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I should have gotten in from the back. I really should get in the habit of doing that. I could have avoided Reilly if I'd done that. I dropped the briefcase on my desk, and instead of heading out the back door, I stared at it.

I needed sleep. It would still be here when I woke up... wouldn't it? Three families had gone after it, there could be more. Wouldn't it be better to find out what was in it right now so I could figure out what to do about it? Would I even be able to sleep with this here?

I pulled out my cock and started jerking off.

It stuck me, while I was stroking off, that until six month ago, I'd hardly ever had to jerk off. I had always been able to find a guy happy to help me out if I wanted an orgasm, and since then, none of the time I'd jerked off had been about the pleasure of it.

And yeah, I could jerk off while having completely none sexy thoughts. Go follower of the Lust God. With a grunt I came over the briefcase.

Nothing happened. No light show, no trumpet letting me know I'd been the right person. I pressed the clasps and they clicked open. I guess I had been the right guy after all.

I hesitated. I hadn't wanted to know what was in there when Winthrop offered it to me. Did I now want to just because those three families had tried so hard to steal it? If I opened it, would it change me?

Fuck I was tired, if I thought the contents of a briefcase could change who I was. I opened it. Nothing jumped out.

It didn't even contain anything extraordinary. Just memories in plastic cases. A lot of them, arranged neatly in the bottom. Five rows of... thirty eight memories. That was a hundred ninety. One for each families, plus a couple extra.

I pulled on out. Just a standard plastic chip, in a clear plastic case. No names to indicate which family's secrets were on it. Because that's what it had to be. Everyone told me how obsessed with secrets the Stentons were. If there was one thing they would protect, it would be that.

Putting the memory back in I saw the envelope secured to the top side of the briefcase. In it were a few pages, hand written. I sat down to read them.

If you are reading this, it means that while I didn't survive, our family did. It also means that your relatives determined you were the best person to lead them.

Francisco, I hope you are the one reading this. Not only do you already know everything contained in this letter, but it is my dearest hope that our God protected you from the calamity befalling us. If it you, dear son, know that I have always been proud of you.

If you are not my beloved Francisco, then there are some things you must know, to properly lead our family.

I am certain you will have heard how the church was created sometime in the twelfth century. That is false. I don't know where this story comes from, as it isn't one we have disseminated. No, the church is far older than that. It is almost as old as we are, because we created it.

Not the whole of the Society, only four families were involved in its creations; us, the Saracen, the Santiago, and the Lewiston. You are most certainly wondering who we created an organization to persecute us. That was not our goal in creating it.

Exactly when this happened has been lost to history, but not too long after we made our deal with Him, no more than a century, four seers had a vision of the future. In those visions, they saw an adversary leading an army to destroy us. They saw us crushed under his boot. They saw him kill our God.

The seers found each other and made a plan to build an army or our own. An army who could not be affected by the God's powers, because that army would follow it's own God, one that did not exist. They planted its seed with peasants, and noblemen alike, and they discreetly steered it.

Over the centuries it grew, first as simply an idea, then an ideal, and then it became a reality. And that is when things went wrong. As it took form, the leader of the church realized they were being manipulated, and decided to put a stop to it. The men who had followed in the Seers' footsteps were not prepared to be defied, and they were beaten.

Did the leader of the church known we had created the God they followed? I doubt we'll ever know, but they decided he was the only one that mattered, that should exist. That is when they went to war with the whole of the Factions.

Not all the wars were in the open, most were hidden from view, or rewritten after the fact. Back then you did not have the media, with their cameras everywhere. No, the victor was the only one left to say what had happened, or not happened, if they prefer. Look to the catastrophes in the history books, and changes are they are hiding the destruction of a group of Followers.

Until the meeting at Atelier, we were scattered, decimated. Why the church called for the meeting, I do not know. If they gave the reason, none of the elders who attended passed it along. The end result of the meeting was that we were allowed to exist, so long as we followed the Edicts.

I do not know what the other three families decided to do about the loss of our army. The Seers' vision was still there, out doom still coming. We decided to act, to prepare for the coming battle.

We would not set about creating a new army, the church had taught us the danger of an outside group. No, when the enemy came, the Society would be the one to fight him, that it want to or not.

We did not embark on this task lightly. I, like most elders before me, have days where I wonder if there might not be a better way of accomplishing our goal, but I remember the Seer's vision, and I know we can not take the risk. We have to succeed, or we will cease to be.

In this briefcase are all the secrets we have accumulated over the centuries on all the families. Guard them, and continue amassing them, for when the time come, only the threat of their darkest secrets being revealed to the world will compel our brethren to fight at our side.

I pray that you are not the one forced to make use of it. I pray the battle is many years away, but every elder before you has held himself ready for it, and so do you. You need to be prepared, lest the enemy finds you unaware.