05-26-2015, 02:55 PM
Nox's face seemed to light up as he talked about it. Lucas had never hunted himself- nobody who lived grew up on the streets of Moscow did- and the idea of the hunt and the chase and the kill was alien to him.
He thought about Aria, and about what Nox was saying, though. These things they hunted needed to be hunted. They preyed on humans. That's what they said, anyway, and Lucas had no reason to really doubt them.
That did lead to a question, one that only now came to him despite having known Aria for a while now. "Where do these things come from?"
He tried to remember what he could from the catechism and Mother Church. Monsters didn't really figure in the Bible, as he could recall. Other fairy tales he'd heard growing up- and from his art classes- but those were expected.
"How'd they get here? Or people like you, or like Aria?"
Suddenly he realized that it was all part of the whole mystery. And he had no idea what the hell any of it meant.
He thought about Aria, and about what Nox was saying, though. These things they hunted needed to be hunted. They preyed on humans. That's what they said, anyway, and Lucas had no reason to really doubt them.
That did lead to a question, one that only now came to him despite having known Aria for a while now. "Where do these things come from?"
He tried to remember what he could from the catechism and Mother Church. Monsters didn't really figure in the Bible, as he could recall. Other fairy tales he'd heard growing up- and from his art classes- but those were expected.
"How'd they get here? Or people like you, or like Aria?"
Suddenly he realized that it was all part of the whole mystery. And he had no idea what the hell any of it meant.