Heir of Fury

Epigraph

EpigraphThere's a vast place between black and white, good and evil. It's a distinct line, easily recognizable. But in the vast of the gray, where the edges are often blurred, there are no lines. Good can be found in evil, the same time evil can be found in good. There are greater evils, there are greater goods. Sometimes, being what I am, evil and good are hard to be told apart. I am the familiar of a greater evil, maybe even the greatest of all. For him I hunt. I choose who lives and who dies. Or become something monstrous that a million deaths is nothing but kindness in comparison.

The Hunters cheer me on, the Sidhe have my back. They say it is for the greater good, for the survival of all mankind. But they underestimate Remo, how close he is to achieving his goals. How I have helped him do so. The end is almost within his reach.

In this pre-apocalyptic time, I am the devil. A mere minion of the end. Owned by Remo, I collect the bodies of greedy people, to be possessed with beings from the Quasar Stellar.

So Remo's army grows. He trusts me more than any other agent, but he doesn't trust me enough to reveal the location of the main portal, the permanent gap in time and dimension that brought him to this world. I know the Sidhe will grow impatient. I know the Hunters will become restless, anxious to hear “good news”. No one has given me an ultimatum but I know it'll come.

Maybe soon they will decide I have taken too long and too many lives have been lost, and they'll try to get rid of me. Maybe they will be doing me a favor. Maybe I'll fight back and they will realize the monster I have become.

Regardless, or until that ultimatum, I search the caves relentlessly, whenever Remo is not present. I have found private quarters in these caverns, old documents forgotten. They are not about Remo's secret lair or the notes he made of the portal. But there are valuable documents there. Documents I dare not tell anyone about. They aren't evil or good, but they can be used for either purpose. I don't trust myself with them. I don't trust the path I will choose when the time comes.

–Roxanne Fosch