"Now, back to our business." Damian said, focus on Jonny.

Holding up his hand to stop Damian from continuing, Jonny tilted his head, sensing … something. The tingle of an Other nearby had a similar feel. He'd gotten good at knowing where they'd appear before they did so. Unable to Track them from the distance like Charles could, he was able to sense when they were within about ten meters of him.

He followed the tingling tug towards the corral and paused, waiting. A second before the creature materialized, his hand flew out, and he snatched its neck.

The otherworldly creature gasped. Unlike the Others, this small man had green eyes. Jonny had heard them called Watchers, the enemies of the Others, but had never met one.

"Good catch," Damian said in a growl, approaching. "What the fuck do you want?"

The Watcher squirmed in Jonny's grip. He sensed it gathering its power to Travel again and blocked it, adept at countering the creatures once they appeared after the four years he spent hunting and killing Others.

He did loosen his grip on the creature's neck and bared his teeth to show his lengthening fangs. "Speak quickly," he growled. "I have no patience with your kind. I can't kill you, but I'll make you wish I could."

"Ikir, I mean no harm. Will you tell him so?" The Watcher was looking at Damian.

"You can ask him to not rip your throat out," Damian suggested. "But the Black God will do what he wants with you once he has you. We both know I have no love for your kind and am more inclined to watch him do it than vouch for you."

The Watcher's gaze went to Jonny. "It is an honor, ikir," he said and ducked his head the best he could. "I have come to say farewell. This is all."

"Farewell?" Jonny eyed him.

"Things are as they should be, at least for a very long time," came the quick response. "I wished to tell you so, ikir." He addressed this at the White God.

Jonny resisted the animalistic urge to crush the creature that looked too much like his enemies.

"You're done fucking with us since we've killed your enemies," Damian said, unimpressed.

"Yes, and since the Black God has accepted his path."

Jonny listened. He knew little of the Others and Watchers, aside from the basics. They were remnants from an ancient culture of immortals. The Watchers were said to aid the White God on occasion, while the Others were after power. They often simply stood back and watched the White and Black Gods fight, capable of seeing into the future and sometimes interfering depending on how they wanted the balance of power among immortals to go.




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