02-23-2017, 10:51 AM
(( Atharim PoV ))
Stephan Weiss and Henrik Mantere, were two dedicated Atharim. They had been at HQ when it burnt to a mass of molten rubble and a pile of ash and debris. The Regus had stayed to fight the fire while telling everyone else to leave. Stephan believed the man survived. He nursed his wounds to rise again - it was like prophecy fulfilling itself or something. Henrik believed he lived cause if Ascendancy couldn't kill him, and he was the first of the reborn gods the nothing could. But they both believed.
The safe houses in Moscow weren't as nice as the Baccarat Mansion. There wasn't another safe house worthy of that place. But now it was gone and with it all the priceless artifacts the Baccarat's had stored there. Not to mention their new god fighting arsenal.
They weren't archangles by any means, but they'd been tracking Methos and his concerts. Stephan had been a fan, Henrik knew the man but didn't care for his music. But he had two oddities and they both believed they were reborn gods. It was off with their heads if they could prove it. They hadn't been able to. Every concert was good, perfect, nothing out of the ordinary - nothing they could prove.
But the one in Moscow - home of the Atharim HQ - they would do what needed to be done. They would kill the monsters that walked in human skins - they would get the proof they needed.
Methos was an arrogant man and his itinerary and schedules weren't hard to find out. Easy as pie. And the arena was easy enough to get into and sabotage without a trace of their existence. This wasn't their first rodeo.
First the backup system was severed to within an inch of it's life. When it fired on, the circuits would fry but not alert the maintenance crews until then. Then the main systems - those were easy.
Stephan and Henrick wore gloves and checked all their clothes for catches etc. There would be no trace of their existence if what they believed would happen did. And when the lights finally went out Henrick and Stephan were ready. They'd been tailing the boy and girl for days. They knew where they'd be, they would be close by. Armed with only a knife - a simple one bought in any story anywhere in the world - it was perfect undeniably simple.
Stephan was first killing the boy and the lights overhead died. He stepped into the mass of the crowd leaving and no one knew any difference. Henrick got the girl and slipped out the back stage door. They left the weapons - their marks. These gods died and the world would know it. They died by their hands. Nothing Ascendancy said or his police could do would bind their hands. The Atharim had lived long before the CCD and it would live long after - such was the Atharim. Long live the Regus and may his reign see the end of the gods before their reign ever begins!
Stephan Weiss and Henrik Mantere, were two dedicated Atharim. They had been at HQ when it burnt to a mass of molten rubble and a pile of ash and debris. The Regus had stayed to fight the fire while telling everyone else to leave. Stephan believed the man survived. He nursed his wounds to rise again - it was like prophecy fulfilling itself or something. Henrik believed he lived cause if Ascendancy couldn't kill him, and he was the first of the reborn gods the nothing could. But they both believed.
The safe houses in Moscow weren't as nice as the Baccarat Mansion. There wasn't another safe house worthy of that place. But now it was gone and with it all the priceless artifacts the Baccarat's had stored there. Not to mention their new god fighting arsenal.
They weren't archangles by any means, but they'd been tracking Methos and his concerts. Stephan had been a fan, Henrik knew the man but didn't care for his music. But he had two oddities and they both believed they were reborn gods. It was off with their heads if they could prove it. They hadn't been able to. Every concert was good, perfect, nothing out of the ordinary - nothing they could prove.
But the one in Moscow - home of the Atharim HQ - they would do what needed to be done. They would kill the monsters that walked in human skins - they would get the proof they needed.
Methos was an arrogant man and his itinerary and schedules weren't hard to find out. Easy as pie. And the arena was easy enough to get into and sabotage without a trace of their existence. This wasn't their first rodeo.
First the backup system was severed to within an inch of it's life. When it fired on, the circuits would fry but not alert the maintenance crews until then. Then the main systems - those were easy.
Stephan and Henrick wore gloves and checked all their clothes for catches etc. There would be no trace of their existence if what they believed would happen did. And when the lights finally went out Henrick and Stephan were ready. They'd been tailing the boy and girl for days. They knew where they'd be, they would be close by. Armed with only a knife - a simple one bought in any story anywhere in the world - it was perfect undeniably simple.
Stephan was first killing the boy and the lights overhead died. He stepped into the mass of the crowd leaving and no one knew any difference. Henrick got the girl and slipped out the back stage door. They left the weapons - their marks. These gods died and the world would know it. They died by their hands. Nothing Ascendancy said or his police could do would bind their hands. The Atharim had lived long before the CCD and it would live long after - such was the Atharim. Long live the Regus and may his reign see the end of the gods before their reign ever begins!