Bloodwrit - Chapter I
Summary: Years after Lucien's downfall, Vendetta comes across Jonathan's dying body in Lightside. Though loathe to have anything to do with the boy, he saves Jonathan...if only to keep attention off of himself and his own dealings. But what was Jonathan doing to be left for dead in an alley in the first place? As usual, the dealings of Darksiders are never simple.
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Chapter I
Vendetta did not consider himself to be an impetuous man. Perhaps, on occasion, he could admit to letting his temper get the better of him—times when rage filled him and there was nothing left but purpose and the desire for bloodshed—but he liked to think he was rational. Patient. Like all true predators, he could wait decades to spring a trap if need be. For all his reputation, not a soul ever seemed to see him coming. But he was in Lightside at the moment, where his reputation didn’t really mean anything and so it was a moot point.
Dusk had begun to fall over London, bathing the city in a watery golden-orange glow. Vendetta’s car slunk through the city streets like a prowling cat, the engine little more than a faint purr as they made their way back to his flat through the heavy traffic. He paid little mind to the Lightsiders, however—instead, electing to scribble down notes in a small journal. Lightside was…dull. Tame. Certainly the technology was of some interest to him, but, for the most part, to live here was to live in tedium. Not that Darkside was much better at times, but the principle was the part that counted. And he had business here at present, which made it matter even less.
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