JAMIE SOUTHSIDE
An interesting lot to be sure O God of War but these people really are not my type. Jamie thought with a resigned air as he watched the others file in to where the Gods they had willing indebted themselves had gathered them. A less inauspicious place the scarred and tattoed biker could not think of.
Their fate would forever be changed after this night. Yet the Gods did not see fit to make their last night of freedom something to remember. If the chosen of Ares had not long practice in weathering the storm he might have been angered by such things. Ares had given him nothing more then the will and strength to fight the winds of fate however and promised a price would be paid.
Give me some credit skreb. Ya think these losers are your bonded. All will be revealed in good time.
Go fuck yourself Ares was all Jamie retorted with as he fished a quarter out of his pocket and amused himself for a moment by flipping it through his fingers. Scanning the rest of those indebted to the Gods the vice president of the Southside Demons decided that they were all insane , himself included. After all who choses to be bonded for all time at the age of five.
Those whose lives are otherwise destined to be miserable and wasted. Look at yourself, ya would have been destroyed by that orphanage. Instead I gave you a warrior's fate, don't tell me ya haven't enjoyed the perks.
Not denying it but you promised the freedom never to be beholden to any but myself. To lead a life free as only a warrior can be.
And who says ya will be bound hand and foot to your bonded.
" The other Gods I suppose.." Jamie replied verbally, his voice a harsh sounding thing, a drawn sword that promised nothing good. His rapport with the God he had sworn the oath was interrupted by one of the women of earlier, something about her seemed off. Then he realised she was like a bird in borrowed finery. In her hands was a basket with name tags.
"You're shitting me name tags..." The leather clad biker muttered as he dug through the things looking for his own name." Bloody fucking hell.." This muttered as he lifted the tag written not with his name bur that of Ares.
Feeling like the biggest bloody fool in history he pinned the thing to his chest. His patron revealed for all to see. The haters and supporters could judge him for the dogma he followed. And some here seemed to be doing just that.
" Well this is a right cock up ain't it my fellow chosen. " Jamie spoke to no one in particular.