Lately my thoughts have been scattered in the wind like a misted Wraith in a violent storm. Yet, with new savory blood as a feast on my lips I have been brought back to clarity. I still long for revenge, but I am reserved and collected, now. This clarity comes at a good time, since danger has been brewing all around us. We are not playing the same easy games anymore. It appears that Fates are playing for keeps.
We traveled via jet from Peru to Brazil. Willie had some contact there that might shed some light on this new world of the Pantheon of Batuque. He proposed to be acquainted with an old bruja priestess of Olokun. Furthermore, he is acquainted with a high priest of Axé.
During the flight, I utilized Lil’ Tony’s WiFI to connect to the Internet and do some digging myself. I found it very odd that with such major players to this game of charades no one in our party knew hardly anything about the Batuque. Only Willie had even heard of these gods from jargon picked up off the streets of Rio, yet ironically he could still not properly pronounce this ‘panty-on’ as he put it. My search yielded an incredible find! I had hacked into a few encrypted files found on a server located in Ukraine. The files were being deleted just as I was reading them. Fortunately I made a copy on our hard drives. Apparently, someone in cyberspace knows of our interest and means to thwart our progression.
While still in flight, I called the number Hiro Nakamura had given to me. I had been holding on to this number for a while. Even though the Hand had disavowed me, I felt that they might still be useful in the future. I heard the phone ringing on the other end. A Japanese man answered, “Konnichiwa”.
Sakuranbo no hana wa maitoshi kono jiki ni kagayakuga, dono yō ni hasu kōsei o suru? (The Cherries blossoms glisten this time of year, but how do the Lotuses fair)?
Karera wa fuyu no saisho no shimo de kare (They wither with the first frost of Winter).
His tone was cold and icy with contempt for me. I was a little worried I would not get what I needed.
“Mr. Nakamura, has it been that long?”
“Nikotaru!? So the prodigal Kessen (血栓) returns. It was my understanding that you wished to keep your head still firm upon your shoulders and no in Slawomiro’s basket. Why are you contacting me?”
“Mr. Nakamura, respectfully I request an exchange of information. Is the Shrouded Hand game for the location of the Great Wraith, Alucard?”
“What do you wish to bargain the traitor for?” His tone was had lost the contempt, but was still icy.“I need to know everything you know about the Cult of Twilight.”
There was a long pause.
“Mr. Nakamura? Is it a deal?”
“Hai! Here is what I know….”
Nakamura began telling me about all the Kagenote