Son of Perseus ✓

l. Unbound

Yakim Markov drummed his fingers on the desk, running over what bits of information he did know in his mind.

He exhaled.

I intercepted a letter, he began to think, twirling himself around in his spinny chair that he currently resided in. He shifted his arms so they cushioned the back of his head.

Yakim sucked in a breath. "...The letter in which was written by Jasoslav's father... Perseus." He put his foot on the ground to stop the rotation of the chair. "The letter in which was meant for a..." He exhaled again. "...Whoever this Marvin Greeley is."

Yakim stopped reclining and pushed forward in his chair. He leaned forward, resting his arms on his knees, while his fingers interlaced with each other--he just sat there, enthralled deep within his thoughts.

Perseus's doesn't seem to be after Jasoslav anymore..., Yakim began to think to himself. Jasoslav's free of his tyranny... For the time being--at least. Jasoslav's unbound--we all are. There's no one currently to push us around... Order us to cause mayhem. Yakim swallowed, sitting up, pulling his hands away from each other. His hands came to rest on his knees, respectively.

"That is until someone new rises up to power." Yakim clicked his tongue against the the roof of his mouth. "Until Lucifer unleashes his full wrath down upon the realms." He huffed. "...until Perseus gains back his power and tries for a second go in making everyone in the world his bitch."

Yakim closed his red eyes for a second, continuing to tap his shoe against the ground. Finally, the monster hunter opened his eyes again. He looked over to the nearby table before standing up from the chair, which made a click noise as he did. He wandered over to the table and drummed his fingers upon the parchment that Perseus had made.

Yakim had been spying for the first signs of paranormal tyrant activity from a secluded outpost.

When Yakim had gotten word that Perseus had sent out the letter from a trusted source, Yakim set out to intercept the letter before it reached to its final destination.

Anything to stop Perseus, Yakim had thought, internally.

Yakim had gotten into an altercation with one of Perseus's confidants while trying to obtain the location of the letter. Yakim had murdered Perseus's colleague in cold blood. Yakim didn't regret his actions for a second.

"But Jasoslav would," Yakim whispered to himself, his mind winding back to the evening of the battle. He swallowed. "Jasoslav would crumble if he found out what I did." He clenched his fingers into a loose fist. He shook his head faintly to himself. "He'd shatter."

"All of this blood," Nykifor's voice echoed as he stepped into view, causing Yakim to look up at him. "All those you've slain and cut down..." Nykifor exhaled. "Every single one you meet in battle... They end up six feet under."

Yakim laughed faintly to himself.

Nykifor scoffed. "Does that not bother you? Does that not weigh heavy on your conscious?"

Yakim pulled an amused face, to which Nykifor rolled his eyes at. "I don't know... Should it?"

Nykifor crossed his arms. In a low tone, he hissed, "Yakim..."

"Ugh." Yakim groaned. "What now?"

Nykifor shifted his weight onto the other leg. "It's like you seem to forget one thing, Yakim."

"And what might that be, oh Mighty Great one?" Yakim questioned, somewhat mockingly.

"The blood of these people isn't just on your hands, Yakim," Nykifor said, hostilely. "What you're doing... it's all while controlling someone else's body. Thanks to you and your brash, spur of the moment actions, the blood is on Jasoslav's hands now too."

Yakim froze for a second. He may have been a cold, so-called 'heartless' monster hunter, but he knew one thing for sure. He knew he cared a whole hell of a lot about Jasoslav. Yakim shook his head, inhaling deeply. "No. That's where you're wrong, Nykifor."

"Oh? Am I now?" Nykifor asked, still with a scowl mantled upon his face.

"Yeah. You are." Yakim pushed away from the table, inching his way closer and closer to Nykifor. "These actions are mine and mine alone." He swallowed. "I've masked myself... As Vbyvtsya... That way, no one will ever know. Jasoslav's safe from consequences. I've made sure of that."

"If that's what you think..." Nykifor trailed off.

Yakim exhaled, clearly annoyed, before swinging his arm right through Nykifor, making him disappear right before his very eyes.

"Ja- Yakim?" Decimus began to call out as he entered the room. The archangel had been trying his damnedest to memorize Jasoslav's mental plight and each entity that resided in his mind.

And there would be my trusted source. Yakim turned around, coming to face in the direction of the door.

"Did you get the letter?" Decimus asked him, seemingly nervous.

Yakim pushed air out of his lungs. "Yeah. I did... It's worse than I thought though."

"What? Why?" Decimus queried.

Yakim looked to the letter on the table and then back to Jasoslav's uncle. "Perseus seems to know who Vbyvtsya is."