Upon a Pale Horse pt. 2

It was those eyes. He knew them. The eyes cold, unfaithful, and burdened stared at him in the mist. Those were the eyes that hunted him for ages. Those eyes, of his brethren in religion, are hunting him again. For so long they had been dormant. He knew the jackal was stalking. He knew that at birth the jackal was for himself and served no god or man. They had been imbued with the passion to serve their god but the jackal showed no interest in god. He showed interest in becoming the antithesis of pure humanity. He would hunt all for he was their master. Yet, the jackal could never understand him. Zaphiel was the giver. At the dawn of their true natures Zaphiel gave death as a gift not as punishment. They said it made him a better killer. Now the pups would return to their old feeding grounds. Fully grown into terrifying wolves. They were hunting for the same thing, Peace.