TW: Murder.
Milo felt as if he was about to be sick at any minute as he faced the battered and bruised man in front of him. Aries was broken, that was no question about it. Yet, something in the sorcerer made the hunter trust him. Maybe the soothing spell, maybe the horrified expression he had on his face as he looked over at the hunter - and he intended to honor his word.
- So tell me, Aries...
His voice was as gentle as Milo could be in the moment - which was impressive by itself, considering all the feelings he had bubbling inside. He was still so angry at their group, as how they were planning to exterminate so many people just because of... He didn't know. Did they? All that hate and planning, all that bloodshed, for what?
It was hard to convey that man, that frail human in front of him, was the responsible one for turning centuries of his life upside down. Hunting creatures that only wanted to live their own afterlives and do what they needed to. He wondered if the hunters had the faintest idea of how much culture and knowledge about the very Earth - the very same they'd say they were trying to protect - would be lost if the Occult Realm was destroyed. Did he have the slightest notion of how much all of the magical creatures had to do just to remain anonymous to humans?
At the same time, a part of him had pity on the man. And yet another portion of himself was secretly thankful, as being in Czechia was finally realizing him from so much angst.
- How did you begin hunting? Your kind was dormant for so many years. Why come back now?
- I... I'm not sure. My parents died and we're cleaning the house, selling their belongings, distributing things. And we found this book. It looked like it would crumble when we touched it, but it didn't. It had runes all over, I had never seen something like it, but somehow we could read it all.
- Who is "we"? Fane and you?
Aries hesitated, his feistiness showing on his gaze once again. He swallowed and held his chin high, keeping his eyes on Milo as if to remind him of his promise.
- Fane, myself, and Cyran. He's the middle child.
The sorcerer felt his stomach sinking again. Everything felt wrong - the power that invaded him through the relic made his body feel weird, the sights and smells and anxiety mixed like cement growing in his stomach. He was not the right person for that job. How the fuck was he supposed to tell Duke about a third hunter?! The realization of what he had just promised hit him like bricks as he understood what that entailed.
- Cyran is the one you're protecting.
- Yes. And now you are too. They cannot kill my brother. I don't know what happened to us... We found that paper, then all the weapons, and something woke inside of us. We all had those dreams and we just... Knew what we had to do. - His tone began shifting again, becoming more insidious, the hate overflowing through his eyes. - Your kind is an abomination. I don't care how nice you pretend to be, you're soulless creatures and Earth will only be a peaceful place when you're all dead.
The sorcerer wanted to scream, to debate, but could he, really? Say to a man so severely hurt under a demon and a vampire's hands that they were not monsters? He could present a thousand different examples, but would it matter?
- I guess humans and creatures are more similar than we like to convey. We're all just different types of monsters.
His sentence made Aries pause, taken aback, and Milo got the chance to ask more questions.
- So, one more group of hunters. Did that document let you know if there's more, other than the ones in our family? Does it mention witches or werewolves?
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