I could see it like it was yesterday. I was just 10 years old. I never had a father. Mom said he left when I was too young to remember. My mother was all I had. Until They came. Powerful wizards visited my mother that night, and it wasn't a social call. They said they were looking for someone. She fought hard but there were too many of them. They destroyed her. There was nothing left of the woman who had raised me.
I swore to get revenge. I have worked long and hard, I have trained for many years, and now is my time.
I sat there, smoking a cigarette, sipping on a rum and coke. The people that killed my mother were working for an evil group called the Watchers. And word is, one of their kind is here in this city. If I kill him, it will be the first step in avenging my mother.
A man sat in the chair across the table. I could sense that he was a wizard, and a powerful one, one of the most powerful I had ever felt. I hate wizards, but he's aiding my cause, and hell, the ends justify the means right?
I had tried for years to find the people who murdered my mother to no avail. One day I was approached by this man, calling himself Pullis Veneficus. He told me of this age-old council of men, who hated non-humans, and fought each and every day, killing those who weren't like them. They didn't care if the demons they killed were innocent or not.
He told me my mother was protecting my father, because my father worked with a group of innocent demons, trying to hide from the watcher's council. Kind of like a demon underground railroad. So finally I am doing good, and destroying evil at the same time.
"So our deal is complete then?" He said, breaking my train of thought.
"Yes," I said, taking another drag off my cigarette.
The plan was perfect, no room for error. The man bid me fair well and disappeared into the crowd. I couldn't wait to wreak havoc on the people who killed my mother.
I woke up bright and early the next morning. No matter how late I stay up I can't seem to sleep later than promptly 8 am. I sighed and sat up in bed, looking over to the bed across the room. Kansas was still sleeping, as she should be. She had a bad night last night and she has a lot of work today, so she'll need the sleep.
I stood up and threw on my shirt and shoes and walked outside the room.
"Damn, it's quiet as a grave in here, " I said walking toward the main room. I arrived just in time to see Ganon close the door, a massive stack of pizzas in hand.
He turned around and looked a little surprised to see me, but still smiled, "Want some pizza?" he asked, "I got all kinds of it."
I smiled and nodded. He brought the pizzas over to a table and sat them down.
"Didn't think anyone else woke up this early."
He looked up, still opening a box unconsciously, "Heh, well you don't ever sleep the same after you've seen the things I have," he said lifting a piece of pepperoni pizza to his mouth.
I raised my eyebrow, taking a slice of my own, "And whats that? That you've seen I mean." I asked. I could never help it. As a councilor it was my job to ask questions of disturbed teens. He was a little different than the average teenager, no doubt, but the question still remained nonetheless.
He stopped mid-bite, reaching into his tortured mind, searching for the right words to say. "I..I come from a dark, dark family," he started. "They aren't very nice people, to put it lightly."
I gave him a comforting smile, "Well, by dark…" I just left it hanging; it was the best way to ask the question.
"Necromancers, " he said, I let a look of slight confusion slip onto my face. Of coarse I knew what the term meant, being a watcher. That was knowledge that even the most novice of occult students knew, but if he explained it, it would bring us closer. It's a strategy that psychologists use to gain a small amount of trust on the subconscious level. It didn't take long for him to explain, "death magic," he blurted, "My family uses magic to manipulate the dead. Zombies, vampires, they're into everything." He hung his head low a little, I knew to let him have his minute of thought, and took another bite.
"So, where does that fit into you're life as it is now? Do you practice the necromantic magics?" I asked, politely.
He thought for a second, taking a sip of his beer. "A little," he finally said, "I do enough magic to keep me one step ahead of those who wouldn't want me to continue living, you could say," he said, feeling a little more confident, he took another bite. "So what do you do, you that girl's father or what?"
I chuckled a little, "Do I really look that old?"
He thought for second before replying, "No, not physically, but you do seem old for some reason, like you're either wise beyond your years or very young looking for your age, either that or it's just because you're British."
I laughed, "I guess I'll take A on that one, mate, though it's probably also because of the British-ness," I smiled and walked over to the bar and grabbed a beer, thinking for a second, "I hope our young Asian friend doesn't mind us taking his drinks."
Ganon shrugged, "If he doesn't like it, I'll pay."
I shrugged, seemed to be good logic to me, "Lets see what's on the tele', must be some useful information on the news, " I reached over the bar and flipped on the television there.
"Oh bloody hell." I said, dropping my beer.