**Birger POV**
What defines a persons worth? Even I don't know that much. As long as I've lived and as many people I've seen die for me or because of me... it's just... a feeling that we get. No ones worth is the same to every person. One man could have saved a child and be revered a hero by the mother. But when the man goes home he abuses his daughter and is revered as a villain.
That brings me to the question... what is my worth? What am I? The hero? The villain? I've killed, slaughtered, maimed, loved, saved, destroyed, raised, and tutored many people. But what am i? For me the answer is simple... I'm me. An enigma. Well, at the moment I guess I'd be a murderer.
"Ah, what a shitty life." I said as I stood up and looked around me, breathing heavily.
Blood. Bodies. Guts and entrails.
*I'm loosing myself.* I thought as I looked at the mess around me.
I was just walking into a bar called 'Mac's' to get some information about the demon. Turns out that this is something much bigger. Cost me 2 Liters of blood and around $40k but I got something out of it.
Some Demon overheard my conversation with Mac, the owner, and tried to shut me up. Didn't work. I got in a few punches before he called in his boys.
Mac's was well known to be a grey zone the you can get info from. For a price. Grey zones are areas where Sups are prohibited from fighting in any way, shape or form. The Supernatural Council of Order cover this place so no one breaks the rule.
Basically- they are the cops of the supernatural world. They've been around for thousands of years taking care of the more… deranged Sups.
*Baal doesn't know about this?* I thought. *Even the 'Devil' himself is privy to the actions of his demons? And why the hell would they start shit in a grey zone? Especially demons!*
As I walked out of the bar I saw the someone from the White Council- Wizards, Some Wolves, and a Fae warrior standing to the side with a Vampire.
"Halt!" The wizard said while slamming his black staff on the ground. "This is an area protected by the Supernatural Council of Order! Put your hands in the air!" He was short and stalky with white tufts of hair fringing from his mostly bald head, and had a white beard that covered his mouth and jowls.
I raised my hands up. "Yep."
The group of Sups looked at each other in confusion at my response. They were used to fear and pleading. Not… 'yep.'
These guys specifically were the 'Enforcers.' The SCO equivalent of a highly trained swat team.
"Uh… we'll… take you in for questioning." The Wizard said. "Hands behind your back."
I moved my hand behind my back and heard the wizard say 'Manica.' It meant 'handcuffs' in Latin.
*This guy uses Latin?* I thought. *Boring…*
Wizards is they can use whatever language they want for spell-casting. English works but it's less… engaging? A wizard has to confident in their ability and motivation in casting a spell. If he thinks 'this won't work' or 'this isn't right, it's evil. I shouldn't do it' then it will effectively prelude him from using the spell. Languages have power in that regard. Speaking in a specific language will put more of an emphasis on the wizard's will. I once met an English wizard who said spells with an American accent. Don't know why he chose it but hey, if he can level and entire building with a single spell, who am I to judge?
I felt the cuffs fall around my wrists and looked at the Fae.
"Hmph. I thought you assholes stayed in Ireland or Scotland or whatever." I said with a grin. "Guess your boss isn't as stuck up as I remember."
The Fae frowned at me. Loyal bunch, they are. That and the fact that I was talking shit to his face without an ounce of fear probably confused him to no end. I mean who doesn't fear Fae warriors? Just one could slaughter an entire coven of Vampires, solo.
"What're ye?" The Fae asked me as he looked at my red eye. "Ye ain't a damphir, they ain't strong enough to kill a bunch of demons."
"I'm human, I suppose." I said with a tight grin. "Have been human for a couple of years now."
"Doesn't explain how you killed the demons." A werewolf said.
"Hellstone. Got a couple of shivs on me for them." I said.
The vampire walked forward and stood directly in front of me.
"So you were planning this?" He asked.
"Planning to murder a bunch of demons in a grey zone in the middle of California with the S.C.O. Right around the corner?" I asked in a shocked voice. "Yeah, definitely! You got me, officer! Take me in!"
"Hmm…" the vampire started. "We will take you to Fort Carmen. We will have logistics see if you are telling the truth."
"Aight." I said simply.
The wizard opened a portal and we all stepped through it. We entered a dark room with a single light fixed in the middle with a desk under it and two chairs on each side. To the right I could see a mirror. One way glass, no doubt. It smelled stale.
The wizard locked the cuffs to the metal bar that was attached to the center of the desk before all of them walked out.
I waited about 15 minutes and still no one came in.
I sighed and thought. *fuck it… nap time.* Before laying my head on my arms and closing my eyes.
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**McCoy's POV**
I was sipping coffee and looking through the one way glass as I saw the man rest his head on his arms.
"All my years as a council wizard… never though I'd see somebody fall asleep in an interrogation room." I said in confusion.
"Aye." Fulger said as he crossed his arms. "The human is fearless."
The werewolf, Russo and the vampire, Aeldric were in the corner arguing again.
"You guys realize the war was like 2 centuries ago, right?" I said as I turned to look at them. "Just get over it already."
Russo kept staring at the vampire and growled. "Not my generation. Happened before me. I don't give a fuck about it. This fucking leech is the one that keeps starting shit!"
"This mutt is the one that keeps annoying me! Always fucking eating!"
I looked at the 6 burger wrappers on the table and laughed. Werewolves do have an appetite!
"Alright, alright." I said. "Aeldric, go in and charm him. It'll make this a lot easier."
Russo pulled out another burger as Aeldric walked off and hissed at him.
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**Birger POV**
*SLAM*
I woke up and leaned back in the chair while yawning as I heard someone smack the table.
"C'mon, 5 more minutes…" I started. "You guys made me wait for so long I had to pass the time somehow."
"Shutup." The vampire said as he sat down across from me. "I'll start with questions. If I feel like you aren't answering truthfully I will charm you."
I yawned again. Gods this was gonna take a while.
"The hellstone. Where did you get it?" He asked with narrowed eyes.
"Where did I get the HELLstone? Gee, I wonder." I said sarcastically.
"Quit messing about." The vampire said angrily. "Where. Did. You. Get. It."
I sighed. "Buddy of mine got me some. No names, though. I ain't no snitch after all."
"Do you know what you did to those demons?" He asked.
"Yeah? Hellstone basically banishes them back into hell for eternity. They ain't gonna come back anytime soon. Or ever, for that matter. You gotta hit them right in their core, though. It's right above where a human heart would be."
"Hmm…" the vampire hummed. "You know of Hellstone, have a supplier and have knowledge about banishing demons."
"Yeah? Thought that was obvious from what y'all saw at Mac's?" I started. "You here for a biology lesson or something? Get to the point."
"You are- as humans say- 'in deep shit.' I doubt this is an appropriate time to be making jokes." The vampire said through clenched teeth.
"Yeah, yeah. Bite me, ya fuckin' leech." I said in a tired voice. "Just get on with the actual questions so I can refuse to answer them."
The vampire suddenly grabbed my neck and forced me to look into his eyes. His eyes melted from a blood red to a deep forest green. He was trying to charm me.
"Why were you at Mac's, human?" He said in a calm voice.
"I was…" I started speaking like I was drunk. "Trying… to fuck your mother…"
The vampire froze. I saw his eyes quiver as he realized that he couldn't charm me. Oh boy he was angry.
"Anything else up your sleeve?" I said with a cocky grin. "Quite boring so far, if you ask me."
I vampire stood up suddenly and the chair fell over. He quickly walked behind me and he ripped my head to the side. He was about to inject his venom in me so he could charm me easier.
"Okay, pause." I said seriously. "Listen man, you bite me your gonna die, yeah? I mean you are being kind of an asshole so do whatever but at the very least I can tell you're a good asshole, yeah? I would prefer if you didn't piss me off."
He paused for a moment before walking up to the mirror and pressing a button I hadn't seen before.
"Get Porschia." The vampire said while holding the button down.