06-21-2016, 12:18 PM
Dorian smirked at the questions. How far back did he want him to go, Dorian could use the "once upon a time" metaphor if he truly wanted to. But that sounded sarcastic and he was fairly certain Ivan wouldn't appreciate the humor in the conversation.
"We are called the Atharim. We are the remnant of a remnant of an organization that once upon a time was tasked with taking down the gods of the old. They had enslaved humanity, and we took back the world eradicating our oppressors. Our job throughout the ages has been to continue that plight - eradicating their creations. You would call them monsters - Oni, Dreyken, Drainaka. My job is to ensure that the Atharim remain a secret, curtail investigations that would lead to our secrets. To solve cases done by these monsters. And to pass along information when necessary. I have never lied on a report, omitted things, but never falsified documentation or cheated the system. When the gods returned our original charter was instituted again. However right or wrong it is, it is the belief of the Atharim, that all gods are created the same - power corrupts."
"Questioning the beliefs of the Atharim will land one in a worse predicament with the current regime. Our leader is a zealot and a true believer. He cannot be swayed. To question him in anything can lead to your own death. We've witnessed many deaths at his hands. Rumors have said he killed a man for needing a break while researching some project. We've all seen his hand execute traitors."
Dorian sat up straight and leaned forward. "You are a good man. A good cop. And a good man like you wants to report what you know. I don't recomend it. If you hold your life dear, or that of anyone you love, it is in your best interest to take these secrets to your grave. I won't harm you. But if they find out you know about us, there is only two ways they know how to handle you. You either join us, or you die. He murders our own kind, what do you think he'll do to a thorn under his side."
"We are called the Atharim. We are the remnant of a remnant of an organization that once upon a time was tasked with taking down the gods of the old. They had enslaved humanity, and we took back the world eradicating our oppressors. Our job throughout the ages has been to continue that plight - eradicating their creations. You would call them monsters - Oni, Dreyken, Drainaka. My job is to ensure that the Atharim remain a secret, curtail investigations that would lead to our secrets. To solve cases done by these monsters. And to pass along information when necessary. I have never lied on a report, omitted things, but never falsified documentation or cheated the system. When the gods returned our original charter was instituted again. However right or wrong it is, it is the belief of the Atharim, that all gods are created the same - power corrupts."
"Questioning the beliefs of the Atharim will land one in a worse predicament with the current regime. Our leader is a zealot and a true believer. He cannot be swayed. To question him in anything can lead to your own death. We've witnessed many deaths at his hands. Rumors have said he killed a man for needing a break while researching some project. We've all seen his hand execute traitors."
Dorian sat up straight and leaned forward. "You are a good man. A good cop. And a good man like you wants to report what you know. I don't recomend it. If you hold your life dear, or that of anyone you love, it is in your best interest to take these secrets to your grave. I won't harm you. But if they find out you know about us, there is only two ways they know how to handle you. You either join us, or you die. He murders our own kind, what do you think he'll do to a thorn under his side."