Alpha Damon's Greatest Regret
Chapter 85- Motives

Chapter 85: Chapter 85- Motives

AUTHORS POV~

Flickering white lights, the thick overwhelming smell of chemicals, and Beeping mechanic sounds from the various computers that were displayed throughout the wide space. Never had Luther seen a man so focused, 6 days, Jacob had spent six days in the confines of this room, with no contact with the outside world, no distractions, Just he and his work.

Luther walked into the room to get a closer look at Jacob who was at the very edge of the room mixing God knows what.

"What?" Jacob finally asked annoyed by Luther’s meaningless gaze.

"You work hard." Luther complimented as he leaned against the wall, Jacob didn’t pay him any attention as he kept his eyes fixed on the work he was doing.

"If you’re doing something then doing it well should be the only option." He replied after an awkward silence, Luther nodded now having even more respect for his work ethic.

"It rarely is."

"Which is why most things today are flawed, unstable, or just incorrect." He said then turned his eyes to Luther "I’ve seen a lot of men driven by hate but you—You want to start a war?"

"It’s not a war if we win," Luther answered coyly as he walked toward where Jacob stood

"And if you don’t?"

"That isn’t even a possibility because—" he said then leaned closer "We have you."

"I’m flattered but those words might be what land my head on a spike."

"I didn’t take you to be one who feared death."

"Death? I do not fear death, I simply do not want to leave this world till I have accomplished all that I wish to accomplish." Jacob answered them turned to one of the computer screens and jotted something down.

"I find it hard to believe that you have that little faith in yourself."

"Faith has nothing to do with it."

"Really?"

"Yes, Wolves are not like humans once you start a war with them there are no negotiations, no agreements, it’s an all-out confrontation almost immediately."

"You say that like it’s a bad thing."

"Because it is."

"Depends on how you look at it."

"Really? And how exactly are you looking at it?"

"From the point of someone who likes a good fight."

"You’d put millions of lives on the line for your amusement?" Jacob asked with his eyes fixed on Luther’s.

"I never pegged you as one who looked out for the masses and judging from your history I doubt you do."

"I don’t but—once you start hearing all those voices it’s impossible to make them stop," Jacob said, his voice hollow and for a brief moment there was a flicker of fear in his eyes. Luther’s jaw tightened but he didn’t respond as he stepped back and began to walk through the lab.

"So you hear voices?"

"From time to time," Jacob replied.

"And what do they say?"

"Nothing specific." Jacob quickly replied

"Hmm, I wonder when I’ll hear my first voice." Luther smugly said, Jacob turned his eyes to him but didn’t say anything as he continued what he was doing.

"I don’t believe your father to be on board with this war you want to start." He said in an attempt to change the topic of conversation.

"Hesitant at first but his hate runs deeper than mine, so he is on board."

"Hate being a fuel for the actions of men had never brought good results," Jacob warned.

"There’s a first time for everything," Luther replied the smug smile widening his already stained lips.

"What is the reason?"

"Reason for what?"

"For your hate."

"I doubt you could just wake up one day and hate wolves this much so what is the reason.", The room became quiet as Luther sat up.

"Superiority."

"What?"

"I hate the idea of superiority." He repeated

"Everyone hates it, So why are you special."

"I’m not, everyone knows what needs to be done but no one wants to do it, no one wants to be the monster who kills millions but would happily live the life that was created thanks to that decision."

"So you’re deciding for them."

"Yes, Do you think if the Slaves were given a chance they wouldn’t have put knives so far into the necks of their masters that they would have emerged on the other side?"

"You compare yourself to a slave, You, a Man, Born with a silver spoon in his mouth, giving every opportunity possible, no disabilities, no mental illness, and still you compare yourself to a slave."

"The comparison isn’t based on physical conditions but on the weight put on by those who see themselves as better, By those who see themselves as superior to us simply because of the composition of our DNA." Luther ranted, Jacob stared back at him as if he had just heard the most mind-numbing stupid thing ever said to a human. He’s heard speeches like these from different men, blaming their hate on a feeling of inferiority or superiority but it was never more than that but those excuses were just thinly veiled disguises for the true motive behind their loath.

It was always jealousy. Not having something they desperately want so they pour all their energy into trying to eradicate what they could never attain.

To put it simply, Men trying to bring down heaven cause they knew they could never see its gates.

"Hate, Jealousy, Equality. Whatever motives you may have are not really any of my concern." Jacob said as he began to assemble the parts of a device that had been scattered across his table.

"Then what is your concern if I may ask?" Luther asked with a forced smile curving his lips.

"I wanna know." He answered vaguely.

"What."

"I wanna know—" Before Jacob finished his sentence he suddenly pointed the device he had been assembling at Luther, a gun was what it most resembled. Before Luther could react Jacob squeezed the trigger and a loud bang sounded through the room.