Mage Hunt [CLOSED]

It has been around a week since Old Sam lost Mary to the dammed demon. Depression was his constant companion, tagging like a grey shadow behind his back. He didn't work, didn't sit at his usual spot, selling little trinkets and spreading some small luck here and there. Instead Samedi walked around the town, walked around, but not really being here. The old man's thoughts were wandering through different lands. They were filled with self-guilt and doubts. You see, the very concept after which Baron Samedi existed was crashing with fact he had almost no power. Usually, if one has earned favour of the voodoo god, they are protected of death. He will not dig their grave and the follower will not die. That is, if the god in question has the power, which he didn't. And such his mind, very soul, was in conflict with himself. The fact, that Mary's soul decided to stay with him, not moving on, and still believing in him made all these things just so much harder for Old Sam.

It was when he sat on a bench, right across a monitor store, when the Danava got an idea. The screens, mute, without a sound, showed footage of an battle ground. He couldn't tell where it was with all the fire and smoke, but what he did saw was a figure, man maybe, releasing black matter out of his body and raising the dead. Thousands upon thousands of mindless zombies. That wasn't even close to what he needed, but it gave an idea to the old god. If he couldn't bring Mary back from the dead, maybe there was someone else who could. Old Sam even had an idea who could. The man, though, first will need to find the bastard, who would be able in summoning this person. Gregory Clementine.

It had been years since Samedi last had seen the foul wizard. One could imagine the hatred the Danava had for him. Because of this guy he was stuck in the Earth realm, with no chances of leaving. That man tore Old Sam from his family, friends, followers and used up all the voodoo god's power, just to throw the man aside afterwards. Well, now, as a bit of this power had returned to his body Sam hoped he will be able to force the mage in assisting him. Knowing all that Gregory had taken from him it was the very least he could do.

The wizards lived on the far side of London, an district almost all filled with private housing for those who can afford it. Samedi haven't been here since kicked out, not wanting to meet the dreadful mortal. As he walked the streets, people turned back, eyeing the ancient man, dressed in a old, time worn suit, his outer appearance standing out as someone not to be meant in here. Still, the way how Old Sam held himself, the dedication in his face kept anyone to bother the Danava and that was exactly what he wanted at the moment.

As the man neared the house he could felt long oppressed anger welling up, his fingertips cracking from energy in them. Finally Sam reached it. The house was more of an small manor. Something Gregory acquired thanks to Samedi's power over good fortune. Even then this wasn't an easy feat, the mage not believing in him as a god not even one bit. Realising how all his hard work was for nothing now just caused the anger and hatred to intensify, but Old Sam just ordered his nerves to clam down. As much, as he wanted to make the man's life miserable and pathetic, there was little the washed up god could do now.

Sam wanted to push the button on the console next to the gates, but before that they already opened, making it obvious Gregory already knew about the man's existence. He took a second to eye the property and not seeing any traps or goons of the mage, Samedi walked in the direction to the house entrance. Half way there the door was opened by an servant, boy with a snow-white skin and hair in golden blond colour. He gave the visitor an emotionless smile, nodding Old Sam in once he reached the porch.
"Master is waiting in the study, sir! You know the way." The servant spoke in a seemingly kind, but bland tone. The voodoo god nodded to the boy and walked inside, moving to the before-mentioned study without looking right or left.

The room was well lit even though the sun didn't fall inside the windows. Bookshelves full of books, fancy furniture and smell of expensive alcohol, Samedi would almost enjoy this, if not in the chair next to the fireplace didn't sit the person, that ruined his life.