Well I just barely got out of there with my life. But I'm not through with those bastards yet.
See, they underestimate my ability to find the things I want to know. I have friends in high places, oh yes, and it wasn't hard at all to pull a few strings. My uncle in particular is higher up in the CIA even than Fisk, and when I told him my girlfriend was in danger, he didn't hesitate to get me the information I needed.
Which is how I wound up face to face with none other than Eternity himself.
He was shorter than I expected. Maybe it was just that he seemed smaller inside the enormous cathedral (the same one the messenger met him at), or maybe it was that the sheer, burning loathing I was running on made me feel bigger. All I knew was, after everything, it was down to him and I.
"I wasn't sure you were coming," he said with a bit of a chuckle.
I leveled my M1911 pistol at him. "This thing is loaded with .38 caliber silver bulluts, so why don't you cut the pleasantries and tell me where my girlfriend is! What do you want with her?" I said.
"Her? She was merely a means to get to you, Dimitri. Between your fighting skills, your government contacts, and your knowledge of the arcane, you are in a very interesting position, possibly a dangerous one. Even if you hadnt been sticking your nose where it doesn't belog, we would have come for you eventually," he said.
"Oh yeah? And what is is that you want with me?" I said.
"For now? Nothing. But a day will come when one of us will call on you for a favor and as long as we have her you cannot refuse us," he said.
"You give her back to me or you will regret it!!!!!" I said.
I fired two shots but that was all I had time for because suddenly the room grew dark and gravity seemed to shift a great deal to the side. Eternity screamed so I know I hit him somewhere, definitely his hand and probably his leg to. Then there was this enormous, gleaming white face in front of me, and all was darkness. I don't know how I got out, but I'm not finished yet, not by a long shot.