The chill of evening was was beginning to creep in as Kristoff stepped from the elevator into the hallway that housed his apartment. The buildings thick concrete walls did little to mitigate the cold and Kristoff was thankful for the voluminous black coat that he habitually wore. Before the door of his abode  a burlap sack lay slumped its contents bulging to either side. Reaching down the large man grasped the neck of the offering in one gloved hand before lifting the gift from the ground with a slight exhalation of air and deftly opening the door to his quarters.<br/><br/>Placing the sack down on the dimly lit rooms single mahogany table Kristoff untied the twine. Gazing at the contents confirmed his suspicions - meat and a large quantity hacked from a cow and frozen sold to prevent spoiling. This tithe had been going for some time. Something about his presence attracted those who wished to pay homage to the forces with which he had sworn himself to. He had seen a pilgrim only once, a middle aged woman with deep lines etching her face she given him a glance filled with a mixture what seemed to be fear and reverence before hurriedly scuttling off leaving tribute much like this one in her wake.<br/><br/>More often than not these gifts would also contain money some in quite sizable sums. To the best of Kristoff's knowledge no one had ever attempted to abscond with the tribute though there was surely times which it was unguarded. Placing a hefty slab of the meat into an oven dish and then setting the dial to thaw Kristoff began to read one of the books that lay around his apartment. A treatise on the nature of heroic archetypes the book offered little that Jung and Campbell had not reflected upon in detail.  Massaging his temple Kristoff's thoughts began to wander. Something deep within him wished to acknowledge a time where man had communed with the divine channeling with powers that could allow an individual to shape the very cosmos around them. A time where paragons remade the world enforcing their views of justice upon the universe and defying the tragic apathy that colored the mundanity of blind chance. As with any idealist dream this was probably little more than a fancy however certain forces drew strongly upon such notions and what had begun simply an idea in the material world could easily take on life of its own.<br/><br/>This was not what Kristoff desired however he wished such an age to be physical truth not the arcane byproduct born of the collective dreams of humanity. But alas when it came to his line of work one must be pragmatic and take whatever aid was given.<br/><br/>The oven beeped indicating that Kristoff's dinner was ready. Having pulled the dish still steaming from the oven Kristoff only realized once he had set the vessel down on the table that he had taken the scalding meal into his bare hands as both the tea towel and his gloves were elsewhere in the room. No sign of burning had appeared on his palms which was both at once heartening and worrying. Such changes were subtle but were an observer to closely scrutinize Kristoff's life he or she would notice several telling signs that the blonde man was something other than an ordinary citizen of old London town.<br/><br/>Diet was perhaps the least of these but Kristoff had a passing understanding of the human bodies nutritional needs and thirty kilograms of meat with the exclusion of all fruit, vegetables and dairy products was certainly not something that should leave anyone looking or feeling even remotely healthy. However as if making a mockery of natural biological laws he was flourishing on such a diet. Muscle mass seemed both easier to develop and  maintain and so he had kept his body in prime shape with the sheer load of protein fueling it as would kindling on a fire.<br/><br/>Tearing at a chunk of the rather rare beef with his teeth and fingers Kristoff's gaze was diverted from his meal to the television attached to the side of his wall. Having sparked to life completely of its own accord static slowly gave way to a clear and defined picture. A sharply dressed news reader rattled off her broad cast causing Kristoffs attention to piuqe.<br/><br/>"Continuing coverage of our top story tonight, a train car arrived today at Amersham station with all its passengers missing. The train had been full when it left a station earlier in the morning and only one of the twelve cars was affected by the mysterious disappearance. Authorities have called it an act of domestic terrorism citing an extremist group who are against the proposed demolishing of abandoned South London streets to expand the Underground Rail."<br/><br/>Following this the television returned to its dormant state - and just as well as the cord that would normally power the device was well clear of any of the rooms electric sockets.<br/><br/>"I see and I obey"<br/><br/>Kristoff uttered with a sigh. There was little point in refusing the will of his benefactors and such a message was clearly a sign that his expertise was required. Sleep was an inviting possibility but the fire was beginning to build up deep within his gut. Any sort of respite from the world would be impossible in this condition. Dark deeds were afoot and such things required an answer.<br/><br/>An hour later.<br/><br/>London's frantic activity never truly ceased but the blood in its great beating heart was beginning to slow. Citizens crept into the nooks and crannies of tenement buildings that they called home and muted light flickered behind drapes. The stairs to the underground stretched out before Kristoff like the maw of the abyss. The halogen glow meant to provide illumination barley penetrating evenings gloom.<br/><br/>Placing one steel capped boot upon the first step Kristoff begun his descent.