Zanatos RPs

A morning of normalcy

June 17th, 2008
6:45 am EST
The Brotherhood of the Fallen's Training Compound

Zantatos smiles to himself as he contemplates his debut in the world of Global Extreme Wrestling. He had won his debut match and in such a way that his opponent Troy Gafgen would no longer be gracing the company's halls. But ironically the company had then been given a week off. A week that Darian Manson used to return to the Brotherhood of the Fallen's training compound. A visit that can only be described as pained pleasure without a regret in the world.

He had come to realize that he had learned the secret that only a handful in the Brotherhood knew. A secret that be even know elevated him above so many others in the ranks of the guild's trained assassins. It was that secret that he would cherish until he exited the Brotherhood in the only way a member could, by dying. Once a member had taken their final test death was the only way out.

Yet Zanatos didn't mind that in the least bit. No, he revealed in it. The Brotherhood was a family that was closer than most on the outside world. All one had to do was call for help when the water got too deep and if could be given help would come in the form of several fellow members. All in all this was the life that Zanatos had been trained up for. He had been an orphan when they had found him on the steps of the Brotherhood's orphanage. He had been one of those children who had been forgotten by the outside world. A child who had no clue whose only parents were the twin principles of Vigilance and Honor.

There had been no record of who had given him life. And with out such a record one had been crafted him. He become one of the world's shadows. The Brotherhood of the Fallen had shaped him into the man he was today. And what a man that was. He was a man who had attracted the attentions of the order's leader. The current leader of the Brotherhood who was none other than a woman. And the Father of the Brotherhood of the Fallen's identity was one of the order's top secrets.

And it was a secret that Zanatos had been given freely only moments before a lust filled initiation into the desires and whims of the Brotherhood of the Fallen's leader. It was to be the start of their relationship. A relationship that could only happen in secret.

It was the morning after a dalliance between our intrepid hero and his mistress that this tale begins in earnest. Zanatos had just woken up and was leaning back on his elbow watching his sleeping girlfriend. The slow rise and fall of her breasts made him remember the night before and the hellcat that was contained in the sleeping form next to him. With a smile he reaches up to trace the claw marks on his chest that had been left behind by her extreme passion.

He would never really know what had caused her to fall from him but deep down he wondered if it would last. He hoped it would but he knew that he wasn't of a rank to have earned the privilege he had been given. He wondered how long it would be until he met his end. With a soft sight he pushes those thoughts aside and he finds himself staring at her sleeping face. Her long black hair laying like a ruffle halo around her head and the red ever stay lipstick on her lips. He mocha colored skin making her an image of perfection.

He looks over at the clock and smirks slightly as he sees that it was only 6:45 in the morning. The pair had only had about two hours of sleep and the had been stolen from the jaws of passion and orgasmic bliss. After a moment Darian slips out of the bed and quietly positions her wrists and ankles so that he could gently tie them to the bed posts. The red silk sheets contrast beautifully with her skin and match the shade of her bed nail polish.

He moves slowly and tenderly taking about fifteen minutes to manage this simple task. He was moving slowly and was trying to prevent her from waking up on him. Once she was secured to the be he slides off of the bed and sneaks out of the room.

Moments later the smell of cooking bacon and eggs wafts through the apartment and most importantly the room. The faint sound of Zanatos whistling echoes through out the room as the scene shifts away from the image of the bound sleeping angel in his bed.

In the few minutes it had taken for him to start cooking breakfast Zanatos has slipped on a pair of black boxers. Over all he seems to have way too much spunk for 7:05 am. As he pan flips the omelet he smirks to himself and realizes that this was almost more than he was entitled to in life.

"Bless me Father for I have sinned."

He checks the coffee pot and smiles as he finishes brewing. Things were almost perfect.

"My Father who art in Heaven."

With an innate grace about him he moves around the table setting each side with a chef's omelette complete with onion, mushrooms, bacon, and bell peppers.

"Hallowed be thy name."

A plate of golden brown wheat toast and a glass of orange juice join the plate on the table.

"Thy kingdom come."

With a quite step he moves to the coffee pot and smiles slghtly to himself as he pours two cups and then brings them back to the table.

"Thy will be done on earth as it is Heaven."

He makes sure the table is set and smiles to himself and chuckles softly before stepping back to the bedroom.

"Give me this day my daily bread and forgive me my trespasses as I forgive those who trespass against me."

Darian smiles as he stops in the door way to his bedroom and sees that she was still sleeping. As he watches he finishes the litany.

"For thine is the glory and honor in the highest, Amen."

He steps into the room and moves silently to the bed. Once there he looks down at the spread eagled form of the Brotherhood of the Fallen's highest personage and smirks knowing that he held her in check for at least the moment. With a set of slow motions he unbinds her wrists and ankles and then leans up to kiss her softly. As he kisses her awake his thoughts drift to an irony of life.

That she was the first woman to show him what it meant to be a man and the cold irony of it was that he knew when if she got bored with him he would cease to exist. He truly would become a shadow. And there was nothing he could do to stop it if such a choice was made. In fact the first he would know of such a decision was the knife blade between the ribs.

For a moment his thoughts chilled him to the bone then he takes a deep breath realizing that such thinking was premature and unwarranted for the current moment. With a smirk he finds red blind fold and ties it around her eyes as she starts to stir. Still groggily she whispers.

"Darian you had better have a good reason for this."

Her question brought a smile to his lips. Even out of it and running on tired fumes she was still beautiful. And not just in the fuck me and come back from more sense either. No hers was a genuine inner beauty that made him wonder how she had gotten to the top of such a blood thirsty organization. Well that was really was a puzzle for another day. A puzzle that in truth was best left untouched.

"Take a sniff of the air Darling and tell me what you smell."

As he waits for her to take a sniff of the air he smiles to himself and helps her to her feet. Once on her feet he licks his lips slightly and slips a bathrobe over her as she answers him.

"Well I know you mean other than you Darian. So besides you I smell the scent of bacon and eggs, toast and fresh coffee. And thank you for the robe."

Darian leads the way to the kitchen and pulls out a seat for her. Once she was seated he slides it back in then moves away to turn on the radio so it played the faint sounds of a Beethoven concert. With that he moves to remove her blindfold. Once the blindfold was removed he moves to sit across from her.

"And it would appear that I was once again correct Darian."

"Well you do have a well defined sense of smell Darling."

As Darian adds sugar and creamer to his coffee he hears her giggle faintly at his comment and smirks slightly. It again made him wonder why she had chosen him. But he knew that to ask would break the fragile relationship that they were nurturing. In truth she was enjoying this even more than he was. He treated her as a woman and not as some high ranking figure on a pedestal. It was surprisingly lonesome at the top of the mountain and Darian had reminded her what it was to be alive again. And that was a feeling she was not going to reliquish without a fight.

As the pair eat they both reflect on their pasts and their futures. He she had told him her past he would have marveled at how much the pair had in common. Yet she couldn't allow anyone that close. Already she was taking a risk opening up to this Zanatos, the Angel of Death. That was the name her Darian had chosen to be his call sign and soon enough he would life up to it. For each name and persona took on a life of it own. It had been several decades since this one had been used but now it again walked the world. And it had a legacy to live up to, and as the Father of the Fallen she had to give him a few test missions to see if his skill was up to it but of that she had no doubt. After all she did know him intimately, in some ways she knew him better than he knew himself.

"What can I say Darian. Once must use their advantages to their fullest. Keep that in mind Zanatos, my Angel of Death."

The rest of the high protein meal was eaten in the silence as the pair of lovers and fellow assassins sat deep in thoughts of their of ponderings. Thoughts that had to do with themselves and the possible futures that could await them. After all the plates were empty Darian moves to stand up and clears the table quickly. He does the dishes and sets them to dry before turning back to look at temptress that had found her way to him.

His jaw drops as he sees her laying naked on the table propped up on her elbows watch him. So much for having a non perverse thought for the rest of the morning. With a grin he steps forward letting his boxers fall to his ankle before he steps out of them. As he reaches the table he kneels down and kisses her inner thighs then runs his tongue over her moist lower lips. As he does the sound she makes in the back of her throat can best be described as the bastard child cross between a growl and a purr.

Darian just grins to himself as he continues to lick at her nether lips causing her to make the most amazing sounds of pleasure without his so much as filling her with his tongue. After about a half an hour of his teasing licks and sucking nibbles to her engorged flesh he finally gives her relief by thrusting his rigid tongue deep inside of her depths as his finger caress her stomach.

Back to business

June 17th, 2008
11:45 am EST
The Brotherhood of the Fallen's Training Compound

Several hours later and myriad living surfaces later the pair are curled up naked on the couch each worn out by the mornings escapades. A morning that would if nothing else etch itself into their memories as one of the best ever enjoyed by either of them.

"So Zanatos are you ready for your first mission?"

"Well truthfully I am nervous and afraid I will fuck it up."

A moment of silence passes between them as she ponders what if anything she can say to make him feel any better. After a moment she just kisses his cheek and smiles at him. He would have to find his own method of coping with the deaths. But in the end each of deaths would unseat a major world evil. Hell just weeks ago in a raid totally unrelated to the Brotherhood, thank god above, a child slavery and pornography ring had been uncovered. That was the mark of a truly fucked up set of individuals. So far the Brotherhood had been able to keep many such groups out of business but as the Empire of Blood had shown not all of them were eradicated before they started.

"Darian I know the feeling and I as much as I want to offer you some sage advice I can't. You have to get through this one on your own and sadly there is nothing I can do to help you through it. So as much as I want to stay snuggled up with you I can't. I need to get back to work. On my way out I will leave the information for your job on the table."

She slips out of his arms and moves across the room like a hunting cat. Her very movements causing him to shiver slightly as a moment later the sound of the shower running is heard. Deep down he knew she was right but on the surface it sort of stung. But she was right until he had gotten through his first job she couldn't do a damn thing for him. He had to feel and cope with the blood on his hands in his own way. And nobody else could ease that burden. As he hears the shower end he stands up and heads to the kitchen. As he takes a drink of water while looking out the window he hears the whisper of silk rubbing against silk followed by the soft sound of manila envelope being set on the table. As he turns he smiles to himself seeing red dressed back side of his boss and lover depart his apartment.

Darian waits until the door to his apartment closes with a faint latch then smiles to himself as he heads over to the table to check his assignment. He picks up the manila envelope and smile to himself as he smells the faint scent of her jasmine perfume and then grins to himself slightly before opening the envelope. He pulls our the packet of information and looks it over. On the top was the newest Global Extreme Wrestling card. His match had been circled. Taking a quick look he sighs to himself and shakes his head. His second match was against James Magnum.

So they had decided to up the ante on him and have him face someone with a back bone. Now this was going to be an interesting challenge. This was going to be a week full of challenges and yet Darian Manson, the man know to the fans and wrestling world as Zanatos, The Angel of Death, was merely excited. He wasn't the faintest bit scared of the repercussions of his impending actions. Well maybe if he thought them through he would be but until then he had nothing to worry about, nothing to hinder his thoughts.

"All things must await their time and place. And as each is measured to is fullest its determination and classification are then found."

Zanatos slowly sets the Global Extreme Wrestling card to the side and looks at the next page in somewhat disbelief. There was no way what he was reading was correct. He takes a deep breath and begins to read the document again knowing that either he was being played or someone had fucked up majorly.

He takes another look at the paper and takes a deep breath. It just proved that just because someone had a college degree that they weren't intelligent. As he reads the packet of information he slowly gets an idea on how to make the sick bastard pay for his crimes. It truly took a sick individual to become a black market organ dealer.

As he reads Zanatos confirms the idea in his mind and instantly knows how long it would take to do the job. A job that as he read through the packet of information he takes a deep breath and sets it aside. It was now time to get this job done. Luckily there was a complete schedule and daily routine for this Doctor included in the packet. Oh how glorious this would be.

"And the Father said unto the Son. 'Watch your desires for they can poison your deepest of hearts.'"

Zanatos smiles to himself as he reaches over to grab his phone. He had to make a few phone calls before he was ready to head out.

Laying a false trail

June 17th, 2008
6:25 pm EST
Indianapolis International Airport

"Yes I am hare to get on the flight from here to Montgomery, Alabama."

Zanatos watches the woman behind the counter as she taps away at her little key board. The rata-tat-tat of her fingers on the keys sending him through a million different scenarios all involving dismantling the keyboard and putting it in places that would permanently halt the function of that keyboard. All the while though he kept a fake smile on his lips and waited for her to finish finding his ticket in the system. A ticket that had been in the system for the last six hours.

"I am sorry sir but it seems that there has been a glitch and we can't find your name in the system."

"Well have you tried BOTH Zanatos and Darian Manson?"

Darian waits as more annoying tapping ensues at the hands of this barely trained woman. After about thirty seconds of this he grits his teeth and grabs a piece of paper. On the paper he writes his name, professional name, and name of the wrestling company he currently worked for all of which were purposely misspelled. He shoves the paper under the woman's nose.

"Try these and if you can find anything send you supervisor over to the phone chairs over there or better yet have him page me."

With that Darian moves and sits down on a set of chairs several yards away carrying his one suit case with him. A suitcase that contained everything he would need. As he waits he can see the woman pressing at keys frantically. After about twenty minutes of this he sighs and gets up walking over to the near empty competitor and buys a new ticket. His cover had been set up and now he was ready to go. He wouldn't be missed on either end of the flights. This was all too easy. He had known precisely what to expect when he had wandered in and it all coming together. He had his car chartered for when he arrived in Mobile, Alabama. Oh the joys of working with a near limitless budget.

The crimes of evil men

June 20th, 2008
9:32 AM EST
Mobile Regional Airport

Now it was no easy feat to have taken more time in transit by plane then it probably would have by car but oh well it had after all been much cheaper. And that was something that had been worth the extra hours. He still had quite sometime until he had to be at the arena but for now he was his own man. And that made thing dangerous for somebody in particular. It was Friday morning and according to his target's schedule he was about to be getting to work. Oh this was going to be fun but first he had to make a phone call.

"Good morning Dearest. I just set down in Mobile. Yes I am planning on taking care of that by the end of the day. No need to have him run-in his day first off. Besides if the information is correct in about 2 hours he will be having his daily liaison with his secretary."

The thought that such knowledge brought him was priceless in a way that would liven up any room. Oh he could image his first target, the good doctor with his pants around his ankles having his knob polished as slipping in to start his punishment. After a few more minutes of catching up he closes the phone and heads to one of the local stores.

Once inside he heads strait to the nursing supply section and grabs a nondescript set of scrubs and a few other easily forgotten items. This was going to be amusing and all to easy. He would be able to sneak in and use some of the training he was given growing up and then be able to make a clean get away all because they would think he had been part of new set of nurses.

June 20th, 2008
11:15 am EST
Mobile Infirmary Medical Center

Darian Manson smiles as he pulls the rental car into the back parking lot of the Mobile Infirmary Medical Center. With a chuckle he checks his duffle bag and smirks as he pulls out the carefully created license card that would allow him employee access to the building. Oh the joys of working for secret organization. Now he had only to get inside and interrupt the likely extramarital liaison that seemed to be a daily part of the doctor's life at work. Though from the pictures one could blame him with such a bombshell working right under him.

As he slides out of the car he locks it and slips the slide card onto his head and sigh softly. Oh this was going to be a fun afternoon indeed. With a laugh he makes his way to the back and stops to talk to one of the female interns taking a smoke break. After getting directions to the locker rooms he laughs softly to himself as he slides his identification badge through the card reader and it lets him in.

He quickly makes his way through the back to the locker room using the directions given to him by the intern outside. He was almost there and the closer he got the giddier he seemed to get. He wasn't sure what it was really but the thought of embarrassing someone coupled with the fact that said person would also bartering their own guts and organs was enough to make him jump inside. And no he wasn't normally such a monster but hell dealing with a black market organ harvester was enough to turn any man into a monster.

He quickly changes into the nondescript blue scrubs he had bought less than two hours earlier and then silently checks his information and target schedule. He slips the papers back into his sock and smoothes his pants before heading out to complete his job. As he goes he takes note of how busy the back area was and moves to blend in with the crowd.

After about five minutes of walking and several elevators later he steps into the office that marked his first assassination. He looks around and shivers knowing that any one of the other interns around him could be be there to make sure this job was done. Even if that meant two bodies went to the morgue instead of one.

With a deep breath he slips into the back and looks into the doctor's office and shakes his head. As he had thought the good organ selling doctor was having his organ serviced by his receptionist. Oh well as fun as it would be to watch the proceedings it was time to step in and do this. With a deep breath Darian grabs a white lab coat and then quietly opens the lock on the door and steps inside snapping a roll of pictures.

The roll of picture was sped shot in a matter seconds without a flash to his presence away. He then slips back out of the room and knocks on the door to the office. He chuckles to himself as he hears the startled rustling from inside the office and shakes his head as he waits from the pair inside to make themselves presentable again.

The door opens and then the receptionist steps out of the room with a look of pure and utter hatred on her clear glossed plump lips. Lips that were all to evidently fuckable. Well it only confirmed the rumors as did the all to undeniable picture capture evidence. With a warm pleasant smile he holds up the camera and leans so only she could hear him.

"Take the rest of the day off and I was never here."

With that he slips into the room as he slowly pockets the camera. He moves slowly and sits down at the desk across from the doctor and smiles softly to himself. This was going to be the start of things that best left alone. But he had to hear the man's admit to the charge that Darian he was guilty of. And that would be all too easy. Darian knew how to lie his way through tough situations. That had been part of his training. Well not it was time to see just how much of that training would pay off and how much would amount to being a waste. with a careful movement of his hands he flicks the tape recorder in he pocket on and smiles watching the Doctor.

"Who the hell are you and what right do you have busting in on me at lunch?"

"Does the rest of the staff know that your lunch package includes your secretary?"

Zanatos smiles as he sees the man's face turn a funny reddish purple color as he watches. The were even a few shades that had yet to be labeled in that colorful face kaleidoscope.

"But to answer your question, I am a friend of Leroy's and I have decided to cut out the middle man. Sure this way adds some risk to us both but the pay offs are almost triple for fresher organs."

The transformation the doctor's face underwent as the words triple pay off would have disturbed even the greediest of pricks. But the fact was this man. This man of the medical profession was none other than an organ harvester. And now it was time to get his due. Zanatos only needed him to continue talking and then it would nail the coffin on this guy.

"Well as luck would have it I will have a fresh perfectly functional kidney in about three weeks. And this one is by far one of my better scores. Hypochondriacs are the easiest to fool."

Zanatos smiles and nods as he reaches into his pocket and turns off the recorded tape. As he does he smiles to himself. This would be all to easy. He stands up and moves around the desk as he pulls out a chloroformed rag and presses it to the doctor's nose. Zanatos lays the doctor back in the chair and smiles as he gets to work. Quickly he peals off his clothes and unwinds the portable knife kit that was wrapped around his stomach.

Once that was on the desk Zanatos moves over and quickly gags the man and ties him his custom bought expensive roller chair. As soon as the last knot was tied Zanatos rips the man's designer polo shirt open and then slices the torn shirt off of his body.

Zanatos stops to look over his handiwork then smirks softly as he pulls out a black Sharpie. With a series of much practiced but as yet untried markings Zanatos prepares for his surgery incisions. This was going to get bloody and quite quickly. But the fun was yet to come. First he had to wake the good doctor up. And for that he was going to use a glass of the man's expensive brandy to as a smelling salt.

A good whiff of that and the doctor was looking around trying to escape his bonds. Well no such luck there since Zanatos had mastered the art of knot tying at an early age. And the knots he had chosen this time around were once that only got tighter the more the victim struggled. As he struggles Zanatos removes his silk Armani tie and wraps it around the doctor's mouth to hold the tie in.

Once the target had been bound and gagged ready for the fun to begin Zanatos stop and looks at the man's desk. With a moment of forethought he pulls out a tarp just big enough to cover the desk from the back of the knife kit. Once the tarp was in place he laughs and reaches under the tarp and pulls out the top file on the stack and reads the notations. As he does he shake his heads and sighs before setting the file back under the tarp as he moves to pull the knifes out from under the tarp.

"So doctor what was the first organ you cut out of someone who didn't need to have a replacement organ? Well long had you been working on poor Miss Edleson and her "defunct" kidney? Well it doesn't matter really since I plan on cutting out every one of you organs and setting then your office fridge while you slowly bleed to death. Each cut I make beginning with the first will bring you one step closer to death."

With that Zanatos reaches over to his rolled up knives and pulls out a fillet knife. With a last minute to admire his preparations he brings the blade down the dotted lines and slowly proceeds to cut away a man's torso skin. With a laugh Zanatos smiles as he finds a handful of sealable bags. Into the first goes the skin. Skin he knew would be well received down in the emergency burn ward. As he ponders what organ to remove first he sticks the skin into the fridge and then turns back to see the pain in the doctor's eyes. Oh how much fun there was left to be had. Oh how much destruction was to fall on this sad excuse of a man.

"Know now good doctor you have sinned and grown fat on the suffering of others and I am their justice, their retribution."

After a moments deliberation Zanatos holds up the fillet knife and laughs softly having made his choice of what to remove first.

"Doctor how long can a person life with out kidneys? I am sure it is long enough to watch themselves be surgically taken apart and bagged for transplantation."

With that Zanatos makes a series of quick cuts and seperates the kidneys from the rest of the body. With a motion of more instinct and will power Zanatos reaches in and grabs each kidney and back them gently. Once bagged the pair of organs join the skin in the fridge. With a look of determination and hatred Zanatos forces himself to continue.

"Hmmmm should it be the liver of the stomach next? Well I can't decide so that means both one right after the other. Are you having fun yet doctor?"

The doctor had stop moving and that only meant shock was setting in. Zanatos takes out the stomach and bags it. The liver soon follows in its own air tight light baggy. Once the pair was bagged Zanatos fridges them with a sadistic glee knowing that no matter what he did next the man was dead within moments. and that was the true beauty of this whole thing. With a laugh Zanatos pours a shot of brandy into the now gutted abdomen of the doctor and watches as the man twitches and comes to again. Perfectly aware of the excruciating pain that he was suffering. A man who knew that no matter what happened he was dead and there was nothing he could do about it. A man who had seen the wrongs he had committed and knew without a doubt that the after life would be much worse. All in all the doctor was a man who was wondering what would be done to him next.

"The heart or the lungs next my good doctor. I am aware you are bleeding all over the place so that leans be towards the heart so you can watch as I bag it away and put in the fridge. The fridge that housed the secrets of your illegal organ harvesting."

With a grin Zanatos sets down the fillet knife and grabs a paring knife. With four quick motions he seperates the heart from the rest of the body and marvels as it still moves. As it moves he gently picks it up and holds it in front of the dying doctor's eyes and watches as the light starts to dim. With a gentle flourish the heart is bagged and placed in the fridge. With a careful set of movement he clears the bottom shelf and then turn picking up a bone saw and removes the rib cage. With looks of disgust he removes the man's lungs and then bags them setting them on the bottom shelf of the office.

"And the wicked get their just rewards. The act of which bring no joy to the executioner of justice."

With that it is a simple matter to find the doctor's secret safe and leaves it where the cops would find it and the tape on the desk. With a rapid flurry of moment Zanatos cleans his knives and them himself in the office sink. Once clean enough he puts back on the knife kit and his scrubs. The white lab coat following as soon as he gets to the door. Once at the door Zanatos looks back at the crime scene and smirks to himself. Sure there was lots of blood but not of it could be linked to him. He had been wearing sterilized hospital gloves. With one last look he leaves the room never to return.

He moves quickly and quietly to the room he had seen Miss Edleson staying in and enters it with a cheery smile. Once in the room he makes his way over to her and whispers in her ear that she needed to get a second opinion. With that Zanatos was out and there was nothing really that should good do to stop him from leaving.

He quickly heads by the locker room and grabs his duffle bag and leaves the hospital. He stops on the way out and flips open his phone. After a moment as he walking to his rental car he waits for the hospital's front desk to answer. Once the call is answered he speaks.

"For your information Dr. Hugo Green is dead in his office with his organs placed carefully in his office's mini fridge. You move quick enough his organs will still be good for transplant."

With that Zanatos closes the phone and drops it under the front driver's wheel and turns on his rental car. With a smirk he starts the car and drives away. As he does the cell phone he had used for this job was run over and smashed to tiny little bits.

Justice served time for a cool down

June 20th, 2008
9:15 PM EST
Bill's Bar and Grill

"Yes is Mrs. Barstow in?"

Zanatos hadn't been able to get the lips of Doctor Hugo Green's receptionist out of his mind and after the day he had experienced. So he had called the receptionist after a brief look through the information give to him by the Brotherhood.

"Yes Mrs. Barstow I need to meet with you tonight to discuss a roll of film."

He listens as the woman on the other end of the line takes a deep breath and sighs softly into the reciever.

"We need to have the conversation now Mrs. Barstow."

Zanatos smiles to himself as he listens to the woman make some excuse about having to go back by the office. An excuse that was well worn and barely even caused a stir anymore. Why did it when he knew what his wife was up to with the doctor. He had over heard one of their frequent phone calls. Oh well he had went got one better but for that story you would have to stay tuned in. Well now it was time to for her to face the music. Well as soon as he got home any way.

"Yes I am at Bill's Bar and Grill on the corner of 7th and Grant. I am sitting in the corner booth closest the door. See you then and be prepared for anything."

Thirty minutes later Mrs. Barstow, the now late Dr. Green's receptionist walk into the bar wearing what only be decribed as to four rags and several yards of string. Well this sure put a crimp in the style as every avialable male in the place turns to stare at her. Well Zanatos was about to fix that soon enough. As she steps to his table he stands up and grab her wrist heading out towards the door. It time to step the game up and enjoy a little piece of the straying pie. As he gets to the rental car he acts like man helping her into the car. All a prelude to fun and games that would come later.

"I am Zanatos, the Angel of Death, and you will do exactly as I tell you or I will send a copy of this film to your husband. And who know maybe even on to your employer. I am sure they would like to know what you and Hugo got up to during lunches."

Zanatos smiles watching her face blanch at his words. He knew that she knew he was serious. And at the same time knew that there was nothing he could to get out of what ever it was he wanted from her. Twenty minutes or so later he pulls to a stop in a secluded spot and turns off the car. With a smirk he looks over at her and smiles.

"Are you ready to earn my silence in this roll of film?"

"What do I have to do to earn that Zanatos?"

All he does he takes the film and looks through one of the self developed print and showed her in plain color that he wanted her lips around his shaft. He could see the look of terror on her lips as she see just what it is he wants to start with and starts to protest. With a laugh he get out of the car and walks around to the passenger side. Once there he pulls her to her feet and smirks with a smug expression on his lips. With a test of his strength he forces her to kneel down in front of him as he looks down at her.

"You know what I want you to do Mrs. Barstow and that will only be the beginning of what I have planned for you. The start of my sampling of what you were giving Hugo. You understand what I want?"

With a soft sob she nods and closes her eyes while using her teeth to unbutton and unzip his blue jeans she then uses her hands to pull his pants down while her teeth slowly pull down her boxers. She knew she was in for a rough evening as he reaches down and rips off her clothes. Her body was just like he thought it would be and now he was going to enjoy her completely screams or no screams. As his cock is freed she instantly starts to lick at it before slowly engulfing it in her warm wet mouth.

"This isn't so bad is it Mrs. Barstow? I am bit bigger than Hugo was but other than that you should be moving on memory."

After about twenty minutes he floods her mouth, face and breasts with his cum as he looks her over he suddenly pulls her to her feet and lifts her to the hood of the rental car and slam his cock into her depths. As he does he looks into her eyes knowing she was enjoying this all too much. As he fucked her he had to wonder just what her husband was like in bed.

End of the line for the magnum

June 21, 2008
2:07 pm EST
Mitchell Center

Cigarettes by Seether blares through out the Mitchell Center as Zanatos walks out from the back stage area. Sure it was the night before his big match up but damn this was all too good to pass up. He had to come out here and make some big speech on how he was going to get the best of his opponent at Chaos this week. Well Zanatos wasn't one to disappoint. In his right hand he had held a copy of the morning paper. Scrawled across the top headline was the news about the gruesome killing of the doctor from the local hospital.

"So Mobile, Alabama how does it feel to be the home of a sadistic scum back like Dr. Hugo Green? A man many of you might have known professionally. Yet who would have figured him to be an organ harvester? It just goes to show you that you don't now what goes on in the minds of those we trust the most."

Zanatos smiles to himself as he chuckles realizing to himself that he had left quite a few clues behind to nail him if they looked hard enough into the case. Though with the evidence in the secret locker in the good Doctor's office Zanatos knew he was low on the totem pole. And more than likely this whole thing was only going to be thought to be of as a mafia hit for a deal gone bad.

"So are you ready for the clash of titans that will invade your television screens and front row seats tomorrow night. The match of the night will be none other than Zanatos, The Angel of Death vs. James Magnum, The King of Bloodshed. A match that will pit my untested ferocity against that of a conniving back stabbing rotten punk. A man whose entire promo was of him going and stealing his Becky McGarth from the clutches of her evil over protective brother. Ok news flash people I have been around Global Extreme Wrestling long enough to know that Kameron Chase and James Magnum are on again off again lovers. Now do I need to turn the lights on for you too Randy or can you and those in attendance tonight see the illuminated line?"

Zanatos gives a who even cares motion and then laughs darkly as he shrugs his shoulders and slips out from under the ring. As he walks back up the ring he turns and raises his hands in victory as he steps back behind the curtain his music blaring through out the entire arena.

Morning after the Ambush

July 3rd, 2008
9:26 AM EST
Zanatos's Quarters

Zanatos slowly wakes up feeling a bit worse for wear after his encounter with Troy Gafgen last night. The man had managed to get a few good hits in and he was not a little worse for wear because of it but all in all Zanatos felt he would be able to live. Hell he been having an awesome week all things considered. He was undefeated in the GEW, he had a goddess of a girlfriend and manager and he was about to go spend the next two months in Europe. Like he said before what a week indeed. As he lay in bed waking up he could hear some sounds coming from the kitchen.

After a moment he slowly slips out of the bed wearing only the pair of black baggy shorts he had been wearing when he had fallen asleep. He makes sure nothing was going to affect he steadiness and makes his way down the hallway and stops to peer into the kitchen in order to see what was going on within. What he sees just makes him stand there with a slightly lowered jaw.

Before him, standing with her back towards him, was Amelia wearing only a white kitchen apron tied in the back. Her black hair streamed down her back as she moved in front of the counter between the stove and sink area. The sound of faint chopping mixed with her soft hums to create an illusion of peaceful domestic tranquility. Zanatos smiles leaning against the door way enjoying the view he was getting of his lover's back side wondering what she was making.

As he watches her he has to wonder just how he had managed to get himself into this position in the first place. How he had been hand picked but Amelia to run this dangerous mission in the first place. Not that he was minding the mission perks in the least. But it just seemed to him that there were better suited people out there for the whole preventing death gig he was running. Though he had yet to really get involved with that aspect of things. Hell he was having too much fun establishing his cover story.

With a deep breath he watches as Amelia moves to grab a frying pan and sets it on the stove. A moment later the sound of sizzling is heard as Amelia tosses some chopped bacon, onion, mushroom and a bit of butter in the pan. As the sizzling starts Zanatos moves from his spot on the wall and steps up behind her with smile. Once behind her his arms slip around her waist as he kisses her check.

"Looks good Darling."

Amelia leans back against his chest and smiles while she watches the food cook. She was completelt enjoying the way life was seeming to treat her. As she thinks about it she had to wonder why she had hand picked Darian in the first place. Though after a moment's thought she had the answer, he was so like what she was. She was so similar that it was scary. They both were orphans, both ere trained killers and at the same were genuinely caring people. Sure they both were trained killers but they only killed targets that would improve society. It was a dirty job that many would consider evil but the reason the Brotherhoood of the Fallen had been founded were interesting to say the least. And in that was the organizations ultimate strength and weakness. They acted to improve mankind by doing things that publicly couldn't be handled. They used tactics that many would wrinkle their noses at but in the end they killed evil men and women to make life better for the little guy.

She pulls herself out of her thoughts as she reaches over and grabs six eggs deftly cracking them into the pan to finish the omelet she was making for them. As she does Darian holds her loosely in his arms and kisses her neck causing her to shiver slightly. With a growl of pleasure she looks at him and speaks softly.

"I would stop that Darian unless you want to clean burnt dishes and eat charcoal."

Darian smiles to her and waits for her to turn off the stove and sprinkle some shredded cheese over the egg and meaty goodness before kissing her passionately. Breakfast was waiting for them but he had needed to do that. He enjoyed loving her and would continue to do so until there was no other possible option. Though he didn't want to think of something like that.

"Mmmm that looks good Amelia. So need help setting breakfast up?"

"Just grab what you want to drink while I set up the plates."

The couple go about gathering the breakfast fixings and then sit down to eat. After a few minutes Amelia smiles at Zanatos and asks him a question about his up coming match.

"Are you ready my Angel of Death to defeat Troy again this week end?"

"Yes Goddess I am ready to beat him again. The man talks bigger than he walks and last night he managed to get a few shot in that I want to repay him for. Yes Babe I will beat him and I will move one step closer to being the first ever GEW Commonwealth Cup winner."

"So when you win Darian what title do you plan on going after?"

"Let me win the tourney first Love and then I will figure that out. I will need to see the lay of the land first to know that. As it is I am the number one contender for the Omega Title."

A moment of silence is heard as only the sound of fork against plates is heard as the pair both take a bite of the slowly cooling food.

"I know and that is an amazing feat Darian, but what title are you going to add to that when you get a chance?"

"Don't know Amelia I am not sure yet like I said I want to see who is doing what when I make my choice. I think you can understand that Babe. You know how fast things can change in only a matter of hours let alone weeks."

Amelia smiles as she takes another bite and then nods in agreement to his comment about change. She knew all to well and if things were going to be any indication soon enough there would be some changes within the Brotherhood of the Fallen.

"I know Darian. And oh I need to get going here soon to make some last minute arrangements concerning the Brotherhood. Come by my office at around noonish."

With that she gets up and makes her way off towards the sink to wash her now empty plate and fork. Once done she takes off the apron and sets it on the hook before saunter by Darian naked on the way back to the bedroom. Moments later she steps back out clad in her red dress and then stops to kiss her angel before stepping out the door to head towards her office.

Premeeting Blues

July 3, 2008
11:25 AM EST
Amelia's Office

It was only a couple hours after breakfast with Darian but she had already been busy. Far too busy it seemed. She had managed to set up a meeting with the other American agents in the Brotherhood to discuss something that would be all too vital for the organization’s survival. She would regret doing this but in the end all would see that it was better for her and the Brotherhood. She would miss the control being the leading the leader of such a group would entail but she knew it had to be done. She would be out of the region for the next two months working on her cover story and public world life and that in this business could mean a lot when it came to the big picture.

With a sigh she kneels in front of the big redwood cross that adorned the back wall of her otherwise spartanesque office and bows her head. The motion causes her hair to cover he face as she starts to pray her thoughts being voiced aloud as she prepares to face her destiny.

"Dear Father who art in Heaven I hope they all understand my decision to do this. I can't be away from the man that seems to have found a way to fill the deepest part of my being. I don't want to disappoint them all with my choice. I only want to make them all proud of me. Lord you know the pain I have suffered in this life as an unwanted abandoned daughter of some two bit crack whore and her pimp drug dealer but finally I have found some happiness."

She falls silent a moment as she stifles a short sob at the feeling just uttering her past brought up but it was enough to make her realize maybe just maybe it was indeed time to step aside and hand over the reigns of power to some one else.

"I don't know what to do Lord. Ever since I saw Darian it was instant Love and yet I couldn't say or do anything until he had passed his training. I have know what he is since even before he himself did but does that make me a bad person? Does having training similar to his own that plays to my strengths a bad thing? Father I feel as if I have wasted a gift that you sent me years ago. The truth is I regret not saying something to him sooner. It hurt knowing he was there all these years but not being able to do a damned thing about it. But that was the way of those Chosen during their training. Nothing was to get in the way of them becoming experts in what ever it was that would be need to perfect a cover disguise. I understand the reasons but my heart is sick at the lost wasted time. I feels as if I wasted a chance to do something precious and I have no intention of wasting it now."

She slowly looks up at the cross and takes a deep fortifying breath before continuing on.

"I am your obedient child Lord but please give me a sign that I am doing the right thing. I know Darian and I have a good thing going. A life out side of the business we are so irrevocable tied to. A life in a profession that allows us the freedom we need to move around from city to city doing your holy work. Yet Lord I need to feel as if there isn't more to this whole thing that I am not seeing. I am asking you to send your faithful daughter a sign Lord anything to show me I am doing the right thing by preparing to hand over the reigns to someone else. Into your arms I commend my spirit, Amen."

Once her prayer was done she slowly stands up and then moves over to lock the door. She had some secrets still that Darian was not meant to find out about just yet. Once the door was locked completely she moves back to the cross and reaches up to the center of it and presses in firmly. After a second an elevator type door opens up in the back wall dividing the cross in half. The door itself lead into a small dark room.

Amelia steps into the room as the door slides to a quiet close behind her. As it closes Amelia was already moving into the room and had turned on the light. In the room was a mannequin with a black leather under suit. She quickly strips out of her dress and stands naked before the mannequin a moment before grabing the leather contraption on putting it on. It covers her crotch and the moves up her sides and hips until it covers her breasts like a bra. The black leather only served to highlight her curves and made her look even more like the goddess Darian believed her to be.

Once the leather outfit was in place she steps over to a table that was covered with tiny stilettos and other various weapons that could be secreted across a her scantily covered body. She slowly grabs several blades and secrets them under the leather. Once that was done she reaches over and grabs a clean red leather corset and matching skirt. She puts the out fit on and then quickly grabs a set of black high heeled leather boots. Into the tops of each boot she slipped a throwing knife.

Once she was dressed and geared up for the meeting she pits her hair into a bun and secures it with a pair of poisoned silver hair combs. She adds a nice collared necklace to the get up and a pair of huge silver hoops. She was ready to race the rest of the American Council. Before she leaves her room she puts on a brown hooded robe.

She steps back into her office and unlocks the door to her office a few minutes to noon. Once the door was opened she moves to sit back down to await Darian. From here she planned to take him to the meeting hall.

Handing over the Reigns (or Meeting the Council)

June 3, 2008
12:05 PM EST
Amelia's Office / BotF Council Chamber

Zanatos smiles as he knocks on the door of Amelia's office and waits for her to answer. He had been spending all morning getting ready for the trip to Europe. He knew they would be gone for about two months so planning for that was taking a bit of effort. But oh well he had things to do and had packed his suit cases ready for the trip. He knew they would be leaving the next morning.

But now here he stood at Amelia's office door in his black button down shirt and a pair of blue jeans waiting for her to answer him his knock. After a moment the door opens to reveal Amelia wearing her brown hooded robe. She pulls him to her office and then kisses her fiercely before thrusting a similar robs into his hands.

"Put this on Darian the Council awaits."

Zanatos smiles as he takes the robe and puts it on. He knew how big a deal this was. Anyone trained by the Brotherhood knew the importance of this moment. He looks at her with a smile and waits for her to lead the way to the council chamber.

Amelia watches him as he puts on the nondescript robe and smiles licking her lips. She would have fun later taking it off of him but for now she had to focus on business. She moves towards the office door pulling up the hood of her robe and then steps into the hall way. She leads the pair through a series of hallways and soon is in a church sanctuary. She moves through some pews and steps behind the pulpit and kneels down to open a secret trap door in hidden in the floor. Under the door was a series of steps that she moved dow with grace and a sense of familiarity. Once Zanatos was down the steps she closes the door behind them and leads the way through a series of short halls into a small basement chamber with a big black rood table emblazoned with the Brotherhood of the Fallen's crest in the center of it.

Seated around this table were four people dressed in matching brown hooded robes with the hoods up to obscure their faces. As Amelia steps into the room and takes her place at the table Zanatos is left feeling slightly out of place. Seated before him were veterans of the business and the Brotherhood. He felt a bit out of place in the company.

"My fellow Council members I greet you in the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost. May the Lords face shine upon you and give you peace. Amen"

As Zanatos continues to stand near the wall the Council convenes with a series of echoed Amens. He could tell that all the rest were males of varying ethnic backgrounds. This of course made him wonder who they were and what he was going to do about being here in the first place.

"As you all know the last time we met we talked about finding a new member of the Brotherhood to groom up for a seat among us. Well I am proud to say I have found the man who will best fit in among us. But first I must say a few things about him. Things that will either make him an unaceptable in your eyes or that will only make him that much more of a proper fit."

Amelia pauses a moment and looks around the table trying to look into the hoods. After a moment she licks her lips and decides it was time to get this over with.

"As you may all know someone hired us to keep one of the wrestlers in the Global Extreme Wrestling promotion alive by any means needed. Well to do that we needed to get a signed contracted agent inside. Well you may have seen who I picked for the job. Zanatos, the Angel of Death. Well he has made an impact and is one of the companies fastest rising stars. But more importantly I am to take over as his public manager. Yes I am aware of the risks involves with this decision but you see I can't do anything less because I Love him."

There was a moments silence as all in the room take in her words. She had been bold and admitted to something that could impact both Zanatos and herself. She knew things could go down hill and that if they chose to end her life neither her nor Zanatos would leave this room alive and their bodies would be found floating down some river somewhere.

"Thank you for telling us of your feelings in the matter sister. You should know what it means though. I understand how special he must be to have warmed your heart."

Amelia lets out a relieved breath as she waves Zanatos forward and signals for him to remove his hood. Zanatos steps forward to the table and lets his hood drop back. Several moments of thought occur as the other members of the Council look him over. With a series of nods they all reach up and pulls their hoods back revealing their faces. It was the silent acceptance of Zanatos's presence into their inner circle. Amelia follows suit and motions for Zanatos to take an empty seat.

"Now lets us begin with the Lord's Prayer before we discuss why I gathered you here today."

Six heads bow in reverence to begin the Lord's Prayer.

"Our father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done, on Earth as it is in Heaven. Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us. And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. For Thine is the kingdom, and the power, the glory, now and forever. Amen."

Once the prayer was done Amelia lifts her head and smiles looking around the table at the other seated there. this had to be done fast and with skill. She had to do this now or things would fall apart.

"Now as you all may know both Zanatos and I work for the wrestling company Global Extreme Wreslting where Zanatos is the current number one contender for the promotion's Omega Championship. This week we are showing live from Hull England where the company starts a two month European tour. Well as you can guess that poses a small problem since as we all know "The Admiral" runs a tight ship on the European sector of the Brotherhood. So before I go I have to publicly pass the mantle of Father to one of you. Now this is a temporary thing unless it is decided other wise when I get back."

Silence continues after she finishes talking.

"Archangel I would like you to take over as the Father while I am gone."

Silence follows her comment before the Council breaks into discussion.

Memory Box

July 21, 2008
4:18 PM GMT
Zanato's hotel room, Birmingham, England

Many people were wondering just why had he gotten into wrestling. The truth of the matter was something so complex that nobody would believe it. Though it was slow a secret that would instantly harm who ever learned it. Darian had not always been an orphan. No, he had been part of a normal life with a highly successful father and a deeply loving mother. That had all changed though sometime after his second birthday. A drive by shooting had killed his father. Darian’s mother, traumatized by his father’s death, had done the best thing she could for him and placed him into the care of the church orphanage before she died.

Yet Darian was not the only thing that had been handed over by his mother. Now there had been a shoebox that had contained a photo album and scrapbook full of newspaper clipping. There had also been a letter at the top of the box explaining the reason his mother had done what she had.

Darian had wondered a few times after he had been given the box on his 13th birthday where she had gotten off to but had discovered only an obituary in answer to his searching. That had joined the rest of the keepsakes in the box that never left Darian's grasp.

At that very moment it was in the center of his hotel room bed with the lid off as he prepared to look at his father’s photos. Photos of a colorful Indy wrestling career. Sure Zanatos' father had been a top rate competitor but he had died just before getting the call up to the big leagues. In some ways, Zanatos suspect that the drive by that had killed his father had been ordered by one of the men he had beaten.

With a sigh, Darian picks up, sets aside his mother’s letter to him, and picks up the photo album that had been with him for the last nine years. The photo album of a history that just showed wrestling to be in Zanatos' blood.

With sigh, he opens the photo album and sees picture after picture of his father in different types of wrestling matches. Most were cameo action shots but each clearly showed that the man was skilled. Yet it was the pictures of the championships that his father held proudly in the air that pushed Zanatos to become a wrestler.

Growing up he had been interested in wrestling. Even though he had not really been able to pursue the career due to his being part of the Brotherhood he had still trained in the art. This job had been one that had suited him perfectly and had to thank Amelia profusely for it daily. Well at least in his mind anyway.

With a sigh, he closes the photo album and then sets it aside and looks through the scrapbook that contained many newspaper clippings of his father's in ring accomplishments. Yet it was one near the center of the book that seemed to always cause Darian stop and pause to reflect. It was an article in which his father was quoted to have said his inspiration to wrestle was to have something to show his son when got older. That quote had been in article that had discussed the man's first Indy fed world title win. The words for that had been simple and in print, they were there still to be read.

"One day my son will look back on this moment and know that this was the start of his father's legendary career. One day I will be able to stand next to my son as we take on the world side by side."

Just reading those words made Zanatos’ eyes mist up with tears. It had been a long time since had been able to even look in the box. In addition, tonight he needed it. He had lost what had been a godsend match for the Extreme Chaos Title and felt in some minor way that he had let his parents down.

"I am sorry Pops I did my very best to win that Extreme Chaos Title last night. I gave it my all. I came up short though. I hope you can forgive Dad. I promise to do better at Open Season. I promise to walk away as the Global Extreme Wrestling Omega Champion. I will make you proud of dad."

As he sits there, he slowly puts both the photo album and the scrapbook back into the shoebox and slowly picks up the envelope that contained the only thing his mother had been able to pass along to him that had been hers. With a sigh and a deep breath, he reaches up and wipes the tears that had started to fall down his face. With a loving sigh, he gently opens the aged envelope and removes the well-read letter and necklace that had come with it.

The necklace itself was a silver cross with a sapphire studded in the center of it. Radiating out from the stone was curved wave like lines etched into each arm of the cross. The chain it was on was a fine silver fish bone. However, it was what was in the back of the cross that always got him. The words "Forever yours, Love Hughe." was engraved in a fine script on the back of the cross. With a smile, Darian sets the envelope and necklace to the side as he slowly unfolds the letter that marked that wisdom his mother wanted him to know. He slowly reads it one more time.

Dearest Darian,

By the time you get this, I will have been long dead. I hope you can forgive me my son. I did not want to leave an orphan in this world. Nevertheless, in time I hope you understand that I did the right thing. I hope you understand that I did the only thing I could. My dearest baby boy, I am sorry I left you. However, the truth of the matter is that I was dying of a slowly worsening cancer. I knew long before your father was murdered that I had it. But you see son you and your father gave me the strength I needed to fight the disease. I know you might see it as cowardly but with your father's love and support I lost strength and the stress allowed the cancer to com back with a vengeance. You see Darian the night I take you to the church orphanage I know I am not going to last much past sun up. You see giving you up is the last thing I will in this life. I hope someday you will forgive both your father and I for leaving you. However, you should know that this is all part of a bigger plan. I am must go now Darian because the wind is chilly out there and I must get you to the orphanage because I know the end is near. Remember this, my son, that I Love with all of your heart. I will miss seeing your greatest triumphs in this life but know that no matter what I will be watching from Heaven as you live your life. Good bye my son,

Love Mom.

Darian could remember the first time he had read this note and the sadness that had come with it. He picks back the envelope, pulls out his mother obituary, and knew without a doubt form having checked already that she had no more that six hours after she had made sure he would be cared for the Brotherhood of the Fallen. He slides the letter and the cross back into the envelope along with the obituary and then sets it back into the shoebox. He sets the box's lid back into place and then sets it back into one of his bags. Once done with that simple task Darian moves and kneels in front of the bed and bows his head.

"Dear Lord, I come to for guidance. I need your help this up coming Sunday Night at Global Extreme Wrestling's Open Season pay per view. You see Lord I am the number one contender for the Global Extreme Wrestling Omega Championship. As you know, it was vacated last week due to the trauma Melissa Michaels faced after Blood Bath. Well I face Trent Jackson in this an Omega Title match. But you see Lord I feel like I am going to let my deceased parents down. Give me the confidence to go out there and make them proud of me. Into your arms I commend my spirit. Amen."

With that, Zanatos gets up to his feet and prepares to make his way out of the room to go find something to do. Sure, he was sore as hell form the match up on the last edition of Chaos but he could not think about that right now.

Catching Up

July 22, 2008
8:15 PM GMT
Amelia and Zanatos' hotel suite, London, England

"Hey Babe I missed you."

Darian says emphatically as he enters the hotel room that he would be sharing with Amelia for the rest of the say in London. The hotel room she had been staying in the last couple of days while working on the case they had gotten from Lee.

"I missed you too Darian."

Darian sets his suitcase on the bed and moves to give Amelia a great big hug.

"So what has been happening with the job Dear?"

Amelia snuggles into his side and smiles wrapping her arms around his waist as she lays her head on his chest.

"Well Darian it seems the authorities are still trying to figure out what caused the explosion out at Lee's place. Lord Shelburn was pleased with the results and there is now $200,000 in the account. Overall not a back aftermath for last week's endeavors."

"Good to hear. So how is Lee?"

"Well he sent a message to me through Archangel last night. He made it to Illinois safely. Therefore, he is out of the way for now. As for the rest of the information in the folder nothing more has been uncovered."

The pair stands there enjoying the moment the other's presence. Both smiles warmly enjoying the moment as nothing is said for a few moments.

"So are you ready for your match at Open Season Darian?"

"I sure am Darling. I fully intend on winning the match. I have some divine inspiration to de my very best this weekend."

Amelia pulls back from him and looks into his eyes. She could see the determination within them as she keeps his gaze.

"Darian I belief in you. I am sorry about the loss last week but think about it this way you were a big part of why the plague know as Glenn Legend is no longer in Global Extreme Wrestling. Sure you man not be walking into Open Season a champion but you see last week was a bonus chance to wear gold. Open Season is the one that really counts. You see Babe it is this weekend that really matters in the end. Because you will become a champion this weekend."

Darian smiles and nods as he starts to whisper the Lord's Prayer.

"Our father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done, on Earth as it is in Heaven. Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us. And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. For Thine is the kingdom, and the power, the glory, now and forever. Amen."

"...and forever. Amen"

The couple shares a smile and then slowly breaks apart as Darian chuckles softly.

"I need a shower Love."

"Not without me you don't."

They move towards the bathroom not bothering to grab a change of clean clothes on the way. A few moments later the sound of running water echoes through the hotel room.

The Interview

July 23, 2008
12:12 PM GMT
Lou's Bar and Grill, London, England

Zanatos sat in a corner booth wearing a black suit and dress attire. He was waiting on Global Extreme Wrestling's backtage interviewer, Nigel something or other. He knew he should have remembered the man's name but with every thing that had been going on lately he was lucky to have remembered the first name. After what seemed to be an eternity of waiting in the crowd muggy bar and grill a large somewhat heavy set man with a receding grey hair line and a worn tired looking face in a grey suit carry a briefcase in his right hand steps through the door. It takes him a few minutes to spot Zanatos but once he does the man makes his way over to the table and moves to sit down.

"I am Nigel Havers and I am sorry for being late Zanatos. The traffic was terrible. That and I got lost a few times on the way here."

Zanatos internally shudders as he hears Nigel's grating voice. Thos was going to be a long day for sure.

"Not a problem Nigel. Let's get started shall we?"

"Sure thing. Just let me get my note book."

Zanatos nods while keeping a pleasant smile on his face as he watches Nigel set his brief case in the seat next to him and then open it. A moment later a fray looking note book and a pen are pulled out of the case and then Nigel turns to look at Zanatos with a smile.

"Zanatos I am going to start with some basic background questions so the fans can get to better understand you."

"Fine with me fire away Nigel."

"People have been wondering what motivated you to become a professional wrestler."

Zanatos COULD tell him the real reason he was in Global Extreme Wrestling but that was a secret. Therefore, he decided to go with a more tired and true yet just as real reason.

"I got into wrestling because my father was a big time Indy wrestler back in the States. He was just about to get the call to something big when he was gunned down in a drive by shooting. He was on 25 at the time and already had been his company's world champion."

"I am sorry to hear about the loss. So I must ask what got you into wrestling then if your father died as such a young age."

"It was the scrapbook and photo album that my mother gave the orphanage I grew up in to give me on my 13th birthday. You see my mother was dying of cancer so the night she died she made sure I was cared for. She put in a church run orphanage."

A moment of silence passes broken only by the sound of pen against paper as Nigel catches his notes up. There wasn't much to say really about that revelation.

"So why here in GEW? Why not somewhere else?"

"Honestly I don't know. I was handed a contract one day and told to go for it."

Zanatos contemplates his how to answer the second part of the question.[/color.

"As for why not somewhere else. To be honest no one else had offered me a contract. So, you see Global Extreme Wrestling was my only shot at making a childhood dream of mine come true. Moreover, well you have seen where I have gone since I have been here. My debut match resulted in the firing of Troy Gafgen. At Blood Bath, I won the number one contendership for the Omega Championship. And last week I main evented Chaos in the first ever triple threat Death Bed match for the Extreme Chaos Title."

"Which brings me to my next question. How are you feeling going into Open Season after the match last Chaos?"

"I feel great Nigel. Sure I am a little sore and the cuts on me head form the light tube glass have just started to fade into nothingness but emotional and physically I and ready. I am psyched up for Open Season. I fully intend on waking out of the pay per view with gold around my waist."

A moment of silence is heard as Nigel ponders how to ask his next question.

"How do you feel about the announcement that Melissa Michaels vacated the title at the start of last Chaos?"

As Zanatos heard the question he couldn't help but frown slightly. He really had been looking forward to facing Melissa Michaels for the Omega Title.

"Honestly I am a bit disappointed with it. I understand her reasons though and hopes she get back to fighting shape soon enough. You ever since The end of Blood Bath when I was out announcing Amelia as my manager I have been psyching myself up to face Melissa at the first chance I got. Well I knew that the soonest my shot would be was at Open Season so I have been planning for her unique style. The announcement of her vacating the title has totally changed the game plan. Instead of the highly anticipated champion defending her gold, it will be to challengers looking to become Omega Champion."

"So how do you feel about your opponent?"

[color-green]Zanatos smiles as he thinks the question over for a moment. Ah yes how did one answer such a question.

"Well honestly from what I have seen I am truthfully curious as to why he is even in this match up. To be frankly honest with you Nigel Scott Savage is a fresh face around here in Global Extreme Wrestling. I thought it was company policy to make new comers fight a few match before giving them a title shot. Well I guess I was mistaken on that. Anyway all I know about the man is that he is an admitted Satanist. Sounds big and scary when you look at it at face value. But you now something Nigel? I am not scared of Scott Savage. No to me he just represents a man of faith."

Zanatos genuinely smiles as he leans across the table.

"You see I am respect Scott for standing strong in his convictions. I can relate to that. You have you faith and I have mine. Sure in a majority of things those faiths are incompatible but you know Scott it is the fact that we are both religious men that makes a similar. You see unlike more hide bound hypocrites who believe in their religion's blindly, I see and accept that there might in truth be more than what the "God's chosen representatives" would have us all believe in. I may have grown up in a Catholic orphanage and have ingrained habits from it, but Scott I am not your typical religious man. You see take a look at me. My very being is a repetition of the darker side of life. I am Zanatos, the Angel of Death and at Open Season I will face you with respect. Prepare for the fight of your life as only one of us will walk away with the Global Extreme Wrestling Omega Championship."

Zanatos leans back with a slightly disturbing smile as he watches Nigel furiously struggle to write every word he had just spoken. Once the pen had stopped Zanatos again speaks this time with a heart felt passion the was as strong as the words before had been yet some more personal.

"At Open Season I plan on becoming the new Omega Champion. Not for myself. Not for the fans. Not even for my beautiful and charming manager. Frankly not even the cosmic being that I worship is my driving motivation to win at Open Season. No I plan on winning for my parents. Mom, Dad where ever you are I know you are watching me. Open Season is for you guys, I wish you had been taken from all those years ago but I know it part of some bigger plan. I will become the Omega Champion to commemorate the 20th anniversary of "Wild Man" Hughes Manson death."

With that Zanatos holds up his hand to signal the end of the interview and then stands up and walk out of the bar and grill slowly wiping the tears from his eyes as leaves Nigel to finish his notes.

After Chaos

August 3, 2008
6:26 PM GMT
Cardiff International Arena

After the end of his match at Chaos, Zanatos had paced his locker room for quite some time as he tried to get his mind around his current emotional problem. He was trying to figure out to do the job that he had been hired to do. He knew that he needed to get in touch with Sah'ta Thor. Thor's father had been contacted him the night before but as of yet Zanatos had yet to figure out how to approach the enigmatic leader of the Empire of Blood.

"Darian you continue to pace like that the floor is going to have a rut worn into it."

"I know Babe. I know but I am trying to puzzle out a dilemma."

"And what dilemma is that my Angel?"

"How to talk to Thor."

"I see. And why would you want to do that Darian?"

Zanatos sigh softly as he licks his lips thoughtfully. He continues to pace for a second before coming to a stop infront of Amelia. As he does he slowly kneels down and looks into her eyes. He knew he couldn't hide the truth from her.

"Thor's father called me last night."

A moment of shocked silence and a gasp from Amelia are the only response Darian gets to his words. He knew he was walking a fine line but now more than ever he needed to make something happen and fast. He needed an answer and soon. As he waits Amelia was wrestling with an inner debate. She knew something vastly important about the man who had hired them and how it all fit in. Thor's father was a legend in the higher circles of the underground. The spoke his name with reverence and in barely audible whispers. And this very moment she knew that her Angel of Death needed to know that was going on.

"Darian listen to me. I need you understand something very important. Thor's father is not someone you want to mess with or displease. He has enough power to totally destroy the Brotherhood of the Fallen and leave not a single trace of our having ever existed. You must not fail Zanatos. You must do the job that he hired us for. Some say that has the ability to see certain events before they happen."

"So my Goddess what do you suggest I do? How do I approach the man I am supposed to be protecting? How do I get close to a man who trusts almost no one?"

"Now that man Angel is up to you to figure out but I would go and talk to him. Be friend him and show an interest in the Empire of Blood. Show an interest in who he really is and not the mask he is forced to wear. That is the only advice I can offer you."

Zanatos nods slowly and sighs knowing that it was best to look the demon in the eyes and buck up to go the hard things in the present. So he slowly stands up and moves towards the door of the sparsely furnished locker room and with one final look back at his seated girl friend, manager and fellow assassin. After a few seconds he turns back to the door and slowly turns the door handle pulling the door open as he does.

Once the door was open Zanatos steps into the hallways of the Cardiff International Arena and closes the door behind him with a barely audible click. Once the door was closed he slowly lets go of the door handle and then starts down the hallway.

He knew that all of the Global Extreme Wrestling superstars had been given a locker room while here in Cardiff. Though in truth there were some guys who hadn't been in the building all night. But Zanatos needed to try this and now. So with a slow careful pace he walked the halls looking for the door to the loaned out locker room of one Sah'ta Thor.

An hour later had him standing in front of a closed door the had the name Sah'ta Thor on it. With a sigh he slowly lifts his hand and holds it poised in midair waiting for it's next command. Time seems to slow to a barely perceptible crawl as Zanatos mentally debates his next move. After what seemed to be hours but was in actuality only mere seconds Zanatos lets his hand slowly fall back to his side as he turns away from the locker room door and walks back up the hallway.

Home Coming

August 5, 2008
19:14 AM GMT
Belfast International Airport

It had been over thirty years since he had set foot on Irish soil. He had been living in New York for last ten as a banker. The tan suited 5 foot 8 slightly heavyset figure of the slightly balding Irishman stood near the baggage claim waiting for someone to arrive. He himself had last been in his home country when he was a lad of eight. His parents had both been members of the Irish Republican Army and had fled to the United States to avoid being captured and killed. It was in the States that Conner O'Malley had become The Saint. He still wondered how he had ended up becoming a member of the Brotherhood of the Fallen but deep down he knew that he wouldn't have been the same man he was today if he hadn't. No in all likelihood he would be dead and long buried. It was a miracle of the modern age that allowed him to even stand were he was at that moment.

A short while later both Darian and Amelia turn a corner heading towards the airport's baggage claim. As the approach Amelia lets out a gasp of shock as she sees Conner standing there with their bags neatly piled next to him. She knew that he was risking a lot just to be there and at the the same time wondered what could be so important to have sent him into the one place that he was assured to never leave alive. She looks over at Darian for a moment and then sighs softly as she ponders what could be happening. Quickly she closes the gap between them and hugs Conner close like an old family friend.

"Conner it is a very pleasant surprise to see you here."

Zanatos slowly makes his way towards the other two as his eyes scan the area. As he gets to the pair he offers Conner his hand and smiles warmly.

"Come to see one of wrestling matches first hand have we Conner?"

"Not exactly Darian. Father sent me to talk to you and is sorry he couldn't come himself."

Instantly things had become serious indeed. If Father had sent Conner to Ireland to talk to them something major was going on. And that could be almost anything but what was for sure known was that it had to be of vital importance.

"Lets get to the hotel then and catch up there. Conner do you have a ride?"

"No I don't Amelia."

Darian moves to the side and gets a luggage cart for his and Amelia's bags. He quickly loads the cart and then the trio leave the airport to go and get a car rental for while they were in Belfast.

August 9th, 2008
2:13 PM GMT
Odyssey Arena, Belfast, Northern Ireland

The last couple of days had been full of information. Conner O'Malley had passed on the message had been sent to carry and then had seeming vanished into the woodwork. Just has he had been ordered to. Though he would be around for Zanatos match later in the week he had made it pretty clear that neither of his fellow Brotherhood of the Fallen comrades would see him until then. It was still a few days until Zanatos had his next match but he figured he needed to come to the arena and get a feel for the place.

So here he was slowly waking down the hallways towards the locker that had been issued to him for the week. He was preparing for almost anything after the week he had in the ring on the last edition of Global Extreme Wrestling's Sunday Night Chaos. He gotten a much needed win and now was looking to continue the trend. Yet he had no clue on who he would be facing.

So it was with a bit of eager anticipation that Darian slowly stepped into the room that had been loaned to him for his use that week. He steps insides and finds a piece of paper on the desk. It was the card for the show this week. As he scans it his eyes narrow slowly. Then it hits him, he was facing Empire of Blood member Devin Rhys. Of all the luck in this world Darian had been forced to face one of the four people that would make his job harder to complete.

With a sigh Zanatos takes a seat in the chair by the desk and slowly looks over the card again. This was going to be a disaster regardless of what he did. If he lost he showed the world that his win the week before had been a fluke. Yet if he won this match he would throw up a hindrance in his getting close to Thor.

Damn his luck sometimes. He was now in a place that many would consider impossible. He felt like a chunk of iron trapped between the anvil and hammer. He was slowly confused on how to come out on top in what was going to be a long convoluted puzzle. A puzzle that he needed to solve before he lost himself completely.

With a quiet sigh he forces himself out of his chair and slowly stands up. With a slow motion he sets the Chaos card back on the desk and then moves to set it down. Once the paper was on the table Zanatos slowly turns to step out into the hall. He knew he needed to go and talk to Thor before this week's match but with out a doubt in his mind he had no clue how to do just that.

So Zanatos closes the door to his locker and slowly starts down the hallway searching for the locker room of Sah'ta Thor. As he searches his cell phone rings. He takes the call and suddenly turns to leave the arena now focusing on a much bigger problem. He needed to go meet up with Conner and Amelia and that took precedence over finding and talking with Thor.

The mass

August 6, 2008
6:36 PM GMT
Saint Anthony's Parish Church, Belfast, Northern Ireland

Zanatos slowly steps into the back of the church as the several people slowly come and go fro their confessions. As he waits he sees the two people he had come to meet. With grins he makes his way to their pew and waits for a quiet moment as he sits down. Once seated he slowly kisses Amelia's cheek and then waits to find out what is going on.

As they wait a red robed Cardinal slowly moves towards them and without a word signals for them to follow him. With a nod from Amelia the trio follow the church official and soon find themselves in a quite back room.

"So my children what brings you to Saint Anthony's this day? Though it matters not since we all do the Lord's work."

"We had come for the evening Mass Cardinal."

"Blessed are you indeed."

With a smile the Cardinal sets a $20 dollar bill into Conner's hand. All in all the signal had been passed. The three assassin's share a look and the look back at the Cardinal.

"Greeting Brother, what news do you bring for us?"

"Nothing official that I have heard in the confessional Sister. I am sure you can understand that. But I can tell you this much, there has been talk in the underground that something big is about to happen. Be careful what you do here in Belfast. That is all I can say. Now I must be getting to up to my confessional booth. So if you will excuse me."

The three follow the Cardinal out of the room and slip back into their pew as they wait for the Mass to begin.

~~~

The Mass was a beautiful affair and as the congregation sung hymns and generally worshipped the evening. As the three members of the Brotherhood of the Fallen sit there they too get into the spirit of the moment and as the time for the Lord's Pray comes their voices are part of the chant.

"Our father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done, on Earth as it is in Heaven. Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us. And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. For Thine is the kingdom, and the power, the glory, now and forever. Amen."

The three of them partake of Communion then leave the church to go their separate ways for the evening. Zanatos and Amelia head to an out of the way club for dinner and drink to relax for the upcoming match tomorrow.

Warning

August 25, 2008
3:41 AM PST
Unknown Warehouse

It was dark; a pitch black unnatural darkness; the type of darkness that is shown in Hollywood as one of the big “oh no it is supposed to be scary" indicators. But this darkness hid a secret, one that was about to be discovered. Suddenly the darkness is chased away by the now burning over head lights; lights that revealed a gruesome scene.

Hanging tied to the ware house rafters was the form of Zanatos. He arms were spread out and tied (maybe trya different word, like secured) to the beams with a silk rope at the wrists, inner elbows, and biceps, but it was the demented upside down smiley face on the floor below in Zanatos' blood that gave a clue as to what had happened.

It was a clue that only several others pick up on if any did at all. It was a warning to both Zanatos and the Empire of Blood. A war was coming and the sides were slowly taking shape. The armies were amassing for the impending bloodshed.

The shocked night shift guard sees the scene and then calls the police. What should have been a routine day in warehouse had been broken up by the discovery of the still breathing, and tied up Zanatos.

The guard steps out into the night air and waits for the police to arrive as the words Imperial Shipping are seen on the outside of the door behind him.

The scene fades away as the flashing lights of several approaching cop cars and an ambulance come closer.

Take 2

August 25, 2008
11:42 AM PST
Portland Hospital

Beep...beep....beep...The sound of machines beeping greet Zanatos' ears as he slowly returns to the land of the aware. He slowly opens his eyes and sees the all too lovely image of several various monitoring machines set up abound him. Looking around, he sees the I.V. that is slowly feeding blood into his body as well as its companion that was keeping him hydrated. With a groan he knew instantly where he was. Another week and another hospital. This seemed to be a growing trend.

"Uggg can someone tell me what happened?"

It was strange; the last thing he remembered was Amelia telling him she had a job back home and needed to go for a few days. Then there was nothing until he woke up in this hospital bed. What had happened in the mean time was not something he knew. But from the looks of it, the events had been rather unpleasant. He wanted to know what had happened so he pushed the nurses call button. What seemed like an eternity later a bored looking green scrubs wearing nurse comes in.

"Can I help you?"

With a barely suppressed sigh he looks at her and blinks. He had pressed the call button after all so of fucking course he wanted something.

"Two things please. One can I get something to eat? And can you get someone who can let me know why I am even here?"

"I will have a doctor come in to talk to you soon."

Zanatos watches as the nurse walks out of the room.



August 27, 2008
1:22 PM PST
Unknown Location

Zanatos was pissed. Most definately pissed. How else could he describe the way he had been treated the last few days. It was bad enough it was seeming to be a habit to wake up in a hospital room the night of a Global Extreme Wrestling event. But the way the doctor's had played hot patato with his file was agravating. So Zanatos had left the hospital and called up the local Brotherhod of the Fallen safe house.

It was there that he figured he could rest up and catch up on current events. Well that was the plan anyway but mostly he had been doing a lot of thinking. He was the number one contender for the Omega Title...again. So that meant he would be facing Scott Savage soon for the second time. But it was interesting to think that he had beaten Curt Evans.

Beaten him in a match that the bosses has told be his last attempt at holding the Omega Title for a long time if he lost. So what had the asshole done after his loss? He stole the Extreme Chaos Title, a title that had been second away from gracing Zanatos' waist, and burned it. Then had put in his own No Limits Title, a belt not even sanctioned by the Global Extreme Wrestling management.

No if it ever came down to it Zanatos would defend the ideals of the Extreme Chaos Title to the death. Curt Evans was a coward nothing more. The 'title" he claimed to hold was nothing more than an over sized belt buckle in his opinon. No Evans was a fraud and cheap ass. But more so than ever Zanatos wondered what his next match was since it seems he had the weekend off.

September 5, 2008
5:22 PM PST
Tacoma Dome, Tacoma, Washington.

Zanatos walks the back halls of the next arena to host the Global Extreme Wrestling's Sunday Night Chaos. He looks at the doors and notices something. The office that the owners of Global Extreme Wrestling had been given to use was empty still. And upon a second look around he notices that there wasn't a locker room set aside for Brooke McGrath. Oh well it would make his up coming match less complicated. But no it would be difficult enough to face just Reese Black.

Now there was a strange one. But then again it seems Global Extreme Wrestling was full of strange people. Speaking of events Zanatos had to figure out what to do with this whole Scott Savage trying to mentor him. The man had a point that he was getting soft but there were just somethings Zanatos wouldn't do. But regardless in the end it would be chosen and acted upon in the heat of the moment. And truth be told Zanatos was stressed out and in need of release.

Amelia had been on assignment longer than expected and he was well getting to the point that a little sadism would do him some good. Oh how he was prepared to shed the blood of a some deserving prick. But that was another topic for another time.

With a sigh he stops infront of the conference room where he hears the sounds of Sah'ta Thor's voice. The words though were hard to hear. After a moment Zanatos opens the door and steps inside the room.....

Reunion

September 20, 2008
7:50PM PST
Hotel

They say that hospitals are there to help. But Zanatos had become somewhat of an expert on the subjet and knew that they weren't what they were cracked up to be. He had woken up 3 out of last four mondays in a hospital bed and it was getting old. No more, It was time he sent someone esle to hospital instead. Who ever his next opponent was would learn what he felt like to be in a hospital bed.

Zanatos was at that moment preparing to head to bed early since there was really nothing to do while wating for the next Global Extreme show. As he lays down the door opens and in walks Amelia with a key card in hand. A startled smile crosses Zanatos lips as he realizes that something had just come up for the night.

Gravestone

May 3, 2011
9:53 AM EDT
Location Unknown

"My father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done, on Earth as it is in Heaven. Give me this day my daily bread, and forgive me my trespasses, as I forgive those who trespass against me. And lead me not into temptation, but deliver me from evil. For Thine is the kingdom, and the power, the glory, now and forever. I am praying for your guidance Lord. Send me a sign so that I may know your will. Amen."

The sound of a man’s tired voice could be heard as he finishes prayers. As the man’s image comes into focus is revealed to be that of a man whom Global Extreme Wrestling had not seen since his loss to Scott Savage at Collision Course 2008. He was the one and only Angel of Death, Zanatos. His departure from the company had hardly been noticed and for that he was glad because he would make what he was about to do even more entertaining.

Yet before he could reenter the Global Extreme Wrestling ranks he had to come clean on something. The entire time he had been in the GEW he had also been a member of the roster of a place called the XWCWF. A fed that he had held a championship in and even had been so kinda as to pay for the title to be redesigned and renamed. After his lost at Collision Course Zanatos has let his contract with the GEW end quietly while he became the sole property of the the XWCWF roster. A place that he relished with great enjoyment.

But an assignment that had gone terribly wrong had forced him to quit wrestling. That had been over two years earlier. Two long years since he had stepped into a wrestling ring, though the reality of the situation was that he had been keeping up his form in the hopes that one day he would be able to return to the wrestling ring. The time was nearing, he could feel it in his heart, he was needed once more. He slowly rises to his feet lightly placing a hand on the grave stone in front of him.

As he does the words on the tombstone are shown.



With a pained sign he walks away from the grave of his deceased wife. Her death had nearly destroyed him completely. The only thing that had kept him going was the one child that she had given birth too. In fact it was the birth of his son Issac that had caused Amelia’s death. It had been a the side effect of an unknown complication resulting from undiscovered haemophilia. Simply put Amelia had died because her blood was slow to clot. A very bad situation for a women delivering baby. In short she had bled out before before the doctor’s could figure out what was wrong.

A death that could have been prevented had they known she had the genetic markers for it. Yet that would have required a suspicion of her being sick in the first place. So over the last twenty-one months Zanatos had been raising his son Issac Melvin Manson as best he could. Yet, being a part of the Brotherhood of the Fallen, a group of assassins that only killed the corrupt and criminal, meant that he had often had to to spend days away from the boy.

Amelia had been the group’s leader, known as the Goddess, and her death had created an opening at the top. While some had resented Zanatos the unintentional role he had played in her death, he had been offered the position. An offer that while flattering had been turned down in favor of Archangel, a man better suited for the job in role as a government weapons supplier. Zanatos had turned the offer down because he had needed time to grieve the loss of his wife. The Brotherhood understood the need and had left him alone for almost a year.

A year without a job assignment and living off the money he had earned over the years as well as the money Amelia had earned. All in all Zanatos’ life was comfortable and would remain so for some time before he had to work again. Yet,after a year of inactivity he had given Issac to one of the Brotherhood orphanages for the weekend and went on a mission. A mission that dispelled the rumors of his death and in the process may him remember how much he had missed the action.

So for the last nine months he had been doing two or three jobs a month slowly amping up their difficulty while he helps to make the world a better place. Each of the men or women he had been sent to kill had deserved all the got from him. Organ harvesters became the harvested, rapists became the raped, and oppressors became the oppressed. Each death a service to humanity. Yet, the price was that with each mission Zanatos had lost time with his son. He had missed Issac’s first steps, had missed so much of the toddlers life over the last nine months that it was unforgivable. Though even that was rationalized by the fact that by spending the time apart the world was becoming a better place.

After each of his mission he went and spent time at Amelia’s grave telling her what he had done. However, there was a growing darkness within him that threatened to devour his very soul. It was from such a visit that we find him departing from at this very moment. The grave was in the graveyard one of the Brotherhood of the Fallen’s lesser used safe houses and was properly tended to while Zanatos was not around. This was in part because Zanatos was a member of the inner council, the unspoken heir to the power role of leader, and Archangel’s right hand. As he left the graveyard one of his several cell phones rang.

A phone that only one person had the number to and hadn’t rang in sometime. He answers the call with a puzzled look on his face. “Hello? How may I help you?” The reply makes Zanatos grin as he squares his shoulders as you can see his body tense with purpose. “Where do you want to meet Nathaniel?” Using the caller’s real name gave Zanatos perverse satisfaction while he waited for the reply. “On my way. I will be there in a few hours.” He ends the call and leaves the Brotherhood safe house once more.

Meeting

May 3, 2011
12:49 PM EDT
Location Unknown

Zanatos was leaning up against metal support railing looking out over the water of the lake below as he waited for the person who had called him to arrive. It wasn’t long before he heard the footsteps approaching him then stop as figure moves to stand beside him. Turning his head slightly he could see the face of man known to the world as Sah’ta Thor. Zanatos waits for his guest to speak first as he had been the one to set up the meeting in the first place. “Hello there Darrin, I trust life is treating you alright.”

“Nathaniel you know damn well how life is treating me. I lost my wife twenty-one months ago, how do you think life has been? Not that it matters as I need to move on and live for Issac." A moment passes in silence as the two men are left to their thoughts. Finally Thor begins to speak after a deep breath. “I can relate to that feeling Darrin but I didn’t call you out here to bring up painful memories. Rather I want to know if you have been watching any wrestling lately.”

“Yeah I have been keeping up with GEW, good work there by the way. I hope you win the World Title at Extreme Extravaganza. I heard the other fed I used to be in is back up and running. In fact managed to can catch part of the last eXecution. Why do you ask?’ By now Zanatos had shifted so that he was side leaning on the rail in order to better see Thor’s face. A face that held a slight smirk on it before he hears the answer. “Well I don’t know how much you know about the XWCWF’s current plight but they are in the middle of a restart. Seems they are in need of some financial backing in order to stay afloat and I have been looking at investing. One of the guys on the roster is a buddy of mine and says the talent is a great and worth the investment.”

“And what does this have to do with me?” Zanatos smirks in amusement as sees Thor’s devilish grin. “Simple I need you to use your sway as the originator of the Hybrid Rules Title to set up a meeting for me with Nathan Reid. Between you and James I am assured to get a meeting set up. Zanatos nods slowly as he looks back over the water. “And just what do you intend to do with the XWCWF Thor? Why would you of all people be interested in investing in a company that you have never been a part of?”

“Remember when I had you arrange that meeting with Omega? Well let’s just say that I haven’t forgotten the place or the people in it. When I heard it was back up and running and the budget situation I begun to think about helping them out. Then I was invited to see an episode of eXecution to see it live and I liked what I saw, the place has potential. In fact, I will be at the show to get another look at the roster one more time. But I intend to try and buy the company out.” Zanatos takes a minute to process the request before looking into Thor’s eyes.

“And how is this supposed to solve the issues going on with the X’s start up? Zanatos knew full well that the Sah’ta Thor was a man who did things with a purpose. And as one of the two men who would leave Extreme Extravaganza as the GEW World Champion. He was the owner of the multi-billion dollar Imperial Enterprises and the head of the Empire of Blood. The Empire of Blood, the social movement that was fronted the work of a group of professional wrestlers. And the stable that Zanatos had belonged to before he had left the GEW. Though leaving the GEW didn’t end his membership in the Empire of Blood. “What do you have planned Thor? And don’t give me any crap about not having anything planned. I have watched you since I left the GEW.”

“I would have expected that from you Darrin. Yes I have something planned and it is brilliant. I think you will appreciate its brilliance. I will buy the rights to the entirety of the XWCWF from contracts to exclusive rights to their event archives. Archives that I will air on the Imperial Broadcast Network, the same channel that I will be airing GEW Inferno on in a few weeks. As for the current XWCWF, I will bring them into the GEW which will create a wider talent base. Thor falls silent as he waits for a reply from the former wrestler.

“I will do it Thor but only on the condition that you help me get my contract GEW resigned. I know the X would hire me back in a heart beat so I am not worried there but I Chelsea strikes me as someone would not want to hire back a man with known ties to you.” Zanatos fall silent for a moment then smirks as he realizes something. Something big that would make his return to the wrestling world so much more interesting. “Thor I will be there and I will make my return at Extreme Extravaganza somehow but in the mean time set up the Nerotique Insurrection. Meanwhile, I will go about getting my job with the X back.”

“Very good, It will be fun to see you back in the ring my friend. Now if you don’t mind I must be going as I have spent as time I as could not doing wedding business matters.”With that Thor turns away and starts to walk away. “Send me the information on your wedding and I will be there Nathaniel. With that Thor nods and once again start walking while Zanatos looks back over the water.

“Holy Father, I asked you for a sign and you have delivered it in your wisdom. I give you my thanks for hearing my prayers. I now know which way to walk and with that knowledge how to act. I pray now that you guide my steps and continue to supply me with the wisdom that I need to get through the day. Allow me to do what is right in the days to come. In the name of your perfect and blameless son, Jesus Christ. Amen.” Zanatos stares off into space for a moment before turning away from the railing. He had things to do and little time to do them in.