The cultists were the last remnants of the Knights Templar. Their decades of planning and conspiracies to create a new Holy Roman Empire were close to bearing fruit. Unfortunately for me and my siblings, these madmen had decided that we were a risk that needed to be eliminated.

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They weren't wrong. Our grandfather was an Angel, and his son, our father, was destined to be War of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse.

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The cultists knew that I was a psychiatrist specializing in childhood trauma. Their mercenaries came for me expecting an academic. What they found was an apex predator.

Now I was in a race to find and warn my siblings before we were all hunted down and the madmen rose to power.