I. Can. Not. Fucking. Believe. It. Magic, vampires, werewolves, and other shit that goes “bump” in the night are fucking real. Seriously?! In spite of the evidence in front of me, I’m more than half hoping that I’m hallucinating all of this. Maybe it’s a dream. I really don’t want to blame that amazingly weird water, if it was filled with drugs and shit that are messing us up then that means that we’re still in that fucking fight club bullshit. If I’m not dreaming then that means that I just made a deal with the goddamned Devil himself. (Sorry, mom.) Though he prefers to be called Armanstead, apparently.
I’m getting ahead of myself. Before all that some sickos abducted me out of my own bed. I live in a shit neighborhood so I’m not sure I should be too surprised by that, mainly I’m surprised by who did the abducting. I’d expect some bullshit like that from the Saint, but from some damned vamps that don’t know me from Adam! What the fuck. How’d they even know about me? Whatever. Regardless of how they knew (I’m sure I’ll figure out more about that as I learn more about the supes), what they did, what they made us do, is what really sticks in my throat. It got real fucking bloody.
Maybe these new nightmares will replace the old ones.
Thankfully? Bek, or Beks, or whatever the fuck she wants to be called (she’s real friendly), and I were rescued by this group of supes that call themselves Maelstrom. Saving us was just a “bonus”, I’m assuming they were there for the vamps’ “Invisible Prince”, put a stop to his excesses or whatever. The Prince overpowered them quick like. They say he’s real old, and I’m getting the distinct impression that there’s a direct correlation between age and power, ‘cause Constantine swooped in and put a stop to the Prince like he was nothing. Apparently he’s older than Methuselah. …Fuck. I wonder if there really is a Methuseleh. I wonder if he was a vampire.
Anyway, the rest is history. He recruited us for “the Corporation” (God. I’m using a fuck to of quotation marks) and, after a justifiable amount of disbelief I think, took us to meet Noah. That Noah. …I’m really not sure if the Catholic church is wasting their goddamn time or if they should feel fucking justified, all this weird mystical bullshit is legit to a certain extent. From what Armenstead said, angels are real and they work for the “God-machine”. Not exactly what my confirmation classes taught me.
Noah seemed excited to meet us, seems this Union project has been a pet project of his. He just needed to find people of the correct bloodline. People with all of the supe types in their blood, specifically two generations back. Seems Beks and I meet the criteria. I didn’t know any of my grandparents, but damn! They had some secrets. According to Noah we should be able to take the different supernatural types on and off like suits.
- There are three of us so far in our team, Beks and myself as field agents and Prescott is our office agent.
- We’ve tried on our first “suit” and gone hunting as werewolves with Misha, the leader of Maelstrom.
- Beks and I are headed to Chicago to recruit a mage named Jean Vinova for our team.
- I will be working with the Invisible Prince, as his “Herald”, to unite and manage the supes in Detroit.