On the 11th of January 1937 Johnathon Ignes is born. He is a suitable weight, in good health...but different from all the other babies in the ward, because he is born immune to guilt. 2 years and 235 days later, worldwide war breaks out.
Sent away as an evacuee, Johnathon grows up away from his mother, and meets Erebus, a cheeky paperboy. Erebus too, has no guilt, and under his influence, Johnathon grows up into a monster.
This is the story of how that monster, became a leader.
- The prequel to 'Souls' (but will make sense if you haven't read it) -


70. Chapter 69

Dmitri entered double-digits, turning twelve a year later, and he kept his mother’s not safe close to his bed, inside a photo album filled with the remaining images of his mother. Johnathon sat back and watched as both his children grew, Jasmine seemed to grow brighter with each day that passed, and Dmitri learnt to control his abilities. He kept on practising and practising, until finally, in September 2011, he was allowed to attend public school.


“You’re not coming.”

“I have to.”

“No you don’t! I’m eleven, I can look after myself.”

“I’m still coming-”


“It’s your first day, I’m coming with you, all the other parents go with their children on their first day.”

“Yeah, but that’s when their children are four years old…”

Johnathon and Dmitri argued away. Dmitri was all dressed up in his uniform and coat, with his bulging backpack sticking to him like glue. Like most pre-teens, Dmitri felt an overwhelming urge to be independant from his father, whilst maintaining all the benefits that come with being his child, and because of this, the idea of Johnathon dropping him off at school was absolutely mortifying. However, like most parents, Johnathon was desperate not to miss out on his child's first day. They were both firm and stubborn, neither one of them ready to back down.

“We’ll be late if your not careful.” Jasmine ran up to them, her bag full of crayons and pencils hanging from her shoulder. She was clever enough not to direct the statement at one of them in particular, meaning both of them had to act upon what she was saying. In response to her words, a staring contest broke out between the father and son, with no time left to argue, the deciding vote would have to be based upon strength.

“I’ll let you drive me, but you can’t walk me to the gate.” Dmitri bargained, his eyes beginning to strain.

“Deal.” Johnathon agreed.

With small matters settled, they all headed off. Jasmine sat patiently in the back seat, swaying her legs back and forth calmly as she gazed out of the window aimlessly. Dmitri however, drummed his fingers anxiously, his eyes darting back and forth as he recognised each individual object that flashed by. They pulled up at the car park, and as promised, Johnathon did not leave the car. He did however, watch intensively until Dmitri was completely out of sight, reminiscing as he did, his childhood seemed a whole lifetime ago, and yet, some memories managed to stick with him.

“Johnathon, you’re spelling still isn’t improving, two out of ten is not a good score at all.” Ms Rhys loomed over him, placing down his test in front of him. Johnathon sighed, not interested in the slightest.

“I’ll try harder next time.” He lied, keen just to get here to leave him alone.

“That’s what you always say, but you’re still not getting any better. Do you need some extra tuition?” She offered, chilling Johnathon to the bone. The thought of staying in school longer than normal petrified him.

“No, no I’ll be fine, next time I’ll do better, I promise.” This time he actually meant it, scared into complying.

“Okay, well we’ll see I guess.” Ms Rhys gave in, walking away to help someone else. Gazing out of the nearby window to examine the countryside, Johnathon took a moment to think about the logic of the world. Did you really have to be able to spell gratitude to be thankful? Or vengeance to be hateful? Or desolate to be lonely? His head beginning to ache, weighed down by heavy thoughts and painfully sharp sunlight, Johnathon turned back to his work, muttering under his breath.

“Audio, video, disco,” He whispered, “I hear, I see, I learn.”

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