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Zoie Hart- November 3, 1834 -
Ah there was nothing quite like the sound of rain on a cool November evening. There was simply something divine about the sound. Something that helped the man calm and relax as he worked. Though the night was cool, the room was warm as a large fireplace crackled and popped as he worked. He was by no means a tall man but he was by no means short. He was only slightly taller then his fellow man. His black hair had a slight shine to it as he sat quietly, his feet propped up on a foot rest and a book in hand. A cup of tea sat beside him, still hot and barely touched as he ran his eyes across the book. He took a slow breath as he continued reading.
On his desk was the usual. A few books on mixing and making gunpowder, unsolved murders of the 18th century, things of that nature. A few letters he had yet to send to the Pope stating that he would soon be heading to Romania to investigate the murders that had been occurring near a small village. A few bolts from his crossbow as well as a small crucifix. Everything in his room was right where he needed it to be, while it was by no means tidy, it most certainly wasn't a pig sty. Conner took a sip of his tea and sighed as he slipped the velvet bookmark into the page he was on, closing the cover and setting the book down. Slowly, Conner LeStrange rose. He let out a slow breath as he walked quietly to the window, observing the hustle and bustle of Rome.
Oh how glad Conner was to have a home in a city as beautiful as Vatican City. He smiled a bit at the thought of how strange the times were. Pistols that didn't require a minute to reload immediately after firing a bullet, trains that took you from one place to another faster then by horse and carriage. He smiled a bit more at the thought of the train ride he'd taken not too long ago. What a treat it was. His smile dwindled as he thought of his little girl. Anna. She wasn't very little anymore, 20 years old now. She had sprouted up like a weed. She was getting married last time he'd heard. He sighed a bit in slight depression at the fact she hadn't asked him to the wedding. Alas, he'd chosen to hunt vampires and to join the Order. The needs of the many always outweighed the needs of the few.
Dr. LeStrange watched as the horses and carriages went back and forth. Times were changing he could feel it. He was curious to see what the future had in store. What could possibly be made? He didn't know. So much had changed already. Conner turned and took a sip of his tea. He could see the Pope's home from here, quite impressive really. It reminded him of the Ancient Greeks. He sighed and set his cup of tea down, putting his glasses on to take a look at who would be arriving soon.
Mages, Warriors, Hunters, Scientists. People of every background, gender, skin color. He had sent letters out to all members of the supernatural community. He'd done his best to ensure that all could come to Vatican City quickly. Each one was invaluable in their own way, each one an expert in their own field. All Conner could hope for was that it would be enough
As Conner finished with the files in question, he walked to the map where Father Henry was working diligently researching various news articles, local legends, things of that sort. Conner examined the map and then looked to Henry. "Any suitable leads Father?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.
Henry rubbed his neck and nodded. Father Henry was Vatican City's personal historian and the Order's official archivist. His job was to go over bits and pieces of information and record it all by hand. If anyone could notice patterns and link them, it was the Father. "I've come across three possible incidents so far but I'm digging deeper to find out anything I can. Only so much I can do with bits and pieces of information coming in from around the world" he said.
Conner chuckled. "Not to worry. I have faith in you Father. If anyone can do this, it's you" he said. Conner glanced over the father's shoulder and examined the locations in question. Paris, Germany, and a small coastal town in America by the name of Innsmouth. Curious. A priest came before him and whispered that the hunters would be arriving any moment. "Ah, thank you brother. I will adjourn to the study" he said as he turned and began for the study.
Thunder. Lightning. These were the sounds that awoke Adam from his slumber as the wagon took him to his unknown destination. Thunder and Lightning. The tools of his creation by the hands of an eccentric medical student. It had been a difficult birth. He had been born in sheer, terrified agony. He wasn't the being his father had intended, not the golden triumph of immortality. He had been an abomination in the man's eyes. His father had fled screaming, and the first human action he experienced was rejection. Was there ever a creature so alone? So helpless? Was every newborn creature abandoned when they were born? Was this what life was? He didn't hate humanity, nor did he love humanity. Adam wished simply to be accepted. He still harbored some anger and some hatred for his father. But he felt guilt nonetheless. His anger and his rage had been the tools of his father's undoing as the thunder and the lightning had been the tools of his creation.
Adam didn't know how this "Dr. LeStrange" had managed to find him, didn't know what he knew of him. Adam only knew that this would be his only chance of finding Nergal. Nergal, agent to the prince of darkness himself. A demigod if you will. He'd been set free thanks to his naivety. Like his father, Adam had brought a monster into this world. It was Adam's duty to stop this monster before any damage could be done. Adam looked up from the wagon's floor as he was greeted by the sight of the city of Rome as the rain came down. Adam admired the beauty of the city, admiring the purity of it all. Adam was a grotesque monster but even something like him can admire and recognize beauty and purity. Adam looked over his supplies. His books, runes, salt, all the things he needed to hunt demon kind. Though one of his most effective weapons was his brute strength and lack of a soul. Though for Adam, such accusations were wounding, though true. Souls were defined as the principle of life, feeling, thought, and action in humans. They were regarded as a distinct entity separate from the body and yet Adam had principle. He could feel, think, and take action. In a way, the monster had a soul.
Adam lurched a bit as the wagon stopped before a lavish home, one larger than anything he'd ever seen. The doors looked strong enough to stop a mob. Adam grabbed his bag and hopped of the wagon with a heavy thud. Adam was a hulking creature, standing at an amazing 8 feet tall and weighing 354 pounds of pure muscle. Adam gathered his things in his rucksack. He moved slowly, his feet thudding heavily as he walked towards the door, knocking on the door with three powerful knocks. His hood hid most of his face as he approached. His presence was intimidating, his footsteps a clear indicator the man was heavier and stronger than the average human being. There this giant figure stood, quiet aside from the sound of his breathing and the rain.