@grimmwald:
There were no Strigidae here.
Only a man who once stood proud among their number. A man who dedicated his life to the mutant cause. A man who fought his way into their ranks and whose eyes pooled with tears of pride when he knelt to make his sacred oaths.
A man who fell before a young challenger. A man who died. A man whose failure ripped his dream away from him and stripped him of the bonds of brotherhood that he held so dear.
But his story did not end there. He was useful so he was re-animated and bound to the service of the Seven Secret Masters. Those sinister seven held him at the end of a simple leash; they alone supplied the drug that kept him alive. Without daily injections his re-animated body would return to the grave from which it had been plucked.
Obedience was life. Disobedience was death.
Such were the ways of the Strigidae. Even the cold hand of death did not separate a Strigidae from his oaths. From his duty.
Years ago he had been commanded to return to the abandoned Nest 629 and take command of the Blackdaggers. The Blackdaggers were a group of former Strigidae, those who had abandoned their oaths, turned their back upon binding utterances written in blood.
Traitors. Filth. Scum.
Boresight hated them. But the Secret Masters held their reigns just as they held his. Neural reprogramming, deep-level cognitive conditioning and psychoactive drug cocktails had been used to give the Secret Masters a backdoor into their very thoughts. They were no longer in control. The Secret Masters were, and through them, Boresight.
Secret even to the Strigidae at large the Blackdaggers were a deniable asset in the hands of the Secret Masters, a blade in the night to be wielded against their enemies, controlled by a man whose life depended upon his obedience for Boresight had been given the control words to the Blackdaggers.
With them he fought a secret war against the enemies of the Seven Secret Masters. Even the Strigidae were unaware that those who betrayed or failed them in life often served their masters after death.. or after the death of even the freedom of thought for such was the power of the brainwashing techniques used by the Secret Masters that the Blackdaggers could not betray them even if they wished to.
Boresight had been alerted to Grimmwald's approach and he stood in the center of the court yard, his hands clasped behind his back. The ex-Strigidae watched the Orochi and the Horned Saint through the lenses in his mask, his pistols holstered at his hips and his knives sheathed across his back.
The Blackdaggers swept the courtyard behind them. They were traitors. Boresight hated them and forced them to do manual labor when they were not on a mission.
He did not recognize Grimmwald. Not at first.
"Whoever you are, make peace with your gods and devils. I shall give you five minutes to pray and then I will send you to meet them."
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