12-17-2018, 02:54 PM
Jerry was sure that he meant the ink he was currently looking at, but his tattoo underneath the sleeve of his shirt started to itch as if he knew about it. Which never really bode well, the Atharim mark was nothing but an piecie of ink that told him he was aligned with the group. His life was theirs. A constant reminder.
And yet there were some who would forsake that heritage. His thoughts wandered to why a man might choose to leave the life he knew. To be a god among the Atharim? Would he kill himself on principle? Was his life less because of some thing he had no control? Jerry thought the answer was yes. But case after case after case he'd seen that strong me - affiliated men, they turned from the path of the Atharim. Ran from their duty. And there were still others like this Nox, who stayed even in the face of his godhood and was Atharim. He only ran because of what? Jerry intended to find that answer before he killed the god. Why did he run?
Jerry had scoured his record in Moscow these past few months, his kills were high. His passion for the job was there. And the reason he was alerted to them was because he confessed to a murder. A murder done with channeling... Of a monster he claimed the report said. And upon further investigation it had been. At least the boy killed for the right reasons, but he didn't kill himself... more curious...
Jerry pulled himself from his thoughts as he looked at the image the man was indicating and stopped absently rubbing the spot where the Atharim tattoo lay inked on his skin. "Most people only get them because they look cool. They have no idea what they mean."
Jerry sighed and shook his head. "Tattoos make you distinguishable to others. I'd prefer to keep myself as unidentifiable as possible. I'm paranoid. The world is always watching, and who knows what lies in wait."
And yet there were some who would forsake that heritage. His thoughts wandered to why a man might choose to leave the life he knew. To be a god among the Atharim? Would he kill himself on principle? Was his life less because of some thing he had no control? Jerry thought the answer was yes. But case after case after case he'd seen that strong me - affiliated men, they turned from the path of the Atharim. Ran from their duty. And there were still others like this Nox, who stayed even in the face of his godhood and was Atharim. He only ran because of what? Jerry intended to find that answer before he killed the god. Why did he run?
Jerry had scoured his record in Moscow these past few months, his kills were high. His passion for the job was there. And the reason he was alerted to them was because he confessed to a murder. A murder done with channeling... Of a monster he claimed the report said. And upon further investigation it had been. At least the boy killed for the right reasons, but he didn't kill himself... more curious...
Jerry pulled himself from his thoughts as he looked at the image the man was indicating and stopped absently rubbing the spot where the Atharim tattoo lay inked on his skin. "Most people only get them because they look cool. They have no idea what they mean."
Jerry sighed and shook his head. "Tattoos make you distinguishable to others. I'd prefer to keep myself as unidentifiable as possible. I'm paranoid. The world is always watching, and who knows what lies in wait."