Part 1

The voice was full of rage. Full of righteous fury. Full of vengeance.
'Do you remember?'
He remembered. Centuries had past but he remembered.
Do you remember?
The youngest son, the spare spare.
Do you remember?
The third son, always weaker, always smaller.
Do you remember?
Nothing to inherit, nothing to offer, nothing to gain.
Do you remember?
Oh how he remembered.
The fear, the frustration. The Dreams. Like calls to like.
He remembered the day they met. So similar. He remembered the days that they planned. So elegant.
Oh how he remembered
The reflection in the mirror. Bloodied, broken. The praise of the father to the first. The sneer, the only acknowledgement for him. For the third.
If you beat a dog, you gain a beast. Fearsome. Mindless. A fate that he would not allow. The thought that was not his own. Monster you must be, lest monster you become.
Oh how he remembered
Like calls to like, and together dreams were made flesh. So simple, so elegant. The third became the second. The second became the first. No suspicion. No questions. How simple, how elegant. How vicious.
Do you remember?
He remembered. But that was a long time ago. When he was human. Centuries had past.

A moment had past.
He smiled. Cold. Vicious. Sadistic.
'Monster', the voice that was righteous had turned to dread.
'Monsters we are lest monsters we become. Your little tricks of faith will not aid you Hunter.'
With blinding speed he reach out. A short sharp snap sounded into the night.

Out of the shadows another steped and stood beside him looking down at the body with a smirk.
Like calls to like

'Well Xander, one less pain in the ass. Mind you I do miss having a good challenge like back in the olden days, remember them?'

'Yes, I do.'