Zeitgeist Shadows

He stood, still and unmoving, waiting, this was the part he savoured the part before the kill the time when he could imagine it all in his head, the only movement from him was the claws sliding from his hand, as hard as steel a gifts of the wolf father.

His eyes opened at the sounds of gunfire, he grinned the fight had started, he held his arm out to hold back the pack of Fenrir with him `Hold, I know you all want to go kill things, so do I, but we have to wait, that glowing guy Thad says we have important work later’

He stood and waited watching the explosions and listening to the sounds, it sounded to him as if they were winning but he couldn’t really see to the front too many people in the way, then the largest chunk of rock he’d ever seen came crashing from the sky and the army was gone, the devastation almost total, where once there were thousands there were barely hundreds.

`Bloody hell’ the bishop proclaimed as he saw the thing turn towards them, it was a thing of knightmares, a thing to haunt the dreams of predators, looking around people, wolves and rats were fleeing, he considered the same but the realisation was upon him, there was no running from this.

He turned to the Garou beside him `I know none of you like me, I know you all want to kill me’ the pack sniggered and one stepped forward saying `Indeed we do, so why don’t we do it now’ Alex grinned `Well I’ll make a deal once we kill that’ pointing to what seemed like the centre of the mass of tentacles and psuedopodi `you can all have a free shot at me’ he turned and started moving towards the beast the pack followed.

As he closed upon the beast `Sabbat Charge’ he screamed as he and the fenrir closed. He noted with a smile that they had responded, Nikolai as always faithful to the last a Kindred sired to be a templar if ever there was, Ellen not someone he would ever see as a friend but was the ultimate pinnacle of what it was to be Sabbat, Then the SFS the Archbishop and his pack once he thought they might be enemies but the challenge over Jack had somehow forged a bond between them stronger than the vinculam a devotion of choice rather than enforced. There were others but he did not know who they were, they were not Sabbat so he did not need names.

The darkness swung at him and the wolves were gone, just a handful remained, he felt a moment of regret he’d almost liked the Fenrir. Then he stopped as a wall of sun surrounded the band, it didn’t last long as the wyrm moved through it, but long enough for him to feel a tap from the archbishop, and he saw the wound that Pints had delivered and he knew what he had to do, if he could claw his way through to the heart of the Wyrm he could stop it, fate was on him his time at hand he charged.

His claws came out removing chunks of what he did not know, all he knew was that he was winning the beast was trying to strike him, so he must be right, he dug, he clawed, he ripped, if it moved it was his to destroy. He was the ultimate predator he was perfect he would kill the wyrm, take its head and shove it into the face of that smarmy Italian who had dared question him the week before, he could have the antideluvians Alex’s prize was greater.