Clemente and Wentworth were in the organization's dressing room putting on their armor, which had unique differences for each wearer, as this would make it easier for them to use. Wentworth 's suit was heavy and bearable for him, he had more power when it came to having to use his abilities that required more life energy while Clemente's suit was lighter when it came to moving, he had the ability to adapt for when they would use the true transformation and for when he used his gift but still both men did not feel safe to go armed to face such Magians . They knew that this class of Magians needed to be confronted by a pure blood, something they did not have in the organization since that race was scarce and because of that they decided to hide.
Clemente would summon his weapon that had the shape of a dragon wrapped in thorns that emanated a purple flame, Draven would snap his fingers on his right hand to summon the dead and put everything in order when calling them to battle, the rest of the teachers would return after teaching classes to be able to meet both professionals who had a serious face.
"Come on, the reserved duo will return safely and with enough courage to torment the rest with their bad mood. " Blum said as he strolled around the men.
—The third forty-year-old among you is missing. Paris commented while looking at Akira .
“They are over forty, older than Damocles. I don't see the funny thing about them pretending to be my age. The doctor claimed while crossing his arms.
Wentworth was grumpy because of the mood everyone was in but he understood why they were doing it, they were worried about the situation. A mistake would cost them their lives so he approaches the group with that serious face.
—You will reach that age and you will look worse than the insolent Akira looks . Draven said before walking past him with his head held high as his men waved him off.
Clemente observed that both Takasugi and Paris were irritated by the tallest's comment, he would look away and follow his partner who was moving ahead, on the other hand Pearson would decide to stop him for a short moment.
—I've warned her, she was worried and she hopes you'll come out unscathed. I know you just do things to do them but be more aware of your actions. You have an adopted daughter that you must take care of. — The short one would look at him with concern and then release him and let that man continue on his way.
“I appreciate your action, Wendel Pearson. Clemente whispered so that only Wendel would listen.
Both the researcher and the minister had so much to lose, both had children, both had two jobs and with it a prestigious title. A couple of professionals who would fight for peace after so many years of inactivity. Director Darrin was waiting for them in front of the vehicles that each one would take, he did not want that situation for his men but due to the situation they had no other choice, both Wentworth and Clemente had nothing to complain about, he was their boss and he could do what he wanted with their lives.
Once they all said goodbye, they ended up leaving for sector 178, where upon arrival they would see that very few men stopped a couple of large crowds, on one side the Genisians and on the other the humans, leaving space in the middle of both groups. military for access to two people even with both crowds shouting in anger and pushing the guards to attack the opposite side. They both got out of their vehicles, entering the middle of the men who were holding up the crowds.
“Both races have a lot to lose, please go home. Stop the violence between you, we do not want to use a heavy hand against the citizens of the city of Claython . - Asked a guard over the loudspeaker.
Draven was going to talk to that guard while Clemente looked around him, when out of nowhere a dark aura began to manifest between both groups. Draven and Clemente looked in the directions of those auras and it could be seen how humans and pureblood Genisians began to show murderous tendencies, causing murders within their groups and then destroying the barricade of men, forcing both professionals to remain separated and within each other. the war between those people.
The investigation agents were looking for a way to immobilize the aggressors but it was useless because the Genisians began to use their gifts in a lethal way, the medical agents were involved in the altercation so they ended up using their gifts to create a shield around the medical area and defend the wounded. Clemente was avoiding the Genisians who were attacking him and the humans who were stopping him, he couldn't see where that dark magic came from because both races prevented him until they managed to knock him down. The purple-eyed man was looking for a way to get rid of them without damaging them while Wentworth blocked the genisians as well as the humans with a shield to find his partner among the downed guards, at that moment he could see how his companion ended up being tackled by the civilians.
The tallest one ended up separating them from him and then helping him to get up, they had to rethink the situation to face the invisible enemy, but he never expected his partner to begin to emanate a dark aura, Clemente began by clenching his teeth, his pupils began to contract and her nails were beginning to grow.
Clement, stay calm. This is not your hate, you should handle this like you always do. Clement, listen to me. Draven said as he grabbed his shoulders to force him to react.
— Ugh …. I-I can't…. I can't reconcile….my…. Ugh …. Clemente replied before succumbing to hatred.
The dark-haired man's words became growls and he ended up throwing a claw at his partner to which he dodged, Wentworth could see the dark-haired man's semi -transformed appearance , he had dark horns, his eyes were no longer human and his long nails let him show that it was a black dragon, a dragon from the dark hell; Better known as the reptiles of the dead.
Clemente would end up pounced on his partner with the purpose of killing him and to avoid hurting him, he would choose to dodge.
From the massacre and the gloom a man with blue eyes and shiny hair would appear before the scene with a smile full of pride and pleasure as he contemplated the stage, Wentworth seeing that man would mark him as the Magian responsible for that chaos. His distraction would cause the dark-haired man to attack with such force in the opponent's abdomen until he made him go through a couple of buildings. Clemente was no longer aware of what he was doing, so his actions were uncontrollable, taking several lives in his hands.
Classes had ended so the students planned to leave in groups before heading home, Winter opting to leave alone while it was still light of evening. The albino looked at the sidewalk with indifference, people from time to time turned to see him because his mysterious aura intrigued them, some even thought what his name was or what family he was from. Kacper only tensed his jaw slightly when listening to the interested questions of greedy people until he had to stop his step when he saw that there was a crowd, he did not know what was happening no matter how much he investigated when he suddenly ended up hearing that the subway lines were stopped until new notification. Annoyed by this, he decided to take another route, it was a little longer but it led to the same location. Along the way he had passed a convivial store where some students passed and bought to spend the afternoon in the place eating what they had bought, Winter in that case had bought an energy drink to drink
At Winter's house, things were moving slowly. The minor was still being cared for by the eldest who was putting some gauze and bandages on his wounds while the innocent Blongers looked at the first-aid kit that was on his partner's legs. "Thank you…" the little boy whispered. - Because?- “For being a kind human. — “You shouldn't trust me freely. — - Because? You saved me, it's the least I can do. — —Don't forget that humans are destructive by nature, humans lie and hide their true intentions. So do not do it. — The minor remained silent because he had recognized that humans lied to survive but something told him that he did not want to distrust the one who had saved him twice and was taking care of him without expecting something in return. " Quill ," the younger said to break the ice. - Sorry? - The eldest answered confused looking at him askance. My name is Quill , Akemi . Quill . Nice to meet you. —
Claython was devastated , the dying screams heard as murmurs in the distance while the professionals were with the enemy in the vicinity of one of the government buildings. Both men fought in unison and in complete silence; it was as if they spoke to each other telepathically because they knew when to defend themselves, attack and even intervene when one needed it, meanwhile the resplendent magicians attacked with all their power by passing their lighting to their hands as if they were light gloves that broke the shields of light of the highest. The dragon would create a sphere of fire when he saw that the Magian had thrown a punch with his right hand to be able to attack him right in the chest, causing his distance to increase considerably, the dark-haired man would turn to see the investigator and notice his fatigue. The elder was sweating due to the effort, his armor was cracked and his abilities were reaching the limit, without forgetting that his wounds were get
Two days had passed since the incident and Damocles' reputation was ruined, people had stopped believing in such a planned peace while the two senior agents and teachers were in a delicate state, both being taken care of by Akira and his team. , on the other hand, the director was involved in work and meetings making the children of the school for security reasons have two weeks of vacations Meanwhile Winter was at home, pouring himself a Scotch on the rocks while turning on the television. He didn't watch movies or cartoons, he focused on being informed about what was happening in the city, either through the news or through his nightly hobbies, the albino was always up to date and it was difficult for them to see his idiotic face. —In the last two days, the city of Claython is still in ruins, reliable options are being sought for the reconstruction of the city with the help of the entertainment industry; Aramis Zander which will be in full support with the technolo
The brothers' faces showed an expression of fear after having used up all their bullets because that waiter, despite receiving the shots, was still standing in front of them. — Why so pale did they see a ghost? — Said the mysterious servant as he approached them. "Stay away, you bloody monster." Novin said shivering as he backed up on the couch. — monster? Am I a monster for not dying with your useless weapons when you guys killed a lot of people with Dark Magians ? — "T-Those people were fed up with living with themselves, we just gave them a merciful chance to end their suffering." Simon replied with a nervous look. “M-My brothers are right…. Those people paid with their lives to stop doing this anymore. Iyar continued . —Murder suspects, destroyers of a military base, corrupt to the bone, arms and drug dealers… Their stalls are nothing but easy-to-destroy crap. Your recognition will come crashing down when people find out that you a
No matter how much you do, people don't change and that's reasonable, humans are afraid of everything they don't know and the Genisians keep humans safe even though they are slaughtered. Some become corrupted but it is because they also fear for their lives and that of their people, after the union of the worlds, some humans began to obtain new capabilities or as the experts say to "awaken them", some came to have more strength than an average human, others have developed a level of magic to defend themselves and very few have developed the ability to see the auras of those around them. Due to those events, they decided to create the corporations that were going to declare the limit of power, the scale of justice, but only one managed to fulfill that promise, Damocles. A young director had accepted the place when that organization was about to collapse, so it would be easy for the previous directors to blame the new director, but he did everything necessary to clean up the m
Every night and every day was the same for Winter, sleeping more than the established 5 minutes would be torture. What was a brief tranquility became an endless torment, a tunnel where he could not find an exit, Kacper was submerged in that tunnel of darkness, his face showed that anxiety, anguish and despair. Maybe it was because of what he did every night behind the backs of the people who know him, maybe it was some trauma, but with Winter things were just mysterious. The albino would wake up in a cold, shaken sweat. He was sitting on his sofa and with his legs semi-flexed he would bring his hands to his face. He protected himself, but from what and why? That silent house was the only refuge that Winter had for him, no one from his work or his guards dared to enter his private space. Between slight panting, she ends up hearing the ringing of a dark cell phone, a message that would break the silent moment, a moment in which Winter had to recover and see the reality
Oslap , the country with the highest concentration of magic in the world, especially its main city; Maverick . Maverick was the center of all that magical concentration while Ledoux was the most visited nocturnal city but none had such a conflict as the cities Claython and Aladar, those conflicts could be intense or light, of course everything could be solved if the city Ergeren or known the city of rulers ended up doing something about the disputes of the races. Those five cities were called sisters because the relationship that their founders had revealed a bond of pure brotherhood, however, over time those sides became corrupted and broke, leaving Maverick as the only city that supported everyone as its founder did. The day would arrive in Ledoux and the parties would end to give way to daytime beings, at the entrance of the hotel you could see an albino in the car and an older man putting things away while talking to the driver. The minutes would be short
The Bar of the Killer Roses, had its classifications, its stages and its way of managing that place. It was made up of 5 people, the leader of the bar and his four executioners. Those leaders were known as legends within their circle and had mutual respect until the arrival of the fifth member who brought the top three in command to their knees in front of Astora who appreciated that person's presence.Over the years, Murderous became known in the criminal world and with it his power, but just as the legends arose, the stories behind them also arose. The wounded leaders of ego and pride created rumors that over time would become more serious or softer depending on who listened to them, but they all ended with the same conclusion; a monstrous cold-blooded killer. The killer hearing stories after stories decided to accept those rumors and strengthen them by making them come true, after all he lashed out fairly at both species.After arriving at the bar, Caius would go with the bartender
Murder would reveal his face to a mirror, his albino face showed scratches and slight cuts on it, the dark circles under his eyes were highlighted and his uneven eyes showed a slight tiredness so he would only let out a sigh and then cover the mirror with the nursing clothes. This would take a shower and to be able to freeze his wounds. He was not in stable condition but he had to return to work as soon as possible because the tolerance of Keith's clients was not as much as that subject with pleasant charisma. Winter, upon opening the box, would notice a new wardrobe. It was evident that the black color was special but the design of his suit was different. He would wear a long-sleeved shirt with a long neck, tubed black pants and a cape that closed on one side, the collar of said cape covered half of his face so it was enough to cover a few more marks was not all that would be in that box. The murderous side of Winter, the self-styled Murder side liked privacy, mystery and anonymity,
Draven was watching Murder who was lying on a stretcher connected to some machines, you could see how his chest rose and fell slowly calmly, however, the eldest was with his clenched hands full of anger against him and against himself same. Wentworth took great pride in being able to find the answers on his own, but discovering Murder's identity soon changed his plans. > The man thought and then left there with hurt pride. Meanwhile, in Director Lockwood's office were the leaders of the sectors and with them the man in silver armor. "Isn't the knight in platinum armor supposed to be dead?" — Questioned Paris who contemplated such armor. —Indeed, the platinum knight was sentenced to beheading, humans would call him to the guillotine but the Genisians are more crude when beheading someone. - Clemente would answer
Murder's perplexed look that he hid through his helmet made him feel dissatisfied with what was happening. His results had been overturned and now he had to face someone who used white wings, at that moment he remembered the words of the Genisian Nosorog so a laugh of desperation and mockery would resound inside the helmet calling the attention of the angel and his protégé. "Hahaha, now I understand why you didn't accept the regimen... Now I understand everything…..— Murder's tone sounded playful and then became serious. - What a stupid thing…. — Murder would lunge at his opponent with the intention of killing him to which the angel would create a barrier of light to protect himself, the assassin would stop before hitting the barrier and then reload his weapons in a quick movement and shoot at the barrier. The gusts now of an emerald green color cracked the barrier like a thin layer of ice, the surprised angel would move away along with Randall to take a distance but the murderer wo
The young man dressed in black would go down once ready and then stop at the extravagant stairs with luxurious decorations, he watched the agents in silence, he would see that Paris was lying down looking at his cell phone while Draven looked at the newspaper with his hot black coffee in hand. The enigmatic boy would go downstairs and take the cell phone to the reception, both adults would turn to see Murder with curiosity. "That's right, send him to the VIP penhouse." — Murder would hang up and then turn around when he felt some looks above him. —As I see that you are busy, I gave myself the freedom to ask you for something to eat for breakfast. — - Won't you join us? Paris asked surprised. —I have things to do, you as agents have fulfilled your objectives. On the other hand, I have to find out what else I can find, if there is something that connects with what we already have, we can move more freely on the board, in my opinion I would advise that the research sector such as prev
In an old room there was a kingdom of books and papers, it was like someone trying to do an essay on a particular topic but there were so many mistakes and few words that those papers turned into crumpled balls lying on the floor, some stained with ink and other tears but the pile only showed how determined that person was. In it, a shadow enters the room, he had a face full of frustration, his clothes were torn and he had a broken lip, his autumnal orange hair with ash tips was messy causing some strands of hair to cover his face, he was a boy of only 7 years. "Just look at you, your stupid mother spoils you too much." - Said a hostile voice towards the boy. The boy would lower his gaze and the older one would approach him to grab him roughly by the shirt. - Where the hell are you looking? Look up or I'll make you look up. — The man pulled the boy causing him to look at him out of fear. — Okay, like this. Listen to me well, you will go get your jacket and come here immediately. —
Murder and Lambert had had a somewhat heated conversation because the brown-haired man was very struck by the murderer's attitude but when he was questioned by Lambert he would become defensive, in response he would not allow a murderer to use his reputation to shut him up so when going to the front he would go on to explain his message. -As you all know I am Lambert Norton and I am here to warn that there is a traitor among us, he makes himself say that he is a neutral murderer but it is seen that he is a supporter of humans that of the Genisians even dared to refuse to be part of the new order. — People started talking so Murder would fist his hands at hearing his own words being changed into something it wasn't. The glances were observed mutually asking about that traitor while Choi and Wentworth realized the situation, they would turn to see the assassin in a surreptitious way and saw how irritated he was. —That person is well known among us, his name is…. Lambert's voice would
The rays of dawn would peek through the curtains of the room in Paris, they brushed the pale eyes of the dark-haired man forcing him to wake up comfortably. This one with all the tranquility in the world would stretch and then yawn a little and stay quiet for a while while still sitting on his luxurious bed. He would take a shower and then he would go downstairs with a white robe on and in slippers that made fire with the robe, the dark-haired man calmly dried his hair and then saw Draven sitting at the table with a newspaper in his hand and a cup of coffee in that room. wide table. - Where is that guy? —Paris questioned after placing the towel on his neck. "He hasn't been back all night." Draven replied still focused on reading. "Wouldn't they have killed him?" — -I doubt it. — "We should go look for him, possibly we'll find him under a bridge." — As the teachers talked the main door would open causing the adults to remain silent, there was a moment of tension but it would calm
The special agent would arrive at the agency with the purpose of informing the director of the clue he had obtained, said man would be in his office being advised by Akira who would remain silent when he saw the murderer enter. "A speakeasy in Leudox, this is the access card I was able to find among my interrogators." The man in black explained. "That's good, it just remains to be seen if we can find a clue about the distributor." It may be in that place. — The director would review the card and then return it to the murderer. — Take Agent Choi and Agent Necromancy with you, they can back you up if you need backup. — "I can take care of myself." I just came to report and then leave. Murder answered in disgust. "It's for your own good and for the good of the city." — The assassin would let out a sigh and then agree, go find Agent Choi and Agent Necromancy who were gathered in the lab. Paris always spent harassing Draven and he just left him talking only thing that made the effemin