01-20-2015, 10:11 AM
Martin stood off to the side and behind the Regus in all his glory. The other ten Inquisitors were arrayed across the stage behind the man, weapons hidden in the folds of their robes. He didn't expect any trouble, but the Regus was clear. Any hint of rebellion would not be tolerated, especially once he began with Stone.
The words the Regus spoke reverberated through Martin's body, to hunt Gods! It was his true calling. And he was to lead the fight against them. It was an honor that the Regus had chosen him oh so long ago, but it was now that Martin was the most proud.
He'd killed every manor of monster, godlings included. But they were weak and new and nothing like Apollyon. He hated the fact that the little Sentient girl was to have first crack at the man behind the CCD and all of its power. But she would die, he would see to it. But not before he took every ounce of usefulness from her hide. Born and trained Atharim, to hunt the monsters themselves, to track. She had hidden well amongst the Atharim as Furia despite her apparent true self.
The Regus looked to him and in his black robe and hood he waved a hand and two other black robed inquisitors brought forth Father Stone. He looked smug as ever, but the bruises on his face made his smug look pained. Martin wished he'd been there when the traitor had tried to escape. But such was life.
But Martin had to give it to the man, Father Stone pulled from his captor's hands and walked uncoerced to where he knew to stand. It had not been rehearsed, but the man was stubborn and confident in his own right. He knelt on the ground, Martin knew the man would not plead for his life, he'd given up the fight, he knew the Regus' wrath. Anyone who stayed in Moscow knew the Regus' wrath. A missing brother was cause for rumors, and most only even hinted at the capability of the man that lead them. Martin knew him before the office. Martin knew the man that stood at the head of their table. He knew the capacity he held to lead and to do what needed doing.
The words the Regus spoke reverberated through Martin's body, to hunt Gods! It was his true calling. And he was to lead the fight against them. It was an honor that the Regus had chosen him oh so long ago, but it was now that Martin was the most proud.
He'd killed every manor of monster, godlings included. But they were weak and new and nothing like Apollyon. He hated the fact that the little Sentient girl was to have first crack at the man behind the CCD and all of its power. But she would die, he would see to it. But not before he took every ounce of usefulness from her hide. Born and trained Atharim, to hunt the monsters themselves, to track. She had hidden well amongst the Atharim as Furia despite her apparent true self.
The Regus looked to him and in his black robe and hood he waved a hand and two other black robed inquisitors brought forth Father Stone. He looked smug as ever, but the bruises on his face made his smug look pained. Martin wished he'd been there when the traitor had tried to escape. But such was life.
But Martin had to give it to the man, Father Stone pulled from his captor's hands and walked uncoerced to where he knew to stand. It had not been rehearsed, but the man was stubborn and confident in his own right. He knelt on the ground, Martin knew the man would not plead for his life, he'd given up the fight, he knew the Regus' wrath. Anyone who stayed in Moscow knew the Regus' wrath. A missing brother was cause for rumors, and most only even hinted at the capability of the man that lead them. Martin knew him before the office. Martin knew the man that stood at the head of their table. He knew the capacity he held to lead and to do what needed doing.