Son of Perseus ✓

xlvii. Elusive Vbyvtsya

Nov. 19, 2019.

How long has it been since Lukyan died? Years? Decades? Centuries? Millennia? Eons? It sure has felt that long.

I know it's only been a few weeks or months at the most, but the wound's still fresh--no scabs whatsoever have formed to cover the deep lacerations in Jasoslav's soul.

His soul... It's cracked. It's shattered. It's dark.

I know he still has it... Without it, he'd be a mindless freak, teetering over the edge--so incredibly close to devoting his life and himself to Perseus, Lucifer, and their cause.

That thought is sickening to me.

It's a fear of mine, actually.

If Jasoslav takes his place in the front, pulling the levers and turning the gears, his soul could shatter so much more--it could shatter into a million pieces... and then, suddenly, he's a soulless demon.

Nobody wants that. (I know, I know. Sounds funny coming from a monster hunter, doesn't it?)

So, that's what I do--I keep him from taking over. I bar him from taking control--he pushes against me, I push back. Harder.

I know it's not quite right, saying this is his body I'm talking about... I mean, who am I anyway? ...Just an entity that lives in his mind.

Regardless, it has to be done no matter how much I may despise it.

I've fully decided on my mission now... It took a while. I know. There was a part of me that didn't want to do it--didn't want to go through with it.

There's a tiny little part of me that's still soft--that much I'm aware of.

Jasoslav... He's still soft despite his somewhat shattering soul... He makes me weak.

Ha.

It's quite funny to me actually.

Jasoslav... He's a demon. But yet... He's still got a heart of gold... unlike, me, the monster hunter.

He's a good kid.

Jasoslav... He'd never agree to my mission... No way he would. He doesn't believe in killing. He's a pacifist. His whole 'peace above everything else' will kill him.

He doesn't realize that the world isn't all just 'sunshine and rainbows'.

The world... It's a dark, twisted nightmare full of pain and death.

And yes, I know I'll contribute a body or two in that statistic, being a monster hunter and all--but it will be needed.

Nykifor's not sure what my intentions are... It's like he doesn't trust me whatsoever. He trusts Jasoslav, but not me.

Nykifor's still convinced that there's still some way to get around all of this crap without 'needless bloodshed'.

Ha.

He's foolish.

Everytime foolish words and thoughts like that come out of Nykifor's mouth, I laugh.

Every. Single. Time.

Nykifor's paid no attention to what Perseus and Lucifer did to Athanasia, Agnar, Olwyn, and Avalon. He didn't even bat an eye.

Nykifor looked the other way when the terrible, cold, grim fates were bestowed upon Pagan and Lukyan.

He truly doesn't care.

Nykifor's still convinced that we need to take Jasoslav home... Take him back home to his wretched mother--Dasha.

I can't bear to think what Dasha's done to Jasoslav's younger brother--Mykhail--in our absence; though, I'm not quite sure if that fear is Jasoslav's or my own.

It's funny to me actually...

Jasoslav...Nykifor and I... Our fate and memories are solidly intertwined--so much so that sometimes I can't tell where I end and where they begin.

There's one thing I do know for sure.
It's about Perseus's followers.... They're tyrannical. They're bloodthirsty... power hungry. They want to see the world and the realms shatter like glass.... And they need to be erased.

As long as Perseus's lackeys remain, nobody is safe--to them, the world's just this small, fragile, fickle thing that needs to be destroyed no matter the cost.

They don't care who gets hurt. They don't care who dies in the process.

They're menaces. They're dangerous. They need to be stopped.

I've been scouring paranormal word and talk for their locations.... And I believe I may finally have a lead.

Let red stain the blades.

Y. Markov.