01-09-2015, 10:37 AM
The Regus was amused at Martin's reaction. It was understandable of course. There were few offices higher than High Inquisitor, that of Regus being one of them.
At least that was the case. "You have not failed, Martin. Nor have you let me or the Atharim down. This is not a demotion, my friend." His steely eyes held Martin's and his voice was firm. "This is something new."
It was time to be open. It wasn't easy. Secrets had been his life, was still his life. Especially in a society that lived and died by them. The moment strethed out. “You remember Enoch? His fate?” A cautious nod. “You will be my Metatron."
He leaned forward. "You will be the head of a new order of hunters.” His eye flicked to the open book again. Remembered Revelation. Michael and his angels....“The Order of the Archangels.” His gray eyes were on fire as he stared at Borovsky. “Your prey will only be reborn gods.”
There was so much more, of course. He had not been idle over the years as the world changed. But once the Abomination had revealed itself to him, things became crystal clear. The Abomination that causes desolation. It stands in a holy place where it ought not. Once it had shown itself, the course had become obvious. The Dragon and its angels.
Already he had librarians from around the world scouring the oldest manuscripts and inscriptions, pouring over the histories and legends. He had teams searching out the artifacts hidden in the catacombs and tunnels beneath the Vatican. Sun Tzu and Von Clausewitz were being plundered for strategies and tactics. Arms dealers were being tapped for the latest in weaponry.
The old war had come again. "The Order of the Archangels will fight for mankind. Will you lead them? Metatron?"
At least that was the case. "You have not failed, Martin. Nor have you let me or the Atharim down. This is not a demotion, my friend." His steely eyes held Martin's and his voice was firm. "This is something new."
It was time to be open. It wasn't easy. Secrets had been his life, was still his life. Especially in a society that lived and died by them. The moment strethed out. “You remember Enoch? His fate?” A cautious nod. “You will be my Metatron."
He leaned forward. "You will be the head of a new order of hunters.” His eye flicked to the open book again. Remembered Revelation. Michael and his angels....“The Order of the Archangels.” His gray eyes were on fire as he stared at Borovsky. “Your prey will only be reborn gods.”
There was so much more, of course. He had not been idle over the years as the world changed. But once the Abomination had revealed itself to him, things became crystal clear. The Abomination that causes desolation. It stands in a holy place where it ought not. Once it had shown itself, the course had become obvious. The Dragon and its angels.
Already he had librarians from around the world scouring the oldest manuscripts and inscriptions, pouring over the histories and legends. He had teams searching out the artifacts hidden in the catacombs and tunnels beneath the Vatican. Sun Tzu and Von Clausewitz were being plundered for strategies and tactics. Arms dealers were being tapped for the latest in weaponry.
The old war had come again. "The Order of the Archangels will fight for mankind. Will you lead them? Metatron?"