Modern Mage - A Hunter 'S Dilemma


Fantasy
To all those reading the Modern Mage plot line, this happens over chapters 17 & 18 and may study up part of 19 as well. I'll experience more about that once the inspiration for 19 comes to me. I wanted to let everyone see a dissimilar perspective than Andrew's as well as cover something that wouldn't have fit in the rest of the story based on the face that Bodoni Mage is being author as though Andrew is explaining his past times to the reader. I used bother third base person story and some first soul in the chapter here to tell apart what he was thinking at firstly as well as allowing me to explain some of the bet on story for those who read this and haven't read the rest of the Modern Mage and Existence fib. Hope everyone enjoys a different take on thinks in the man of Magick and monstrosity that I am attempting to bring you all into.

Gabriel Roarke had been a hunting watch for over a decade, ever since he recovered after his family was attacked by a Vampire. To be more accurate after that creature had killed his parents and then turned his Sister forcing Roarke to kill them if he wanted to live. He had spent six months in a hospital recovering from physical wound he'd received from surviving that night and cleaning up the batch so that he didn't go to jail for murder. He didn't tell the constabulary or the doctors, nurses and psychiatrist that the hospital about the vampire because he didn't want to be placed in a genial innovation either.

At the end of his time recovering from the harm Roarke was taken in by a young couple instead of being placed in a government dwelling. While thankful for that he was uncertain why they took him in until dinner party of the first night in his new home. It turned out that they had known about the supernatural and realized that what happened to his family was a lamia attack. They began to explain that their menage had been a long line of hunter, dedicated to protecting humanity from the things most don't even conceive in. They started training him, not just in how to fight but hot to guess as well. Over the course of four years they had trained hum, taken him out on hunts and treated him as though he was their own tike. They made sure that he also got a proper school day education allowing him to qualify for college. Just after his eighteenth birthday while shopping for supplying before he left for college the vampire that had attacked his house tracked him down again. That dark the vampire attacked again killing both of his guardian. He killed the lamia that Night himself. After that night he decided not to go away to schooling but to bug out hunting and recruiting new huntsman to train.

For six days Roarke had been hunting and killing every supernatural being he could cover down. It didn't matter what kind they were. He focused mostly in field where had found people disappearing or being murdered. He excelled at ferreting out those animal that hid in plain sight. Over time her developed seed of info on the web and made contacts with former Hunter and informants. After that he started to get more and more information on organism he couldn't have found himself. data that told him not only where to line up these fiend, but what sort her was dealing with. He couldn't believe his hazard in finding this rootage of information. That origin had created a problem for him former today.

He got data about a target area in Las Vegas who was said to be a danger not just to the the great unwashed in the city around him, but to others around the world. Roarke spent most of his time hunting in Irish Republic, Scotland and England but would jaunt abroad when there was a threat that would postulate the metre and endeavour. He had hunted in the United States a few times but had never traveled to Las Lope de Vega before. The informant contacted him anonymously as usual with the target information. The fair game was a deception drug user, brawny at that. The documentation sent tied him to a string of murders around the city and in nearby state claiming that he was using blood magic to increase his power. The targets name and address was provided with the other info, along with the deduction that he was nearly completed the ritual meaning he needed to be stopped quickly. Roarke booked passage to Las Vega and shipped the gear he would need by air freight the next day. Within the week he was in Las Lope de Vega and picked up his gear mechanism. He would normally bear taken time to scout the target and make sure that he could get in and out without any problem, but from the provide information he just didn't have the fourth dimension before this guy started killing Thomas More people.

Roarke got to the location on the night of Feb first to see his prey arrive back at the house with a bantam red haired adult female that there was no data on in the files. The driver of the car that brought them there unloaded baggage and took it in for them. He could see from his position several the great unwashed inside the theater when the threshold was opened. It looked like they had come back from some kind of trip and having a welcome domicile political party from his perspective. Roarke watched the house as the night went on. Around one or two in the morning most of those Roarke had seen left the house. He continued to watch the theater until morn. right field before sunrise Roarke got out of his truck and started to move toward the house expecting the occupants to be sleeping after the late even.

He got halfway across the holding to the door moving from cover to cover when he paused for a present moment. He had about XXX feet of quad to cross with aught to duck behind when he continued to come near. He wasn't aware at that moment that the following few minutes were going to change perception of realism forever. He pulled the sword he inherited from his guardians before standing up. The sword was refuted to be a invaluable artefact that can lay off almost any kind of legerdemain used against the person wielding it. He stood up and started across the open flat coat when the presence door opened and out stepped the man he was after.

Standing before Roarke was the lusus naturae that he was sent after, a person sorry than any he hunted before. This man had killed more innocent masses that any other supernatural creature he had tracked down and had the arrogance to step out and enjoy a sunny aurora as though there wasn't a care in the world. Roarke's purpose was one of his big and deadliest assets and upon seeing he direct he charges intending to end this quickly. Within the initiatory couple of steps the man looked unconcerned, but it quickly changed to confusion as he dodged the swing of the blade and rolled away. Roarke firmly believed that this man was truly a monster simple by the fact that he was homo and made the choice to demolish lives for his own gain. Vampires needed parentage to live and were soulless, werewolves were wild uncontrolled brute, other occult puppet hadn't even started out as human and while they needed to be destroyed you couldn't hold them to homo moral. When a man decides that he would rather shoot down for power, money or any former reason they made themselves worse monsters than those born to it.

The monster he faced scanned the area, probable looking for assistance in fighting Roarke off in order to save his own miserable life. He spoke up,"What do you require here ?"

Roarke's reply was manoeuver and even, no common sense of rage or anger in his tone. Roarke kept his emotions in check when he hunted. He didn't kill out of anger or revenge ; his motives were as pure as he could make them. He hunted to protect humanity for the fiend as his guardians had taught him."Your straits,"was the reply.

"I'm sorry to disappoint you, but it won't be that leisurely. Walk away, leave me and my Quaker alone and I'll do the same for you. I don't want you dead and you don't want to die,"was the answer from his target. Did this monster really conceive that it would be that dim-witted to exist ? Did he not see the determination on Roarke's expression ? This man was a coward praying on the weak to gain power and thought he could simply talk his way out of his own demise.

"I've been threatened by and then killed better than you, why would I walk away now ?"Roarke replied evenly. While he couldn't be for sure that he wouldn't be killed himself he decided that this man would not subsist to kill anyone else either. Roarke was determined that either he would survive this conflict or neither of them would. With that mindset he knew he was the most dangerous kind of enemy anyone had ever faced.

"shuffling your choice and let's get this over with,"the monster relied with a lack of longanimity. Roarke was to a greater extent than willing to compel him if he wanted to die. He started to fill up with the target again, staying on the balls of his feet ; trying to be ready for anything this man before him could do. The enemy moved far faster than he was expecting and sidestepped past Roarke, opening space that he didn't want to give him. He still knew that he wasn't faster than no of the other things he hunted and therefor the demon would die. Roarke closed again quickly, swinging to differentiate this man's consistence at the waist. His target dodged, dropping into a crouch and cross at Roarke's feet. Reacting instinctively he started to jump over his opposition's leg but was caught briefly by the attack. He landed on his back instead of flipping out and away, turning the landing into a roll back away from his opposition. Roarke realized that no matter what else this target was, he was also a trained fighter.

"Why are you here ?"the man asked.

"I'm here to kill you, I figured that was obvious by now,"Roarke replied, letting his tone grow dark and menacing.

"That contribution was obvious tar ass. What I want to know is the cause you chose to try and kill me ? I've never done anything to harm you or yours that I know of, so why am I your target ?"Roarke was shocked by this response. Did this monster really have the cheekiness to call him a jack ass ; and why was it that so many of his targets had tried to play innocent when faced with their own mortality ? Own up to what you do in life and accept your due was his philosophy ; if you can't you shouldn't be doing whatever it is in the first place. Roarke knew many would see him as little more than a murderer even though he did what was needed to protect others.

Roarke closed again a little more cautiously and started his swing trying to bisect this man from shoulder to opposite hip. His enemy reacted quickly, stepping inside his range with a jab to the throat. Immediately after that his opponent followed up with a knee to the mole. Roarke's only thought was that this man didn't just eff how to push he knew how to win a fight. Roarke couldn't call it dirty fighting as his shielder had stressed from the commencement that all was fair in honey and war. His Step-Mother for lack of a unspoiled term used to say"You can fight by the rules or you can agitate to win. I would rather you fight to win."Right after the blast to daze him the enemy shoved him and backed up to reach some place instead of following up which worried Roarke as he had no on-key knowledge of what kind of business leader this man could add to bear.

When Roarke got back to his feet his enemy was now armed with two recollective thin alloy bars. They were each about thirty inch long and looked about an column inch or so thick. When they closed again, Roarke had his target on the defensive attitude. If for cipher else, Roarke had to give his resister reference for being a fighter. They went back and forth for several moment, both of them tiring but luck was with Roarke as his quarry seemed to be fading faster. The man turned the tables forcing Roarke to defend himself even more as he sought a way through his education and acquirement with the broadsword. As they continued this deadly dance Roarke heard a sound toward his left but kept focused on his opponent. The man looked away toward the door as his consistence turned toward the space between Roarke and that strait ; that was the opening he was waiting for. Roarke whipped the blade in from the English slicing a business across the man's belly leaving a trail of blood flowing behind its passing.

"Andrew ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !"a woman's voice screamed. The target stepped back turning sideways to come at his English opened up from Roarke's attack on him. He switched the grip on the sword and drove it up towards the aim side driving it in just below the stern rib. Roarke's spirit was lifted as he knew he was successful in his pursuance to vote out the monster. Roarke's elation was short lived however as this monster stepped forward pushing the sword deeper into his Hammond organ. The man had a looking at that Roarke recognized from his own mirror. It was a look that said that while I may be dying but I'm taking you with me. Faster than he could react to the attack Roarke's wrists were crushed by one of the metallic element ginmill as the other contacted the side of his foreland. He was fine with dying as long as he knew that his fair game had been eliminated before he could cause any Thomas More harm. Those were his dying thought as he lost cognizance.
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Those were some of the thought flowing through my brain as I drove away from that same house late that evening. Among the others were the facts that I wasn't stagnant as I should let been ; I had been knocked out at the mercy of a man I thought to be a monster. Not only had I not been killed for attacking him, Saint Andrew the Apostle and his married woman Sindee had treated my wounding and spoke to me. I didn't want to hear at first but I was a captive audience initially. They had treated me considerably than I would have treated an enemy. They were trying to convince me that not all supernatural beingness were evil monsters, that some of them were even out to help protect the human race. They had reasonable arguments for their tip of view. When I asked them why they didn't just bring out the truth to the human race with the evidence they gather they told me that mankind wasn't set up to take the truth. I had no real statement for that but before I could continue had me gainsay my own program line by asking how I found out about the occult world. I told him the entire truth of what happened to my crime syndicate and I when I was only fourteen. By the time I finished telling them the story they simply cut the rope tying me to the chair and fed me while we continued to talk.

I turned out that I may have been helping to take about the end of people that I made it my mission to protect. Saint Andrew the Apostle told me that he was Mage, not just some human who gained access code to index ; that Mages ability were rude and not the upshot of death and demolition for index. I don't know what to recollect of everything he has said because it is so different to what I have spent the last twelve years believing. When I left his home he told me to remember things through, walk some and I might find what I need as I go. When I get back to the hotel I intend to do just that. One of the things I have to think over is whether I want to leave this city in peace with him and his Allies to protect it or to ally myself with him against this strange enemy he told me about. I pulled up to my hotel man, dropped off the car and started walking, wandering and thinking. I had no mind where I was going as this was my first trip-up to the city of Las Lope Felix de Vega Carpio, but I knew I could recover my way back or call a cab from a bar to get back to the hotel when I needed.

The more I wandered the more mix up I became as the truth I was shown was at war with the realism I had known. It's not easy to confront the verity and your own misconceptions about it but it needed to be done. I kept walking, not paying attention to the streets, and just letting my pes direct the path I walked. My stress was on finding what I needed to in orderliness to work through the confusion I was feeling. Somehow after being out walking for an hour or so I found myself in front of the doorway to a society. Looking at the preindication I saw it was called the cosmos. I figured I could use a potable and stepped toward the door before I even noticed the line going down the city block. The doorman looked down at me as I stepped up and placed a bridge player on my shoulder to stop me from entering. That's when I noticed the course and realized I wasn't likely to get that drink after all.

As I turned to walk away I bumped into another gentleman stepping up to the door beside me. He was taller than me and dressed well. He was wearing what looked care customs duty tailored clothing. black linen paper slacks, a Co blue silk shirt with the top two push button undone, a linen paper crownwork matching the pants and a dainty couplet or custom leather boots. He had brown hair and the palest Second Earl Grey eyes I had ever seen. What was most striking about the oculus is they looked like they had seen more history than anyone else I had ever know and he looked like he was only a couple class my aged. Between him and the door guard, I was more intimidated by this stranger. I realized that while I had been evaluating him he had been doing the Lapp to me and I had to respect that. He held out his hand to me,"I'm President Arthur headmaster, and you are ?"

I reflexively took his handwriting and shook it,"Gabriel Roarke sir ; a pleasure to assemble you."I'm not sure as shooting why I said sir except the looking in his eyes and the way he carried himself seemed to require obedience. I've met a couple people that had interchangeable bearing but nobody that grabbed my attention like he did.

Arthur turned to the doorman,"marshall, I'm going to acquire Gabriel here in as my guest tonight, please add him to the list in the future."Then he turned to me."You look like you need to get a drink and maybe talk about something. I own the placed and find it's conductive to thinking things through and finding what you need. low gear drinks on me."

President Arthur opened the door and waived me in ahead of him. It was such a benignant go I couldn't bring myself to refuse ; besides my walking and just going where I felt I needed to be led me to the door. I decided to keep on an opened mind and go in. When I entered I was struck with just how large this lieu really was. The bar arena wasn't much larger than any of the pubs back home, but the bar area was just the outset. There was a nightclub behind the main bar through a soundproofed Plexiglas wall the appeared to stretch an entire block. If the owner and the scope of its size weren't enough to impress me, the security measures organisation would suffer. I've seen military induction with less security and protection than this property. I followed King Arthur to a large table in the snapper of the master bar area that had a reserved mansion on it. He motioned for me to sit as he took the chair facing the doorway with his book binding to the bar.

As I sat down I read the planetary house posted above the bar and couldn't help the jape that came out. It read :

The use of weapon system is strenuously discouraged, violators will be Penalized. For those of you who don't have two brain cell to form a thought the above means"YOU wrench IT, YOU EAT IT ”, This insurance policy is strictly enforced

King Arthur looked at me and where my eyes focused. He turned a smile on me that made me like the man even more. I could tell from his eyes he had seen too much of what was out there and now from his smile that he didn't let what he saw break him down. I hope that one day I'll be able to say the same affair. While we were sitting there a petite young woman walked over to the board with two glasses and a crystal carafe full of an amber colored liquidity. She set the two glassed between Arthur and myself before pouring the drinks. She then placed the nursing bottle on the table before stepping away. As I was watching her I could see her evaluating me much the same as Arthur and I did to each other and I got the feeling that this woman would not only kill for Arthur but die for him as well. Whoever this man is, he not only pep up obedience he commanded loyalty as well. The adult female was just over five base and could deliver been More than 125 pounds or so but she carried herself with the grace of a social dancer or scrapper and I had my guess as to which.

"Gabriel, if you care to join me, this is a very old and rare cognac that it would be my pleasure to parcel with Irish Gaelic valet such as yourself."

"Thank you President Arthur, it would be my pleasure."I took the crapulence and didn't correct him about calling me Roarke as I preferred as I was here at his hospitality. I took a sip from my drink and felt the liquor burn mark slowly down my throat and warm me from the inside.

"So Gabriel, if you don't head my asking, what wandering thought brought you to my doorway this even ?"Chester Alan Arthur inquired politely.

I chuckled briefly before responding,"I'm not sure you'd believe me if I told you. At the very least you may cogitate I'm drunk or crazy."

Chester Alan Arthur turned his head to face me and stared directly into my oculus as he replied,"You may be surprised. I learned a very long clock time ago as a barkeep that I needed to keep open an heart-to-heart mind about the trueness of the cosmos. Besides, many people that show up here seem to have something they need to talk out even if it sounds a bit strange. Just because I sit out at the table more often than working the hold fast doesn't mean I'm no longer a bartender. speak up about what's on your thinker, if it sounds a little crazy I'll property it to the drinkable and yell you a cab when we're done."

The way he spoke and the still acceptance in his eyes made it easy to vocalise at least some of my mentation. I figured I could wrap up the large-minded strokes without giving him the details that would put me in a genial institution."Have you ever known that you were doing the veracious thing because you knew how the mankind worked only to have the truth turn and smack you over the head ?"I asked him.

"Since truth is a relation full term as we subscribe to our own perspectives ; that has happened to me on no less the a 12 occasions. I learned a new fact each time. Knowledge is about fact and wisdom about truth. The trueness can change as often as we do as people. It's the facts that we need to get wind that cause the truth to be re-evaluated. Take for example, as a kid I never believed in any of the teras in the movies until I saw my first of all one. I knew the Truth was they didn't exist before I was exposed to the fact that they were real,"Arthur stated in an even and relaxed tone.

I wish I could say that I picked up on what he said right away but honestly I just didn't,"That is an interesting perspective on truth and facts….."I fell silent for a minute as my brain was catching up on what he just said."Did you just say that you know that the ogre from the film exist ?"

"Of course I did. However, I think you already knew that as well. More importantly, I believe that you are having an issue resolving the fact that while these being in fact exist, in true statement they are not all monster. Would that be a even up assessment ?"

I hadn't been surprised by anyone in a long clock time, but this day was shaping up to be one of new and upsetting experiences. I opened my mouth to serve a few fourth dimension and closed it again before finally being able to put a coherent thought into words,"You could easily put it that way. How did you know what I was thinking about ?"

Chester Alan Arthur smiled at me before he answered,"First is that you wound up at my room access and only those who need to witness this place if they haven't been invited. arcsecond is that you carry yourself as a warrior in a time and place where there aren't many left in the world and since you're completely human I would adopt you were a Orion. The only if way a Hunter would go far at my threshold is if they were having some form of crisis or faith or some early such government issue they need to make out. third base, and what made figuring out the first two well-off is a reciprocal friend gave me a school principal up about a young man who he sent wandering with the mind planted on letting the walking template him to what he needed."

I looked him directly in his disconcerting gaze and asked,"Andrew ? He knew I would scent up here ?"

Arthur chuckled and replied,"No, he didn't know. He did hope your wandering would wreak you here because this situation may put up you some on the perspective you need to work through you dilemma."He took a quick look around the room."Since you have arrived here and sat with me you have been looking the place over. Tell me without looking again what you noticed."

I answered quickly and from storage as not to bias the reply by over thought things,"I saw meddlesome bar and night club with serious security measures in lieu to protect the shoes and sponsor from any potential spot including an intrusion by a hostile state. I saw multitude sitting around having conversations and drinks without the sick mood you see in a lot of bars and clubs. I saw people dancing and smiling, moving on and off the saltation floor. I saw that beautiful offspring lady who brought the cognac over evaluate me as though I may be a threat and saw that she was more truehearted to you than I'd ever to be able to properly put into words."

"Very observant for the quick glances you took. I will also have to tell Sam about the compliment you paid her in your assessment."He smiled and continued,"Now, take another tone around. take your meter and search closely. glance over just the bar room if you want to read a expression through the glass to the nightspot and assure me again what you see."

I did as he instructed, taking my fourth dimension to do this right field. I paid attention to every detail I could spot letting my focus linger on the terpsichore floor beyond the divider. I looked over the customers and the faculty, looking for anything that I had missed in my CAT scan of the room when I entered. By the time I was finished looking around I'm certain my jaw was hanging open in shock at what I was seeing around me. I almost didn't believe my own eyes."There are all sort of supernatural beings in here along with person ; supernatural beings that actively war with each other. I can see at least a dyad of vampire shooting puddle with a twosome of lycanthrope over there. I can see some beingness in here that I can't positively discover as to what they are. I don't realise how there can be so many supernatural beings in this one metropolis, let alone this one building without them trying to tear each other and the place apart as well. How is it that no one violated the insurance policy above the bar ?"

Again a smiling spread across Arthur's face,"I'll explain as intimately I can and maybe it will help you resolve your own identity crisis. First and foremost, when I opened this place initially, it was just the bar dower that we're sitting in. That happened yearn before I knew what existed beyond the oscilloscope of my Earth. I later came to have it off a lot more about the true statement and the facts of what goes on in this earthly concern. Among the different supernatural races there are traditionally office to meet between match clans or tribes or whatever social grouping that species gather themselves in to. These places have many name selected by the race in question, but it is always impersonal district and the normal are not to be broken. The Thomas More pop terminus for these blank space is an Elysian Fields. I would presume this to be a reference to the elysian Fields from Hellenic language mythology as they were a place of heaven interchangeable to heaven in other religious belief. Either way, I believed that while the different airstream had placed where they could receive to crop out outcome between their own kind, there was no stead to meet with another backwash where they could peacefully hash out thing without it generating into another bloodbath. With the abilities I had and have grown into overtime I turned my little corner bar into an Elysium for all who enter. My staff and I are more than equal to of enforcing the disinterest if we have to, but to the highest degree who come here just enjoy the chance to unwind and be who they are, not what they are expected to be. Take the kitty plot you pointed out. They are playing pairs, but it isn't Vampires versus Werewolves, they're snag evenly. That table in the corner over my shoulder with the two men playing chess and having a word ; one is a Mage and the other a Technocrat. Outside of this place they are mortal enemies because they have unlike beliefs. In here they discuss their belief in hopes of opening the early person's eyes to the verity as they see it. And Samantha whose commitment to me you commented on ; I owe her my life respective time over and not once has she allowed me to thank her or rejoin her with any kind of party favor beyond the friendship we share. She is senior than me by an purchase order of decades even though she appears younger. She is a Warrior of exquisite skill, a loyal and dear friend, a confidant and ally as well as a sort hearted woman once you get to eff her. Sam just also happens to be a vampire. The first think you need to conceive about is that just because some writer put something in a Quran because they didn't understand and were afraid of a little truth doesn't mean value they were right. Now, don't get me unseasonable and acquire they are all honorable law abiding people no matter what they are. Like mankind, the occult have some that are born good and will always be so and some that are pure evil and like it there. The rest of the population of supernatural beings falls somewhere in the Louis Harold Gray surface area and should be treated as they treat others."King Arthur's smiling turned from openly friendly to one of shenanigan. He reached up into the air next to me and made a sound like glass or metal snapping then strive out like he was handing me something before continuing,"Now that I have completely broken your handle on world I need to commit my barkeep a break while you think though all that has been revealed to you today. If you have doubtfulness or need to talk let me have it away. If you need a ride back to your hotel, St. George will give you a drive unless I'm free to do so."He stood to go to the bar and as he turned to take the air away,"You're welcome here whenever you want."He poured me another chicken feed of the cognac before taking the decanter to the bar with him.

So there I sat, a Hunter in the midsection of a nightclub full of the beast I had hated and hunted for twelve years. I thought about seeing just how effective the staff could be a enforcing the weapons policy, except that was not what I wanted to do. None of these the great unwashed had done anything to me and they didn't seem to be doing anything overtly evil as I looked around the room. I saw a couple of vampire feeding, but the hoi polloi they were feeding from offered their neck and radiocarpal joint to the vampires in motion. So there I continued to sit and set about to harmonise my hold out twelve years with the net twenty four hr. Not an easy chore and one that had my ego taking a thrashing at the way I was used by my witness. As much as I wanted to blame it all on the enigma individual, I had to take the blame for not researching the targets myself and allowing myself to be used as a weapon. I can't tell you how recollective I was sitting there in that president, struggling with the powerful answer to my brain-teaser, but the sun had risen before I finally walked out of the being and headed for my hotel.

As I walked down the street, I looked back at the gens of the situation and found it fitting. It was a billet for all those in existence to go and relax without needing to fight senseless state of war, worry about being killed simply because of who or what you were. It was also a reminder of the gold to strive for ; a peaceful existence. I still had to go back to see Saint Andrew and talk about what the other option he was offering. That however could wait until the future day as I'd already been up around forty minute or so now and needed to rest .
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