Angel's behavior must be checked. From thepowerplayers
Angel's attitude was quite confounding. I had known him for a long time, but what I had never seen, even in his most desperate of moods, was an ineffectual, apathetic approach when it came to the innocent dying on his streets.
The news of a Boritz demon killing young Stacy Bluth, who was the fourth so to die at this creature's hands, if my intel was accurate, was a red flag to me, and I expected the same from Angel, but instead, he simply waved it off as if those dying on the streets weren't humans, but were rather...sheep.
My frustration and aggravation were certainly palpable. Fred's being taken from me was something that I would never fully recover from, but what sustained me, was the hope that we would bury the Senior Partners, and this place, brick by brick. It was the only reason that I bothered to get out of bed these days, and I hoped that Illyria, would help with that, which was why, and because I still held that parts of Fred were within her, that I allowed myself to remain so close to her.
I opened a template, hoping to find some source that would lead me to Senator Brucker's reason for being here, thinking about all that had gone wrong, thinking about Angel's apathy towards humans that he used to swear to protect, and thinking about Illyria's taking of Fred's form when the Burkle's were here and how much that affected me and how I had reacted to her since. I regretted treating her with such disdain, now, for we needed her to eventually stop the evil from being in this city, which meant ruining the firm that we were running.
I opened the template, and asked for all information on Senator Brucker that could be found, but instead, I was told that I was looking in the wrong place. I thought to myself, okay, what am I looking for, and then, eventually, a circle formed in the book and I studied it. It looked oddly familiar, but there were so many symbols that meant something bad, that it was hard to differentiate it from something else. In fact, as I looked at it, and it's thorn-like breaches jutting off of the circle, nothing came to mind.
As I studied it further, it disappeared, and as I closed the book and reopened it on the exact same page, it was gone, and this time, permanently. I drew it on a piece of scrap paper and decided to look it up, using the templates, or something else, if need be.
The news of a Boritz demon killing young Stacy Bluth, who was the fourth so to die at this creature's hands, if my intel was accurate, was a red flag to me, and I expected the same from Angel, but instead, he simply waved it off as if those dying on the streets weren't humans, but were rather...sheep.
My frustration and aggravation were certainly palpable. Fred's being taken from me was something that I would never fully recover from, but what sustained me, was the hope that we would bury the Senior Partners, and this place, brick by brick. It was the only reason that I bothered to get out of bed these days, and I hoped that Illyria, would help with that, which was why, and because I still held that parts of Fred were within her, that I allowed myself to remain so close to her.
I opened a template, hoping to find some source that would lead me to Senator Brucker's reason for being here, thinking about all that had gone wrong, thinking about Angel's apathy towards humans that he used to swear to protect, and thinking about Illyria's taking of Fred's form when the Burkle's were here and how much that affected me and how I had reacted to her since. I regretted treating her with such disdain, now, for we needed her to eventually stop the evil from being in this city, which meant ruining the firm that we were running.
I opened the template, and asked for all information on Senator Brucker that could be found, but instead, I was told that I was looking in the wrong place. I thought to myself, okay, what am I looking for, and then, eventually, a circle formed in the book and I studied it. It looked oddly familiar, but there were so many symbols that meant something bad, that it was hard to differentiate it from something else. In fact, as I looked at it, and it's thorn-like breaches jutting off of the circle, nothing came to mind.
As I studied it further, it disappeared, and as I closed the book and reopened it on the exact same page, it was gone, and this time, permanently. I drew it on a piece of scrap paper and decided to look it up, using the templates, or something else, if need be.