07-24-2023, 06:07 PM
Fucking airplanes! He couldn't wait to get the stench of people off of him. There were reasons hunters were solitary creatures by natures. They got along better with the monsters they hunted than other human folks. You couldn't punch the crying child next to you like you could the fucking monster barreling down at you trying to kill you. Jacob liked fucking monsters better than people.
He was finally on the ground after nearly a day either in the air or in a fucking airport. Jacob was finally grateful to be walking around a foreign city where he could read the signs at least. That surprised him a little. There were still some signs in Russian, but nearly everything was in English. The world still felt foreign to him. Not exactly the same as other cities he'd visited. Of course none were like Moscow.
Jacob walked past the monument the Ascendancy had created live on television. He'd watched in abject horror as the most powerful on the planet became a god in everything but name. The man could be the devil himself, and people worshiped the ground he walked on. Fools!
The reborn war on the gods had begun and Jacob intended to full his destiny and destroy them. He ran his fingers over his chest where the black serpent pendant hung. There were legends. But he didn't know if they were true. He knew what he was told, but he didn't believe it. But he would take them down in a heart beat. And the next on his list saddened his cold dead heart. Even deader now that he had to kill the children of his best friend. Thank the fucking light that Noel wasn't hear to see this. Jacob wouldn't have wanted to kill his best friend. Sad day in hell it would be.
It wasn't hard finding an Atharim safe house in Moscow. He'd seen several already. They were scattered everywhere like they'd l ost their home and were scavenging for a place. None of them seemed occupied, but Jacob watched a woman walk into the serpent's den and he followed shortly after.
Things were a little different but Jacob easily found his way into the basement where the safe house truly hide. The woman was on a computer, dusty and old, but secure he imagined. A picture of the very person he was after was on the screen. "The very god I am after, sweetheart. He's mine. We have a score to settle."