Diego sighed as he stood in front of the large metal door. He hadn't been here in like...forever. The last time he was here was...six years ago? By then he was a mere aide. Now he was a prime, entering this office. Hurray.
He opened the doors, quite disappointed that what he imagined was not what he saw. He calmly walked to a seat and laid his head on the large cold table.
"Sleeping, as usual." A soft voice called over. A vein popped on his head on hearing that voice. Diego lifted his head to look up to the person seated in front of him. She had long purple hair with a bang that covered one eye, and long lashes over her lazy green eyes. Her eloquent figure was captured well in the long red dress she wore, matched with the white gloves she had on. A true beauty, and a thorn to Diego side.
Donna Lopez. The Dark. Prime of the Tartarus branch. The only part timer. When she wasn't killing daemon, she was busy modelling, participating in talk shows, acting, directing...the whole glamour stuff. Yes, she did receive a lot of criticism, some even went as far to say that she used her beauty to seduce the Grand Prime. But of course, as she once said to a reporter, if you want to find out, then you know where to find her. And indeed mercenaries tried, and died.
"Sleeping all day isn't healthy you know," Donna said, "You should be more active. I might have a role for you in one of my latest movies."
"Oh sure, I'd love to be a part of this blockbuster of yours."
"You never know the chances. Don't you agree, Oz?"
Oz merely glanced at her but said nothing, just giving a shrug as he kept his eyes on his book. Oz Vlazerncroft. The Warden. Eldest child of the Vlazerncroft family and also a prime of the Tartarus branch. Rose to the position in less than a month of joining the Inquisition. He rarely spoke, except to Edgar. He heard that the two of them were close friends.
"Always looking for favor from others, huh?" Diego said.
"Well, favor is given to those who are deserving of it, unlike some of us who are downright lazy."
"Better to have a goodnight rest than be up all week. When was the last time you slept for on a bed rather than a pool of shadows?"
"Anyway," Donna said, changing the subject, "I heard a rumor, about some half breeds in the West branch."
"Half-breeds? Tell me more, Diego." The cold hand rested on Diego's shoulder, causing him to shiver. Diego slowly turned to look at the smiling face of Kael.
Kael Sannin. The mad scientist. Most people called him the prober, but it wasn't a fitting nickname to a man like Kael. Kael was cold and cunning, selfish in everything he did (except if his little brother was involved.) He only did things for others if he was sure to gain in it. But despite his unadmirable characteristics, he was not to be joked with. He came out of nowhere during the 2nd Dameon Incident, but he exterminated a sin on his own, a feat only accomplished by Jahn Vu Jor and Keith Alderwolf, Klaus's older brother.
"Um...well...I wasn't even around to see it so..."
"Ah...pity." Kael said with a sigh. "But I'm guessing your aide was present."
"Y...yeah."
"Good!" Kael said, patting him on the shoulder. "Then I guess I'll ask her myself."
Good luck Martha, Diego said to himself. He looked ay Donna, the latter who winked at him.
"Donna!!!" A child voice rang through the hall, startling Diego. The voice belonged to Kaien Sannin, younger brother of Kael Sannin and...well, that was all he knew about him. Why he was prime, he didn't know. He first thought Kael pulled some strings, but unfortunately, the former primes weren't people who could be swayed by just anyone. Whatever be the case, he was here. Great.
"Hello, dear," Donna said lovingly, a bright smile on her face which horrified Diego, "How have you been."
"I've been great!" Kaien squealed, "Look what I made!!" It was a red origami of a flower. Donna took it from him and placed it in her hair.
"Cool," Donna said, "You really are creative!"
"Yeah!"
Diego feigned a cough. Donna poked at him from under the table. Interesting, considering they were 2 to 4 meters away.
Klaus entered, taking a seat beside Diego. "Good evening."
"Where have you been?" Diego asked.
"Around. Literally." Klaus sighed.
"We can tell," Donna said, "You look like worse than Diego."
"Oh, yeah...thanks." Diego said.
"Had a meeting with the UN. Still trying to merge the Shield and the Inquisition."
"That again?" Oz asked.
"Yeah. This time, the issue is that the Lionharte family has caved into the idea."
"Edgar?" Donna asked.
"The Lionharte family. Not Edgar." Klaus said, "Which is the only thing saving as now."
"Mr. Blood!" Kaien said, rushing over to Klaus' side, "Look what I made." The origami this time was that of a bird made with black paper. Klaus, using his nail, cut his finger, squeezing a drop of blood on it. The bird began to fly around, with the young Sannin dashing after it joyfully.
"Our backers right now are the Vlazerncroft, Alderwolf and the Blitzkonig. But the Blitzkonig family is wavering. And the Vlazerncroft."
"Yeah." Oz said, "Of course. That old man only thinks of himself in the end."
"Can't the government use their veto power? Especially with the Lionharte family backing them."
"No. Though the Lionharte family has their back, it forbids them from using their power over the inquisition. That's why their trying to use devious means."
"The half-breed incident," Diego said. Klaus nodded.
Before Donna could say anything, The doors opened. A tall woman with short silver hair walked in, wearing a sleeveless prime uniform. She greeted them all, almost running into Kaien. She took her seat beside Oz.
"The Half-breed incident might just have been a little nudge though." Kael said, "Revealing an experiment such as that would be kind of demeaning to their reputation."
"True," Klaus said, "Which means they have ulterior intentions, or something else."
"Most likely," Oz said.
"I see that you are all gathered here, nice."
The Grand Prime. Edgar Lionharte. The Mad Prime. Slaughterer of thousands and thousands of daemon, all with a smile on his face. Diego hadn't seen him enter the room. He had only heard him speak, because currently he was seated in the head chair, smiling. With his blond hair, and red eyes, and the huge sword beside him. And Kaien was sitting on his shoulders. This was becoming a lot to take in for Diego. Better not think so much on it.
"So," Edgar began, "If everyone is here, shall we begin?"