Lucas and Morgan: The Epic Continues Forum Transmigration theorem.

The snowflakes danced wildly as the wind ran through the forest trees, no control, no direction, as if they were caught in the midst of rushing deer with nothing to do but to follow along. Trees stood tall like terrifying creatures, thin spindly claws reaching out to what little sun there was to find in the winter day, the leaves had long since fallen and fruits of harvest had been picked.
 
The silence is broken
 
The childs feet are almost swallowed whole by the snow, but he pushes forward. determined by sheer will to escape the cold that was biting at him, eager to eat his fill and sit in front of the fire, He had been out far too long and he knew if he didn't hurry his father would surely give him a lashing. He stopped. Through the silence he could hear the sound of Branches being broken, snapped and falling, the sounds of a wolfs howl echoed into the night. The child froze, fear gripping his heart and locking his legs in place. The beast was getting closer, he could hear the sound of it's heavy feet as it pushed through the leaves and bracken.

"Why don't you run?"

The child whimpers. He had heard the stories of wild men who preyed on small children, suddenly he wished it were just the wolves.

"Look at me when I speak to you boy"

He flinches, the voice is loud and booming, Rough and haughty. The child is afraid, but does as the voice commands. Slowly he turns his head to see a man, easily seven feet tall hunched over a a fallen tree, his dark hair wet with sweat and blood. His eyes glowing in the darkness. The man is Bear like in form, a cape of fur draped around him and arms that look like they could rip the heart out of a mountain. The man Smiled a toothy grin, blood seeping through his sharp teeth and trickling through his beard and onto the fallen snow.

"Why aren't you running? You scared boy?"

The man asks, propping himself up against the tree he raises himself, only to stumble forward. the Child can see several arrows protruding  from the mans back, some dug deeper than others. The man splutters a cough and more blood stains the white powder.

"You're dying" The child says, his voice cautious and scared. He notices the mans sword dug into the ground, a towering thing no normal man could possibly hold with just one hand. The man laughs haughtily at the child. stepping forward. trying to keep himself up he leans against his sword but to no avail. He drops to his knees and curls forward

"Perceptive little runt aren't you?" He spits. There isn't much time left. The man looks to the moon. still full. "Brave too I bet, grow up to be big and strong like your pap?" The boy nods. "What's your name Boy?" The hulking mass approached closer. faster. Pushing through the white snow and leaving a trail of blood behind him.
"Lucas" The boy whimpers fear gripping his heart once more. The man approaches faster, now crawling but still maintaining speed.

"Lucas. I like that name".



He stepped out of bed, the room was dark and damp, a small no good apartment in a small no good part of town. The Neon lights from outside danced among the blinds of his window. flickering on and off they advertised their wares. cheap booze and even cheaper hookers. Lucas looked outside. he could see the cornucopia of dirt and street life that lived in his city. Women of the night, pushers, and other various forms of lowlife and ne'er-do-wells flocked the streets every night. People that no one would ever miss. This was life in Angel city. This was Lucas' home. He looked to the sky, light pollution had made it near impossible to see the moon most nights, but he could still feel it there, watching him, almost beckoning. Lucas shook his head and made his way into the kitchen.

He opened the fridge door and inspected its contents. Mostly empty. The few Bottles of beer rattled in the door as he opened it. He had mostly abstained from putting meat in the fridge as it went foul within days, picking up the only slab left he realised this was still the case.
"You coming back to bed baby?" a sleepy figure poked their head out of the bed room. a mess of hair and the embodiment of sex stood in his door way, Lucas lapped her up with his senses. 'Yeah, I definitely needed to eat.' he thought to himself. Closing the fridge door he smiled a toothy grin.

"Yeah babe. Just heading out for a bit"

The Beautiful thing about this city, Lucas thought to himself, is that everyone here is running from something. Whether criminal or petty it didn't matter, But if you were in this part of Angel city you weren't looking to be found anytime soon. It made this place perfect for someone of lucases tastes. 

There was a club in South Angel city which was the go to place for people wanting to have a good time. Angel Dust they called it, later infamous for being the birthplace of the drug of the same name, it's origins were much darker.

Johnny had a couple of young women with him, they were busy chatting away and Lucas had his mind on other things, for one he still hadn't eaten and his appetite was growing. He looked around at the club. It was fairly dimly lit with booths circled around a large dance floor that was kept alive by some Swing Jazz band Lucas was sure he'd never heard of. He wasn't a big jazz fan, nor was he a musician but he had a saxophone back in his apartment, he liked to think it gave him some kind of mystique. He made a mental note to pick it up sometime.

Out of the corner of his eye he could see a group of young men heading towards a door behind the Bar. They were slick in every sense of the word, dark suits and even darker hair, it was almost laughable, There were people you couldn't even tell were part of the supernatural world, people who hid incredibly well in this day and age. They could have been anything, Priests, Teachers, hell, even the guy making your burgers. Then there were these guys. Classy acts the lot of them. Demons and monsters too fond of the old days to realise that their day time disguises made them look like, well.look like a******s.

Lucas decided that this was as good a time as any to make his move. "Johnny I'm just gonna go use the can. I'll see you later" He said getting out of the corner booth. The girls in Johnnys arms moaned and waved their goodbyes, Lucas made a note to remember their faces. Pushing through the crowd he made his way to the Bar only to be greeted by a sour face guarding the door. "Name and password" The man said eying Lucas up and down. Lucas thought for a moment "hmm that'd be f**k and off" he said trying to push past him. The man laughed and grabbed Lucas by the arm " F**k off that's cute, your name isn't on the list. you don't get in" the big arm wrenched Lucas away from the door. "so f**k off little man" Lucas smiled, the music was still loud as anything, people were dancing the night away, He was sure he could get away with a little bit of show. " little man? how about I paint my name all over your face in blood a*****e" He let the marks show, along the right side of Lucas forehead demonic marks began to burn through, his skin started to scar and his eyes turned black, his iris and pupil a bright red. He could feel his teeth sharpen as he bared them. and his hands grow strong and sharp. His senses flared, he could hear the sound of shoes on the dance floor, he could even still hear Johnny's pitiful attempts at hitting on the two girls from across the big room. He could even hear the footsteps of the woman approaching from behind him.

"Let him in Castus" She said "he's with me". Lucas's form shifted back, He was both confused and taken aback. The hulking Demon in front of the door nodded in submission and opened the door. Lucas noted that his marks were showing as well, whoever this woman was, she had managed to defuse a volatile situation.

"Righto Madame Blacke, sorry about that"