Chapter 19
The path he had chosen was the dark one. He knew it was when he had chosen it, it was the easier path. He knew that he would be damned eternally for it, though if he did not die, then, he would not be damned.
Lucas scowled at the glass of wine as he sat there in his home. Things were slowing down, the person he had gone out on a limb to recruit had been refusing to cooperate. It was something frustrating, the fairy had said that he was someone dangerous, and Lucas had taken that to mean a perfect ally in his bid for power.
Gaining the seven blades that legends spoke of was the key to the power he sought, immortality, the powers of magic and power forgotten by all but the most studied of scholars. The blades power would grant immortality to one person and unlock the powers of the ancients within him or her, and Lucas would do anything to acquire that power for himself.
He batted the glass away, the fine, hand blown glass shattering against the ancient stone of the wall. The purple spray spread across the wall and floor as he climbed to his feet, Alexi stepping up behind him.
The Russian was his bodyguard and henchman, someone who was holding one of the original blades. It was a secret of the blades, with all but Wulf, that their powers resonated, raising the powers of the wielders by a power unimaginable. With his own weapon, it went one way only, he would power up, but they wouldn't, it was an advantage he would exploit.
But, Blaze had new powers as well, something powerful compared to even his own with the blades. When the seven originals met with another they would merge until the wielder would lose and die. The eighth blade, Wulf, would only merge with the mixture of the seven and release the powers stored.
Blaze was infuriating, he had nearly destroyed him but had lost when the agent got his grubby little hands on the blade. It was true that the blades sought out their masters when found, but t was humiliating that it was his foe that was thus armed. The loss had been quick from that point, quick and lethal, well nearly. He had almost died, only the water of the river had saved his life.
It had taken him two months before he regained consciousness. He was still weak, but he was getting stronger.
Lucas heard a low moan as he realized that his guest was waking once more, perhaps some sodium pentothal would work to get him the answers that he sought.
* * * * *
Alexi smiled as he thought of the new power he held as he saw Lucas slip through the door into the dungeon. He stood there thinking of the world he had chosen.
He had first worked for the Russian Confederacy before defecting to PERIL. That hadn't lasted long as they had deemed to test their chems on him. He refused and ran, it was then that he found Lucas Kabal.
It had been a day where everything went wrong, a lady tripped and he tried to help her. It got worse when she screamed for the police and had him arrested for assault even though he did nothing.
Lucas had sent a team of lawyers to assist him in exchange for his help in retrieving two artifacts, one he now wielded, the other was now part of Lucas' blade. It hadn't taken much for him to work with the man, reaching a partnership. An assassin and a mystic, it was a deadly combination for all who opposed him. He remembered the legends he heard from the Guardians, when he was still under the cloak, of a cult of assassins, though he cared not for a cult, he wished to be stronger, the strongest warrior to ever live in the world.
The path he had chosen was the dark one. He knew it was when he had chosen it, it was the easier path. He knew that he would be damned eternally for it, though if he did not die, then, he would not be damned.
Lucas scowled at the glass of wine as he sat there in his home. Things were slowing down, the person he had gone out on a limb to recruit had been refusing to cooperate. It was something frustrating, the fairy had said that he was someone dangerous, and Lucas had taken that to mean a perfect ally in his bid for power.
Gaining the seven blades that legends spoke of was the key to the power he sought, immortality, the powers of magic and power forgotten by all but the most studied of scholars. The blades power would grant immortality to one person and unlock the powers of the ancients within him or her, and Lucas would do anything to acquire that power for himself.
He batted the glass away, the fine, hand blown glass shattering against the ancient stone of the wall. The purple spray spread across the wall and floor as he climbed to his feet, Alexi stepping up behind him.
The Russian was his bodyguard and henchman, someone who was holding one of the original blades. It was a secret of the blades, with all but Wulf, that their powers resonated, raising the powers of the wielders by a power unimaginable. With his own weapon, it went one way only, he would power up, but they wouldn't, it was an advantage he would exploit.
But, Blaze had new powers as well, something powerful compared to even his own with the blades. When the seven originals met with another they would merge until the wielder would lose and die. The eighth blade, Wulf, would only merge with the mixture of the seven and release the powers stored.
Blaze was infuriating, he had nearly destroyed him but had lost when the agent got his grubby little hands on the blade. It was true that the blades sought out their masters when found, but t was humiliating that it was his foe that was thus armed. The loss had been quick from that point, quick and lethal, well nearly. He had almost died, only the water of the river had saved his life.
It had taken him two months before he regained consciousness. He was still weak, but he was getting stronger.
Lucas heard a low moan as he realized that his guest was waking once more, perhaps some sodium pentothal would work to get him the answers that he sought.
* * * * *
Alexi smiled as he thought of the new power he held as he saw Lucas slip through the door into the dungeon. He stood there thinking of the world he had chosen.
He had first worked for the Russian Confederacy before defecting to PERIL. That hadn't lasted long as they had deemed to test their chems on him. He refused and ran, it was then that he found Lucas Kabal.
It had been a day where everything went wrong, a lady tripped and he tried to help her. It got worse when she screamed for the police and had him arrested for assault even though he did nothing.
Lucas had sent a team of lawyers to assist him in exchange for his help in retrieving two artifacts, one he now wielded, the other was now part of Lucas' blade. It hadn't taken much for him to work with the man, reaching a partnership. An assassin and a mystic, it was a deadly combination for all who opposed him. He remembered the legends he heard from the Guardians, when he was still under the cloak, of a cult of assassins, though he cared not for a cult, he wished to be stronger, the strongest warrior to ever live in the world.