Chapter 13: Other Side

Edge of the city.

Dark warehouse, common place for those who want to be discreet. 

Orion wasn't.

He groaned. Screamed in lingering pain and anger. His arms swung about, knocking old boxes and crates off of one another. The fur on his body thickened, and his size increased to around eight feet tall.

"FUCK! FUCK FUCK FUCK!" He lurched forward and smashed part of the brick wall that connected to an old office.

The Father watched him. His body mutated, shifted to a more human appearance. He was still tall, but his head was hairless now, and skin a deep brown. Limbs that of a human's, but teeth still somewhat abnormally sharp.

He understood Orion's frustration. They were so close to their goal, and if Takabi hadn't interfered, they would be breeding a powerful army for the Goddess. They needed more foot soldiers since the Fallen Angel's little group murdered most of them in the past few months. They were an increasing problem, and if things continued, the Goddess would have to step in.

That would truly be the end for all, The Father thought, tapping his fingers against his bicep frantically.

While he had no care for humans or mortal life in the universe in general, the Goddess' coming would mean all fall. She'd kill, and kill, and kill until she was satisfied. Such is her nature.

As of now, the Angel Girston has kept her sedated, sealed in a sense. She doesn't crave complete murder, but she craves freedom from her current limitations.

The Father met the Goddess once before. When he first joined, he saw this tiny, frail old woman in a black robe, eyes shut and skin pale, laying against a table with her arms out at her sides. The veins were open, but no blood was oozing. A thin light was around her, sustaining her, keeping her together. Girston supplied that spell, something to ensure she couldn't move without his will.

The Angel was there that day, as well as a teenage boy. The boy himself wore a mask, so not much could be said about his face. He was large for one that age, and extremely physically disfigured. His arms kept pulsating, shrinking then growing. Whatever he was, or was turning into, it looked as if his body was rejecting him.

The Father didn't know much, and despite the dangerous air those three gave off, he saw the Kult as a chance to spread his blood, and cultivate his creatures. Orion joined a few days after the Father, and they decided to partner up.

Shine is their target. The girl has special blood.

She calls to them both, weakens their reason, which is something only those capable of handling their DNA and creating a newborn can do. They sense who's worthy, and find it difficult to stay composed.

"FUCK!" Orion yelled, throwing an old desk through the window downstairs. "I can't fucking take this shit anymore! Let me go find the bitch and drag her back!" He dropped to his knees and held his arms. He felt the overwhelming lust building. "I need that whore!"

"Take it easy, Orion. In time. We can't afford to go after that girl as long as that other one is behind her, see?" The Father stood from where he was and hopped from the second floor, landing softly on the floor and taking a few steps ahead. "You wouldn't be strong enough to defeat him. It'd be a one sided slaughter."

"I'm a goddamn Demon Wolf! Like hell I can't win! HE can't kill what he can't keep up with." Orion's voice eased and he looked up at the Father. "I'll blitz him."

"You can't. Speed advantage or not. Lack of power is what will get you killed." He touched his chin. "Although… We can change that, if you're willing to have patience." The Father touched Orion's shoulder.

The wolf stiffened, his yellow eyes glowing brightly and a howl escaping his throat.

"I'll lend you some of my power. This should be enough," The Father said.

Orion clenched his fists, his howls of pain turning to laughter. "If you had this much juice, what stopped you from killing the bastard before?!"

"It wasn't the right time to have a battle with him. Now. Now will be the time." The Father looked at the window, counting the hours from the shade of orange of the sun. "Tomorrow. Strike her at her school. Whether or not he's there, he won't be able to save her AND everyone else."