Centuries had passed like a slow poison in the veins of Diavolo Star Giovanna. The man who now stood at the edge of the sacred clearing was no longer the Italian scientist who wandered through the rubble of the Third World War in a torn lab coat.
His face, although retaining an eternal youth due to his mutation, bore the stigmata of a millennial obsession. His eyes no longer sought to quantify the atom, but to pierce the veils of reality through divination and the Mystical Arts.
All his experiments to find Norah had proven unsuccessful, but they had at least allowed him to lift the veil on the identity of her captors.
Through forbidden rituals and dives into the ethereal currents, Diavolo had understood that the King of Spirits, the Taurus Constellation, aided by his seven daughters, the Pleiades, was the instigator of his wife's abduction.
What he still did not understand was the "why". Why target a mutated human when the whole world had them.
