08-03-2014, 09:23 AM
Armande returned to his office to view the results of the recently acquired data from the Repository. He passed by an Atharim that worked directly for him on the way. The man actually was a priest, unlike Armande's position. According to the church, a priest needed to preside over the collection of the Vatican Historical Society, but by their laws, was unable to direct it himself. Therefore, assignment of one individual to the office of the Regus was allowed for the tenure of a given term.
Firas Boshoven was a Dutchman in his late 40's. The man was soft-tempered and serene. He was not a hunter. By his own admission he could never harm another creature be it man or beast. He was also a vegetarian, to Armande's great ilk. To each his own.
"Did you receive the transmission, Father?" Armande asked as Firas followed him into his office.
"Yes. The results are disturbing. You say these men were right down the street?"
Armande nodded as he rounded the desk and activated the work station. Images flashed up all around him. "Yes, one gave me an instant Wallet-recognition, but the other was a nobody, but I suspect both know something about us."
Firas remained quiet as Armande read the file on the younger of the two men. The Atharim had sought him out several times in the past. All of their poor souls met their deaths. The man's image was cross-referenced with news media. Armande frowned and showed the frozen image of Vellas in Dominance V to the stoic Father.
"I sat right next to him, Filas. One of these creatures that'd crush the world in their fist." Disgust bent his tone harsh. Filas seemed sad. As well he should. Powers of gods belonged with the divine. Mankind was not responsible enough to be given such dominion over others. "We do not live in Eden, my child Filas. Adam and Eve wrecked utopia with their arrogance. None of these today, Michael Vellas included, are any wiser than the first creations of God. They will shred the world apart with their claws. Maybe not tomorrow or next year, but they will. They must be stopped." He spoke that last to himself.
The second man was not within their databases. He was in some database somewhere, but they would need to reach out to their Atharim partners in government to discern additional information. For now, the man's image was added to a new file.
Father Filas nodded an understanding, but not without an additional question. "Perhaps they are demons, Regus. The Holy Father is aware of this plan?"
Armande's brows lifted. He sat back in his seat and studied the priest. He was concerned about the taking of life. His concerns became evident when the first gods emerged. Armande was not ignorant of this.
"You were with me when I went to Vatican City, Father. On my word I will tell you that Patricus is not only aware, but gave his blessing. He understands the concept of the greater good. You should meditate on it as well."
He was dismissed with the wave of a hand.
Firas Boshoven was a Dutchman in his late 40's. The man was soft-tempered and serene. He was not a hunter. By his own admission he could never harm another creature be it man or beast. He was also a vegetarian, to Armande's great ilk. To each his own.
"Did you receive the transmission, Father?" Armande asked as Firas followed him into his office.
"Yes. The results are disturbing. You say these men were right down the street?"
Armande nodded as he rounded the desk and activated the work station. Images flashed up all around him. "Yes, one gave me an instant Wallet-recognition, but the other was a nobody, but I suspect both know something about us."
Firas remained quiet as Armande read the file on the younger of the two men. The Atharim had sought him out several times in the past. All of their poor souls met their deaths. The man's image was cross-referenced with news media. Armande frowned and showed the frozen image of Vellas in Dominance V to the stoic Father.
"I sat right next to him, Filas. One of these creatures that'd crush the world in their fist." Disgust bent his tone harsh. Filas seemed sad. As well he should. Powers of gods belonged with the divine. Mankind was not responsible enough to be given such dominion over others. "We do not live in Eden, my child Filas. Adam and Eve wrecked utopia with their arrogance. None of these today, Michael Vellas included, are any wiser than the first creations of God. They will shred the world apart with their claws. Maybe not tomorrow or next year, but they will. They must be stopped." He spoke that last to himself.
The second man was not within their databases. He was in some database somewhere, but they would need to reach out to their Atharim partners in government to discern additional information. For now, the man's image was added to a new file.
Father Filas nodded an understanding, but not without an additional question. "Perhaps they are demons, Regus. The Holy Father is aware of this plan?"
Armande's brows lifted. He sat back in his seat and studied the priest. He was concerned about the taking of life. His concerns became evident when the first gods emerged. Armande was not ignorant of this.
"You were with me when I went to Vatican City, Father. On my word I will tell you that Patricus is not only aware, but gave his blessing. He understands the concept of the greater good. You should meditate on it as well."
He was dismissed with the wave of a hand.