“Speak to me of the Theta Bloodline”, asked a shadow that stood in the room.
The man was prone and high on sodium pentothal. He began telling them what they wanted to hear. With a breath, he began…
“It was all a mistake.
Granted with the darkness at the door of the human species, they should not have crossed that line. The Ancient first Marshal of the Midnight order wanted to do what they could to try and stop the darkness and create a caste of hunters with powers that they could control. He made a mistake and even she told him that.
Marshal Lycos had captured her in Africa and she was taken north to Italy to hide her. She wasn’t human, she was a lioness shifter. She had long tawny blond hair and turquoise eyes. She was a small woman of only five feet and five inches compared to other females of her kind. Her name was Theta.
She was theirs for over many a year and kept in chains when they had their fun with her. They were hunters of the current generation. They would rape her every so often for the idea of doing so because what was proposed, no one seemed to think was a bad idea at the time.
As they took her first children from her, she cried from her cage as she yelled at Marshal Lycos. “THEY WILL OBEY YOU, THEY MIGHT OBEY YOU FOR MULTIPLE GENERATIONS, BUT SOONER OR LATER THEY WILL BE SOUGHT BY MY PEOPLE AND WHEN THEY ARE YOU BRING A NIGHTMARE UPON YOUR KIND!”
He stepped forward to the cage and kicked her. “You are a slave, Theta. Shut your hole and do what you are told.”
She lay crying.
For the span of Theta’s life, she gave birth to a total of thirty children before the process eventually killed her on the birth of the last child. Of those recorded and tested, fifteen of the children were what the Marshals hoped for.
The children grew into adolescents and developed various powers that made them far more effective as hunters than previous generations. They hunted shifters with proneness, vampires fell before them. Even demons were barely a match for them.
These children were forbidden to breed before the age of thirty and then it was selective. The strongest of the fifteen were established in a blood line pattern referred to as the Alpha Theta. Then the Beta Theta and those that had a problem with any authority were called the Omega Theta.”
The man in the shadows folded his arms, “So you confess to the reason as to why the Midnight Order was able to hunt all of us to a point that we are struggling to survive?”
“These children of my dear multiple great aunt Theta, can they be assimilated into the shifter world?”
The man was hurting as the compound was being ran through his body in high doses, “In theory, yes. Because they are many generations removed from the Lions, they possess the genetic archetype to be breeders for any shifter race. This archetype has only surfaced in the female parts of the line.”
The man breathed in, “That is good to know because of your extermination of our women over the years is why we have issues with survival now. One female for a hundred shifter males and only one in those one hundred may actually be capable of impregnating her…since us shifters life mate.
“Do you know these surviving blood line females?”
“Family names, tell me.”
The man mulled it over in his brain as he searched… “Horizon, Nicholas, Yule, Santiago, Lancet, and Reignfire are the blood lines. Horizon, Nicholas, and Lancet have three girls each. Yule and Santiago have two girls each. Reignfire this generation has produced one female off spring.” The man coughed with some issues of the drug in his system.
“Your access to their data base, what is it?”
“Bruce Maxwell, username: Shadow_of_Fire. Password: Fallen Angel”
Then the man died. The drug had proven too much. Lights came up and two men that were built like weight lifters grabbed up the dead man.
The one that seemed in charge growled as he looked at the dead man, “Access the mainframe for the Midnight Order. Use his name and password. I want names, faces and as much data as we can take from them. This was their mistake and though these females will no doubt resist what we want, we are bringing our ladies home to their people.” Theta was his multiple great aunt and he was going to right the mistake that the Marshals made by taking her for breeding by gathering her wayward children, bringing them home, and making them his weapon against the Order.
“What about this piece of trash hunter”, asked one of the two men.
“I don’t want his body found for a very long time if any. Take him out and feed him to that alligator we keep around back.”
The two men dragged him out.
The man that dictated everything fought for his position among ALL the shifters and now they turned to him for leadership. This man was as nature dictated, he was the King of the Shifters and it influenced the last name he chose for himself as he weaved his way into human society to stay concealed until he was ready to bring down the Order who had been killing ALL his people.
Lucian King walked out the door and over to a plantation that he had retro fitted with how he wanted it. One of his men had run ahead to get things ready for him. As he walked into the house and down a hall, he found himself in a center with a massive screen in front of him that weaved through massive amounts of data. The man at the control center was excited.
“My King we have them by the gonads now.”
“Tell me that we are making real progress here?”
“Indeed sir. It is apparent that this guy knew what he did about the Theta because he was a handler for one. I got files printing out on all fourteen women in question.”
“Punch it up for me to see, who is he handling and is she in the area?”
“You are going to love this.” He hit a few buttons and a basic profile came up before him on the screen with a picture of a breath taking young woman.
Selena Soleus Reignfire
Weight: 110 lbs.
Hair: Brown with blonde and red highlights
Rank: Theta Omega…issues with authority and has a tendency to follow her own rules. Runt
Current location: New Orleans, Louisiana on assignment with handler Bruce Maxwell.
Lucian King felt goose bumps on his skin as he gazed at her picture. “Oh sweet little angel of mine, you are long overdue to come home.
“Did you alert the other Alpha leaders?”
“They are on their way to your building in Baton Rouge as we speak.”
“Good, get me those files and send out Lance, Shard, and Liger. I want her found and watched for now…do so subtly.”
“I will relay the command.”
Lucian turned and walked out...