "I have the Order to thank for that."

He then wondered why the Immortal was asking so many prying questions. "Why do you ask?" he inquired "It's not like knowing about my family is going to help us now." He had left out the fact that Terra was alive, mostly as he wasn't as sure about that as he would like to be.

Just wanted to know if they were proud of the son they raised and what he would become...and if you had nothing to lose in a potential suicide mission for yourself...your response indicates a level of insecurity...mental scarring. Its hard to tell if you're lying, your statement may be true but I can't help but feel your trying to cover up something you'd rather not bring up...its understandable I suppose...I really shouldn't be so insensitive.

''They're gone now...I have the Order to thank for that."

Leading to your involvement in the founding of the Path...vengeance being the motivator...but you were disgusted at what it became therefore you became disgusted at yourself, plus somewhere inside, subconsciously or nor you probably hold a grudge against this Michael for seizing you of your leadership position and the power that came with it...revenge and redemption being your primary motivators...I see...

''I suppose it was just small talk...'' responded Damien. ''I'm sorry, I didn't mean to trespass.''

[Charmera]

Wilsons nearly slammed the breaks in shock from the question. No one had ever asked him about his family so bluntly like that. Wilson made an awkward pause, stopping for a red light as he considered the question. "I did. They're gone now." he gritted his teeth in anger "I have the Order to thank for that."

He then wondered why the Immortal was asking so many prying questions. "Why do you ask?" he inquired "It's not like knowing about my family is going to help us now." He had left out the fact that Terra was alive, mostly as he wasn't as sure about that as he would like to be.

Just wanted to know if they were proud of the son they raised and what he would become...and if you had nothing to lose in a potential suicide mission for yourself...your response indicates a level of insecurity...mental scarring. Its hard to tell if you're lying, your statement may be true but I can't help but feel your trying to cover up something you'd rather not bring up...its understandable I suppose...I really shouldn't be so insensitive.

''They're gone now...I have the Order to thank for that."

Leading to your involvement in the founding of the Path...vengeance being the motivator...but you were disgusted at what it became therefore you became disgusted at yourself, plus somewhere inside, subconsciously or nor you probably hold a grudge against this Michael for seizing you of your leadership position and the power that came with it...revenge and redemption being your primary motivators...I see...

''I suppose it was just small talk...'' responded Damien. ''I'm sorry, I didn't mean to trespass.''

"It's fine. You deserve to know more about what we're up against. You didn't have to help me destroy the monster I created." he replied, the car moving forward as the light turned green. Again coming back to the "If we had more time, we could have planned this much more carefully, leaving no detail to chance. However we don't, as if Im correct we don't have long before the Path accelerates their plans."

Wilson took a sharp turn at the crossroad, going left towards the warehouse. A few more blocks and they would get to the carpark Wilson planned to stop at. Then they would be able to walk to the warehouse.

[Qeno]

"It's fine. You deserve to know more about what we're up against. You didn't have to help me destroy the monster I created." he replied, the car moving forward as the light turned green. Again coming back to the "If we had more time, we could have planned this much more carefully, leaving no detail to chance. However we don't, as if Im correct we don't have long before the Path accelerates their plans."

Wilson took a sharp turn at the crossroad, going left towards the warehouse. A few more blocks and they would get to the carpark Wilson planned to stop at. Then they would be able to walk to the warehouse.

Rei looked around the ceiling she was hovering above and staring at the group. "Well, here we go" She said with her eyes glancing at each individual, sensing intensity oozing from Wilson and looked confused wondering what she's going to do once inside the warehouse. Maybe possess an unlucky young man whom she will use to raise havoc and destroy a bunch of stuff.

[Saestea]

Alfie

Somehow, Alfie knew that they were nearing their target. He could feel the energy from many different metahumans. He scoffed.
What a strange idea of liberation. he thought scornfully, crossing his arms over his chest.

Then he realized that he'd left the Sparrow. He'd ordered for its crew to return to the base. He shook his head in dismay and sighed.
He was supposed to be on his way to Cardiff. He reached into his pocket, hesitated, but went on and brought out his phone. He gazed at it for a few moments before dialing a number on it, then placing it near his ear.

A few moments of ringing passed, and an answer came.
"Hello?" Alfie said, as if unsure that there was someone else on the other end. Then he found that the phone was on speaker mode, but he didn't bother to turn it off.

"Sir Royale, it's good to hear from you. Has the storm delayed your flight?" David asked, his tone truly of concern.

"No... I have... Some business to attend to. It's very important. Tell Mia I will be there soon, please." Alfie answered in a bit of a whisper.

"Ah, yes. Of course, Miss Evans. By the way, she told me that she would like to speak with you." David told him, suddenly sounding more enthusiastic.

Alfie sighed, felt a brief urge to say no to Mia's request, then agreed.
"Alright, I'll speak to her." he said, trying to tone his voice down.

There was shuffling on the other end for a second, then the sound of someone gripping the receiver.

"Alfie?" said Mia, her voice slightly shaky.

Alfie wanted to tell her off for calling him Alfie instead of Alfred, but she seemed so broken at the moment that he just couldn't do it.
"Yes, Mia, it's me." he replied, glancing briefly at Damien.

"Hi. I just... Wanted to say thanks... For everything. Neither Matt or I had been able to say that, and I don't want you to think we're being ungrateful. You saved Mitch, and we owe you that." she said, sniffling, and then breaking down into sobbing.

"No, no. No need for that. He was my friend, too... I guess." Alfie assured her, beginning to sweat, thinking that he'd made her cry.

"Yeah. But really... Thank you." she said and sighed. "Haw about Damien. Is he alright? I didn't see him." she asked sounding genuinely concerned about the immortal's well-being though she knew well what he could do.

"He's alright... Though... Currently sightless." Alfie told her, shaking his head.

"Sightless? What do you mean?" Mia asked again.

"He's blind, Mia. Blind as a bat in the middle of the day!" he hissed into the phone, hoping that Damien didn't hear him.

"But how?"

"I don't know... And I can't restore it for him." Alfie replied grimly.

Then the two said their goodbyes, and Mia said she hoped to see Damien again. She didn't at all blame him for what happened to her brother, but she could not help but admit that she did feel he was a bit selfish for not even showing himself to them, or at least assure them that Mitchell was going to be alright. Alfie felt that at the moment, he didn't really need to know what Mia had told him, so he kept quiet.

[Lithuanian Empire]

Frank Mayhem

Frank scanned the environment. Still nothing. Maybe he should just leave, he thought, when a sound was picked up by his sensors. He turned to the direction of the sound, and dimly, just dimly, he could see a car driving towards the warehouse. A lone car, and possibly with passengers. It could have been the one they told him to look for... or not.

The car turned to the side street and quickly left the horizon.

Frank sighed and turned around. He kicked a small rock that was on the building. Probably someone threw it up here. And as he was thinking about it, his sound sensors activated again.

Another car!

This one didn't turn.

This one quickly drove towards the warehouse. Frank flew up a bit and slowly levitated towards the car. It was coming closer faster and faster. Frank flew up higher to not get noticed and readied his scanners.

The car drove through, and Frank was barely able to scan one person.

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