Demirem was outfitted in his gasmask, his face completely obscured. His dark hair hung to the sides of his face as he looked down at the old articles of information. Tracking Cruor Perussi's lifetime was a long, grueling task. How old was he, exactly? The easiest part was tracking him back to the emergence of his last famous name, Cruor Perussi. Being able to track him before this was the biggest challenge of all. There was one thing for certain: Perussi was significantly older than he lets on to his Trusted. He was such a capable liar; he lies to everyone about his age, saying he is 400, then he lies to his Trusted under the false pretense that he told them everything. At least thats what Demirem suspected. But there was no solid proof. There was only a hunch, a small inconsistency, something that didn't match up at the right time.<br/><br/>Demerim had been one of Perussi's Trusted. Perussi kills his trusted by biting them, but somehow Demerim had lived. It was a ritual Perussi did. Demerim had become increasingly obsessive over Perussi, being wrapped and lost in the history, digging up old documents and cross checking. He had tracked Perussi back thousands of years so far, or so he thought. The biggest kicker was Perussi's ability and personality. He should be much more powerful, and people should be able to feel it. Someone thousands of years old shouldn't be able to maintain a social aspect of life. Their personality shouldn't be as Perussi's is. It should be calm, serene, quiet. Bored with people, bored with life. All this and more needed to be looked into. It took time.<br/><br/>And he had time.