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Date Posted: 21:45:13 06/28/02 Fri
Author: SirensSong
Subject: Revelations

Revelations
By SirensSong
Rated - G
Timeline - starts just after Agape

Disclaimer - I don't own them (and if I DID, Kenneth would still be alive and well).

Kenneth Irons stood in front of the fireplace, one hand on the mantle, the other holding a goblet of wine. Sara Pezzini had fallen for it. She had believed the man impaled upon the Witchblade was, in fact, him. And he had been, to a point. Not quite as good as the original, but his near-double had served a purpose. The... reaction the near-double had had to the Lance was a bit disturbing, but it had all turned out exactly the he had planned. Irons glanced over his shoulder, to the Time magazine lying on the table. Now he was 'missing'. Now he had time. He returned his gaze to the flickering flames. 'Time...'

Footsteps behind him caught his attention, and a smirk blossomed on his face.

"You destroyed a perfectly good painting," Irons commented casually, without looking behind him. He turned around. "You look surprised to see me, Ian." His ever-so-faithful servant showed no expression on his face, but it was there.

"Father?"

"Yes?"

"I thought you were dead."

"Yes, you DID look rather... distressed," Irons told Ian. He could sense the anger building in his servant. He set the wine goblet down on the table. "I did what had to be done."

"You wanted Sara Pezzini to think you were dead."

"Very good. That is exactly what I wanted." For a moment his... son stared at him. Then Ian knelt on one knee, once again swearing fealty to the man that had been his father, teacher and master.

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