Shedding of the scale

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Sabin had sat so long at the desk trying in vain to think out his next move, that he was driving himself crazy. Sabin walked down the stairs to the his car, a good drive would clear his head. the next move was something that Sabin had hope to stay away from, it was something he did not want, however there was no other way around it. His stronghold was something to behold It was his life's work, but it brought back the same question to Sabin. Now what? Sabin booted up his laptop, this was expected starting a email that was to be sent to all the Kadra's and the Kashyapa's from Chicago to West Africa as well as the clan heads that Paul controlled. everyone that was in his sphere of influence understood the rules and knew what this was for. For all the new ones this was to get everyone acclimated to Sabin's way of doing things.

"To all that received this email.
everyone knows who I am and why this is being sent. At one point or another you had the choice to join me against my enemies or to side with them. As I am sure you have heard those you have sided with are no longer alive. As such the territories that they have controlled are now mine to do with as I will. I will expect you to communicate with me within the next seventy- two hours with your acquiescence of your nest joining mine. If this email is not replied to within that time frame it will be taken as a declaration of war with the Felicite Penible nest and no quarter will be given or assumed.

The Good Doctor"

Sabin stared at the email. it was so short and to the point. Sabin allowed a few days to passed before he required a response only as he knew how deep the cut would be for any to hand over their nest, however the depth of the cut would be made literal if they did not. Sabin had enjoyed being the bad guys so much more before he came the Chicago and met people who he had come to care deeply for. Even though he could feel for this business was still business.

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Remy sat at his laptop sipping his cafe'au lait. It was late in the evening as far as the rest of the world was concerned for Remy it was the magic hour. He had spent so many witching hours waiting to strike it was second nature for him. He'd been sending his Memère when the email pinged. He took a second and considered the email. it was clear cut and direct. Almost tactlessly so. Sighing he looked towards his kit locked tight and all but forgotten. Copying the senders address he began composing a separate direct email. He didn't want his words to be received by the list of other Kashyapa's this was business and he had been taught that only way to do business was person to person.

To The Good Doctor;

My name is Remy Saint-Vilme. I am unsure how you obtained my email address but I am the new Kashyapa here in the Crescent City. I want nor need any parts of whatever this is you are proposing. What was has no place in what is. Sabine is in fact well and truly dead whatever business you had with her is not what you have with me. I am willing to discuss terms of business, not that there is much here. The territory she once controlled is in fact mine and mine alone. I am hoping you don’t intend harm against the city or anyone in it. This is not a declaration of war. This is a statement of fact. There are no kings in America and as such there are no chattel.

Remy,
Kashyapa de l'âme d'Orléans Nest

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Sabin looked at the emails as they came back 4 no's and 22 people who said yes. Sabin placed five calls, He sent hit squads for those that were overseas. The hit squads were members of the Bravo's mixed in with lycanthropes. They would infiltrate the area's and quietly dispatch the Kashyapa's that were overseas. the one in the Crescent City was interesting he sent a group down to estimate his strength and force of arms. This new kid obviously did not know who Sabin was and for that he would have to learn rather quickly that as a Kashyapa it did not pay to thumb his nose at one who was stronger, and owned the bigger nest. If one person had who refused Sabin's bargain was allowed to live then it would topple his empire. One man no matter who that was, could not be allowed to topple Sabin's life's work.


Sabin and all he held dear was able to live only because he was seen as nearly a god in most of the underworld circles. places where power was the only currency. If anyone could see that a god could bleed then his life, Tiem's life, his nest, and even Isadora, Heiro as well as anyone who touched Sabin's life would be in danger and no one was that sacred not even Sabin. Sabin sent eight men to New Orleans five special forces trained commando's and three Lycanthropes one Alpha and one beta and One Omega. They would watch the target, find his weaknesses send me a report then his head. Sabin wanted the report only because he wanted to know if this guy had family, friends, lovers. Because if the Hit squad failed Sabin would have to revert to the Good Doctor. He would extinguish every life this Remy touched. Sabin would scorch this Remy's earth everything he ever touched would die. His being young and new to lycanthrope politics could not save him. Him being so close to Sabin's stronghold and saying No incised the blood in Sabin's veins Sabin wanted to kill the girl he took to prom just to make a point. He would feel the weight of Sabin before this was done. Sabin replied to his email


"I understand."


Those two words meant more to Remy then even he knew.