<div class="floatleft">(https://c6oxm85c.cloudimg.io/width/1200/png-lossless.fgaussian0.foil1/https://az617363.vo.msecnd.net/imgmodels/models/MD10004374/image.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Solomon Deimos Chamberlain</span><br/><strong>Blessed By::</strong>Chronos<br/><strong>Location::</strong>Secluded village in the Atlantic Ocean<br/><strong>Company::</strong>Small group of local police, various government police forces<strong>Mentioning::</strong><br/><strong>Date/Time::</strong>Saturday June 20, evening (morning local time)<br/><strong>Mood::</strong>Frustrated, bored, and a little evil<br/><strong>Wearing::</strong>Street clothes (https://www.dhresource.com/0x0/f2/albu/g7/M00/B8/33/rBVaSluGDEmAcxDkAAGy8NF6YVA403.jpg)<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>"Anything we can do sir?" It was such a simple, innocent question from the sergeant, but Solomon's eyelid twitched just hearing it. How many times had he been asked that question this week...<br/><br/>"Yeah, stay out of my way. Get coffee, donuts, arrest a homeless guy... Whatever shuts everyone up fastest. I genuinely don't give a shit what your guys do at this point." The lieutenant growled in response, long since past the point of pretending to be nice. It had been almost a week since he had been flown out to this village, but today was first day he was even allowed near the place. Tired, pissed off, and already hot as hell, there was no fixing whatever mood he was in. Fortunately the sergeant understood the hint in his words and cleared his officers to some other section of the village to gather more evidence.<br/><br/>The entire week he had been cooped up in the command station, Solomon had spent in the morgue or the labs, fervently trying to figure out how the bodies that showed up had been so mutilated that recognition was near impossible, or how the reports lined up to signal that blood from some victims had traveled massive distances. Now that the crime scene was in front of him however, he fully understood the situation. Everything lined up, and not a bit too perfectly. He didn't even need to review the carnage with his powers, merely doing it out of habit now.<br/><br/>The face that appeared in the scene was one that now showed for the... seventh time? He was starting to lose count. He knew long before this that he likely wasn't the only person in the world with incredible powers, or that someone would eventually use those powers for evil and destruction. No world was so convenient that it would only bestow power on one person who just happened to have good morals. Once again he heard the young adults speak the names of various Greek gods, demonstrating their powers before one after another fell. Solomon almost laughed at the scene replaying in front of him, happy that it was an illusion only visible to himself. They had such low concept of teamwork, and it was a surprise the children didn't hit each other with their powers.<br/><br/><br/>Some research in his free time had produced an answer for the detective. Chronos, primordial god of time and lover of Ananke, lady of inevitability. It was a cruel punishment spun from the game the gods played with mortals like himself. The man who wished to change the past, forever cursed to see what had happened without allowing him sway over the events... At least he could shape his future as he pleased. That, at least, was solace enough to not collapse under the weight of his abilities.<br/><br/>He had spent some time looking into other villages like this one once the first two were under his jurisdiction, and since he was tasked with leading the investigation of every future scene like this, it had only reconfirmed his desire for knowledge. Every time he looked into the network of supernatural villages, this man showed up at one that he hadn't even heard of, and every village that fell spawned a fresh wave of pins to appear on his mental map. It was infuriating that he couldn't so much as predict this guy's movements.<br/><br/><br/>Solomon's attention rooted itself back to reality when he heard debris shifting behind him and one of the detectives from the government force made his way to the senior officer. "Coffee?" The man asked, offering a large mocha from a popular chain that Solomon accepted without qualm, taking a sip of the hot liquid and sighing softly. "I don't get how you solve these cases Lieutenant. Shit that's stumped the best of the best, dead for decades... And you just look at the file and magic up a few reports that work way too well. Sure there's nothing Interpol should know about you?"<br/><br/>"That would imply cops tell lies Detective... And the people that ask those sorts of questions tend to have the guiltiest of consciences." Solomon replied, skillfully deflecting the question and making the younger man falter a little. "Thank you though. They've been serving me brown water at the station all week. I was impressed with the generosity of a hotel room from them. But even if you hook me up to a lie detector, it won't get the case solved any sooner, and that's blood on your hands. I'm sure there's a quote about that somewhere if you look hard enough." He continued, sighing again as the illusion came to an end and faded. There would be another attack before the detective could start to catch up with the culprit. That much was obvious.<br/><br/>"Tha-"<br/><br/>"I'm sure that wasn't your intention, but ask better questions if you don't want them misunderstood. Cops lie all the time, the hard part is figuring out if it's for the greater good or personal gain. All the honest men died back in bible study." With that, Solomon turned and stalked off further into the village, picking through rubble and pretending to look busy. He had all the information he would ever need from this place. Two reports, one he would publish for police use, and the other he would keep for his own investigation. The real hard part was keeping enough information in the shadows to not cast suspicion on himself or how he solved his cases.<br/><br/><br/>The sun hit it's peak sooner than Solomon had expected, but time had flown by quickly, and he was never bothered much with time anyway. He had enough issues just keeping his own timeline straight right now. The detective saved his report, then started copying the sections that wouldn't raise suspicion while still slowly piecing together the case into a separate document to send to all relevant superiors. Now that there was another red pin on the map for him to view, Solomon had a good guess at the area his next call would come from and made sure to put his speculations in the report so he could call his supervisor later and arrange a plane ticket in his name.<br/><br/>Even with his cheat-like powers, he still needed to cover his tracks a little, and nothing was really as easy as it seemed for others... Solomon chuckled a little, thinking about how much chaos he could cause if he had gone off the deep end early and become a villain. Would he get caught? How would he create the perfect crime? How long could he survive? How many innocent lives would end? He shook the thoughts from his mind, refocusing his attention on the laptop before him. He would need a break soon so his vision wouldn't deteriorate too quickly, so he looked up a few local attractions to prepare for some free time, then locked his laptop inside the room's safe and confirmed he had everything in order to leave the hotel.