Gerald's eyes darted up to Julianna's face and he nodded. "Very well, indeed," he agreed. The item in his hands was telling them so much more, the very face itself, the hooded, fanged creature one he had seen carved into the walls of pyramids, into the lintels of burial chambers, and now, on the other side of the world, in Norte Chico, Peru, a civilization believed to be one of the first, independently developed civilizations of the world, was evidence that the 'creatures' may not have been quite so unique after all. His hypotheses had been viewed with critical eyes, those who knew him well, knew he was not given to flights of fancy, but had found it difficult to accept some of what he had presented: that the demon they knew as 'vampire' was in fact originally created by Man as a servant, through a combination of witchery and demonic collusion, to develop a race of slaves who would carry out the impossible works expected of the human workers. That the plan went awry when the creatures realised they could in fact defeat their masters, and that Slayers were created to combat the scourge that then crept across the face of the planet.
What he now held was proof that they existed in a corner of the world that had been considered unvisited by anyone or anything from other civilizations, had grown autonomously, and developed without any input from outside sources.
He couldn't help but look back down at the smooth carved surface, nestled in the kerchief in his hands. "It is very important we ensure this is presented at the Council meeting, and be seen by no others," he murmured. His head turned slightly as his eyes darted upwards, ensuring that none on the edge could see what he held. "This must be preserved," he added in a low insistent tone, "and protected."
Re: Diggin' In The Dirt
What he now held was proof that they existed in a corner of the world that had been considered unvisited by anyone or anything from other civilizations, had grown autonomously, and developed without any input from outside sources.
He couldn't help but look back down at the smooth carved surface, nestled in the kerchief in his hands. "It is very important we ensure this is presented at the Council meeting, and be seen by no others," he murmured. His head turned slightly as his eyes darted upwards, ensuring that none on the edge could see what he held. "This must be preserved," he added in a low insistent tone, "and protected."