Stephan rode in the horse pulled carriage for the last hour, he was on a mission to investigate reports about someone who tailed his letters with the words, “From hell.”
Back in Agartha, there was another man in Agarthan history who prided himself that he came from hell, but this man supposedly died two thousand years ago.
This was not the problem, he could have got himself a time traveling Arcanos, and he could have faked his death, after all, the man was a monster and a lot of Agarthans wanted to kill the man back then.
To make things further complicated, the man was a purple, a mage, and he was as elusive as they got.
He was also known to target fertile women, slaughter them, and collect certain organs from their bodies to supposedly work on an immortality spell, which fit what whoever used the “From hell” signature in this time and this place.
Stephan had a DNA tracker, something that the people of the surface would not be able to invent for another three hundred years.
It was hard to find DNA of someone who lived two thousand years ago, but Agartha operated on magic as well as science, and DNA was collected from the man himself.
The carriage stopped and Stephan stepped out and looked at the five stories high gabbled building, the one they called The Scotland Yard.
It looked eerie in a way, men and women were buzzing around it, oblivious to the fact that the building looked like it watched them keenly.
Stephan shook the eerie feeling away and stepped inside. He introduced himself as detective inspector Steven Williams, sent from Glasgow to join the ongoing investigation of the Whitechapel murders.
Days passed by, weeks even, and the DNA tracker couldn’t pick the scent of the elusive killer. But Steven had his mission, he has to take this man back to Agartha.
Then the fifth victim fell to the ruthless man, Steven read the reports, and according his knowledge of the history of the murderer, he needed only two victims to complete his spell.
He was afraid that he was failing his mission. He has to travel outside of the crowded city to be able to contact the council of security in Agartha.
He needed help.
To be continued …
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