Chapter 5: The GorgonZip yawned, full of boredom, took off his headphones and dropped them on the keyboard of his laptop, while stretching ominously.
It was shortly past midnight, and the hacker was in the sewers of that New York's department building making some mischief.
Since he had been fired from the VCI, the Afro-American boy -only known for his code name- had been dedicated to serving small computer revenges in exchange for money. That night, a colleague had paid him to disrupt that company's database, responsible for the monopoly that had sunk his own business.
For Zip was a piece of cake to get the password and introduce a deadly virus developed by himself, which he had named Leviathan. Now he could pick up his material and escape happily. Tomorrow morning, all employees would find a comical screen message that would announce them all their database files and accounting records had passed away.
Too easy, he thought with contempt, and began to collect his material.
He undid the path taken
Chapter 4: The Periapt ShardWinston quietly passed the cloth along the dusty shelf and glanced towards the window. Lara was out footing around the green hills of Surrey. It was an appropriate time for the butler to quench his curiosity.
He touched the thick tomes of History until he found a tiny portfolio. He pulled it out and settled into a chair behind near while he began observing with delight those sketches.
That old Irish man had taken care of Lara since she was a child, but only when he widowed he had gone to live with her, to look after her property when she was absent on long trips. Those who believed that Jeeves Winston was just a butler for Lara Croft were wrong.
Although in their daily treatment it could not be appreciated more than a formal relationship between the steward and the mistress of the house, only intimate people knew that the old man had been a father for Lara when Lord Henshingly had expelled her from home. And Lara had the greatest affection for Winston, guardian of her house, yes, but a
Chapter3:MemoriesInTheDistanceThe British Museum was full of life and activity. However, it was not time of visits because it was more than ten at night. That night the museum held an academic conference that was to attend the most prestigious figures of archeology and all sorts of historians. And for a good reason: Lara Croft had returned from India with the statue of Durga, and far from appropriating it for herself, as rumored evil tongues, she had kept her promise to donate it to the museum.
Everything was ready for the event. One of the rooms had been enabled with a platform and a pulpit with microphone, in front of several rows of seats occupied by various celebrities who whispered one to each other.
The whispers stopped as soon as the director of the British mounted the pulpit and turned on the microphone.
- Good night. he said as startup mode - As you know today we're gathered here to witness one of the greatest donations to our museum in recent years. The statue of Durga was lost during years and man
Chapter 2: BathshebaMeteora's valley was plunged into silence. It was winter and the cold was scraping the rocks. At the top of one of them, the snow-capped monastery of Ayios Stefanos stood majestic.
The abbot went to the entrance to contemplate the vastness of the valley and get off the snowflakes on his dark habit. But he froze when he saw another figure, dressed in black, sitting patiently at the edge of the precipice.
- Who are you and why you're here? he asked.
A soft, warm voice answered from the depths of the hood.
- Geiá sou, patéras. I have come on pilgrimage from far and looking forward to finding rest.
The abbot frowned. The fact of living in celibacy did not stop him to recognize in that voice the timbre of a woman.
- You are mistaken, my dear. Ayios Stefanos is not a center of pilgrimage. We do not accept tourists or visitors, or women.
- You admitted one. - the voice seemed to smile .- Two years ago, you opened the door for a woman. Where is Minos Axioti
Chapter 1: Durga's Temple- Radha! Come here, shameless!
The girl, instead of obeying, ran away. She reached the jungle, on the edge of the forest, she stopped. She had never gone in there and it was likely that a cobra bite her or a tiger tore her apart in pieces, but even that seemed better to go back. There only was he. No, she won't go back again.
Stumbling over the ends of her sari, with jingling beads at the neck and wrists, she pushed through the vegetation. The thorns scrapped the beautiful fabric, but she did not stop. She did not stop until she was very, very deep in the jungle, and failed to return.
She looked around. Yes, she would die there. It was a good place as any. She had not heard of any women who were left to starve or devoured by wild beasts. Usually, the girls who had her fate threw themselves to the river, into a well or pyre where their dead husband was burning. But she, Radha, would die there.
She even decided to go a distance. It soon became clear, and to her surprise, there s
PrologueListen, my little one, because I'm going to tell you a story.
At the beginning of time, the gods descended to Earth and joined the daughters of mortals. From their union were born the first Nephilim, the Upper Race, to which you belong. For centuries they walked on the Earth, expelled from Paradise because of their illegitimate birth, and lived among mortals, passing on them their wisdom. But mortals were capricious and fickle, so tired of them, the Blessed founded a city in the land of Cappadocia to live, a city which they called Eden.
They struggled to survive for centuries, as the mortals considered them as deadly demons, and although their power was immense, they were finally defeated by an infamous mortal Order called the Lux Veritatis. Those damned pursued them relentlessly until almost eliminating them. The last Nephilim, whose mortal name was Joachim Karel, was perhaps the most illustrious of all them. He was your father, my child. With his prolific seed I fecundated my ute
Chapter 29: It s a girlA warm breeze blew through the garden of Surrey Manor. A few meters was placed the cemetery and the family chapel. A slender woman, dressed in an elegant black dress and her hair in a bun, was standing before a fresh grave. The tombstone said:
WERNER VON CROY
1932 - 2002
Chapter 28: Werner s letterA dirge filled the air. It was the only sound in the monastery, while the first flicker of dawn was breaking on the horizon.
Lara went through the trapdoor. This time was Minos who helped her walk, because she was still dizzy from the mystical experience. Upon seeing the group of monks kneeling in the center of the cloister, whose walls and floors were charred as if it had been a fire, she frowned.
- What are you doing?
- We pray the office for the dead. - Nikos said, standing up We've lost the Lux Veritatis warrior.
Minos gave a cry of dismay.
- Impossible! The ritual was fulfilled! Miss Croft...
- What happened? she interrupted with an authoritative voice.
Nikos looked at her doubtfully.
- He killed the Nephilim. He sank the Shard in his heart. But the devil took his last boost to drag him. - he pointed to the window, still splattered in white blood - Both fell into the void.
Lara turned and walked away wi