Bel'Yor City
Exterior Ward
Spring court
Hidden world, Terra
Gaea solar system
Milky way Galaxy
Neutral Free zone
27th February 2019
As Leon walked through a dark street, he had his right arm up, examining the coin Vuelo had given him. He suspected that there was some kind of Magic within the coin. Magic that had pulled him towards the path of Sam. He wouldn't put it past the Seer if she knew that the coin would lead him to her. But why would the old hag want him to meet Sam? Was it because she knew something about Sam? Something that had to do with the Goddess Asha. Leon thought back to that strange place filled with statues of the pagan gods of Terra. The only thing he knew about them were the stories his Mother had told him as a child. He knew his mother was a worshipper of them. Was Vuelo one of their worshippers? A prick of pain stabbed Leon in his gut but he endured it. He was almost there. His destination was none other than Madame Menthos. A Nigromancer's shop. There weren't enough Black art practitioners out in the open. Golden Dawn frowned upon them as they were notorious for their acts of service when it came to dealing with the Mundanes. Luckily for Leon, He knew a Nigromancer from a mutual acquaintance, one that was skilled in all kinds of dark magic. He knew there was a high risk of danger and that Emily would stop him if she knew that he had been frequenting a Witch place. But Leon had no choice. He was nearly out of time. He felt the rush of blood down his nose and he wiped it off. Leon knew he had just one chance left to sort the things that he wanted to sort out. His business with the Fallen stars. Everyone thought he was out for revenge chasing them. And they were kind of right. But there was more to it. He needed to meet with the Leader of the Fallen Star. Only then could Leon get the truth to a question that had been burning at him since he was banished. A part of him was beginning to falter at the thought that he might find any information that would lead him to them. His mind wandered to all the sacrifices that he had achieved just to get close to his goal. A hand stained with scarlet red. He wondered if there was a part of him that held a tiny sliver of regret but he couldn't feel any of it. His goal. In the end, that was all that mattered to him. His desire for it was all that he cared about. He aimed to achieve it before he met his end. Which was why he was taking this trip to the Hidden World. The Witch that he was going to meet had a shop down in one of the slums of the city of Bel Yor, one of the Major cities of the Hidden World. The store was located within one of the torn-down buildings alongside Yuruk Street in Cassena Boulevard and Forty-first Avenue, in a little village called Flushing Bay. This area was one of the ugly sides of the Hidden World. Residents could be seen crouched on the ground, clothed in filthy clothes, drunkards on various sides of the streets, beggars begging for money. It was also one of the few places where black witches or black wizards could practice their dark arts without trouble from the Golden Dawn. Leon's senses were on high alert, keeping track of those who passed him by. Pleiadians were not that common in the Hidden World, and there were a lot of races that despised his kind. So he had to be careful just walking the street, because you never know, a poor soul might want to pick a fight with him. He wished they did. But the people just ignored him as they went about their day. The buildings looked run-down, struck by poverty and probably crimes. Though it was an urban area, the amount of packed, dense houses around the streets that required maintenance made it look different from the other urban areas within the Hidden World. Leon stopped by the smallest store, which had a sign with Madame Menthos, the Witch. This would be his last time here. He took a deep breath and entered the store. There was a ringing bell as Leon opened the door, alerting the owner to him, an old woman with grey hair and walking with a crane. She wore black robes that covered most of her skin. Around her neck was a necklace with an Octagram symbol, the inverted head of a goat engraved in the middle. A symbol he had seen in Harlot bar in Chicago, worn by an acquaintance of his. The woman was old, her skin was wrinkled with age, her back hunched so that he knew she was only alive due to a deal she had made with an Infernal devil. Leon could kill her right now if he wanted to. But who would make his potion for him if she died? She was the only one he could trust.
"I'm flattered that you trust me, Haravok," Menthos said.
"Stop reading my mind, hag" Leon spat.
"My shop, my rules Pleiadian," she said with a burst of cackling laughter.
"Well, Whatever" He muttered. "I'm here for the usual,"
"So you've run out of it," she said. " I told you to take them once a week. They should have sustained you for a long time."
"Just give them to me," Leon said aggressively.
"Fine. But don't call me when you start experiencing a drawback." Menthos finally said. "Do you have the payments," Leon bought out the Odic shards from his Dimensional band dropping them on the counters. The shards were all from the Abominations he had killed over the past days.
"Hmm, very impressive," she said. "I have the strongest batch waiting for you. I can give you some to go at the same time." She raised her right eye at Leon for clarification. He nodded. "Follow me." She led him downstairs into the basement, which was a dark room. As they entered, an orb of light appeared showing the rows of beds that were down there. Some people were sleeping on it, some with their eyes open, gazing at the ceiling with an ecstasy expression. There were vials and shelves of books down here than there were upstairs. On the floor of the basement was a pentagram, written in blood, candlesticks laid around it. The air stank of sulfur and rotten egg. Infernal magic. Menthos pointed at an empty bed for Leon. He sighed. He took off his trench coat, folding it as a pillow, and then lay on the bed. Menthos went to the shelves, retrieved a vial, and came over to Leon.
"This is one of the strongest potions that I brewed recently," Madame Menthos said. "It should work but it will knock you out for a while. You have to take it easy, let your body adjust to it." Leon took it from her, opening the cap and taking a swing at it. It tasted funny at first, but then he could taste something resembling grape wine with a bit of fermentation in it. Leon's eyes grudgingly fell close, drowsiness forcing him to lay his head on the pillow he had made from his coat. His body started to feel numb, and his eyes finally shut down.
~
The little boy watched as people came up to his mother, dressed in their black suits, giving condolence to her and him. The boy was six coming close to seven soon, and yet his blue eyes could see their muttering, their grin and enjoyment at his mother's pain. At his pain. He squeezed his fist, and the calluses on his hands stood out. Calluses that he had gained from his training with the sword. He felt anger, a burning anger at these ungrateful sons of bitches. His Father, Jonathan Haravok, had died for them. He had led the charge that had prevented the Uprising from spreading beyond Agartha to the rest of the planets in the Federation. And they were happy at his downfall. They had just returned from the funeral service in Starlight temple, and as tradition dictated, Mother had to receive the sympathies of the community. Only their sympathy was as fake as the love they bore for his family. The boy turned to look for his best friend, his foster brother who had been staying with them for a while. But Rex was gone. He had been taken back to his family's planet, leaving the boy alone. Someone came up to his mother. He was dressed in a black suit like the others, only he wore a bull horn mask that hid his face. Young Leon noticed the way his mother's body behavior changed. Her expression was that of shock, anger, fear and worst of all, despair. She took a step back nearly stumbling, but Leon held her hand steadying her. The masked man took his mother's other hand, grasping it in both hand. Leon didn't hear what he was saying, he couldn't even remember most of the events. Right there, Leon was filled with a cold burning rage, a rage that made him black out for the rest of the day. Whoever that man was...wherever he was, Leon made a solemn pledge to himself that he would make him suffer for making his mother suffer more on a day when she was already despairing...
Leon woke up screaming, his heart pounding loudly as he tried to get his bearings. He inhaled and exhaled, counting prime numbers in his head as he fought against the anxiety. Golden locks covered his eyes, sweat dripping down his nose. Leon touched his chest, checking his body. The pain was gone, the potion had done the trick. His body had recovered temporarily. As time wore off, Leon's sense of unease did not subside so he checked his surroundings. Blood. That was the first thing he smelt and saw. Dead bodies littered the other beds, and a pool of blood gathered around on the ground. He turned around to find Menthos when he saw her being lifted in the air by someone. It was a huge figure, dressed in a white non-sleeve garment, orange shaggy hair that was like fur. His cat-like eyes were on Leon, his right hand held Menthos by the neck, and in his left hand was her heart.
"So you're awake," It said. Leon felt traces of Infernal energy emitting off it, Infernal energy that was familiar. The Fallen Beast let go of Menthos, dropping her heart also. "I could have killed you, right when you were vulnerable, but what would be the fun in that? It wouldn't make her despair. Not yet. She doesn't care for you the way she does for the frail woman. Leon said. nothing but summoned up a golden longsword. He took a lazy glance at Menthos, the dead witch responsible for the potion that kept him going, and he felt a little bit of annoyance. Not at her death, but what her death meant for him. It wasn't easy finding a good witch like Menthos who knew how to keep to her own business.
"Ah, the Heavenly Radiance technique," The Beast Abomination said. "I've heard of the Sword art technique passed down by the Haravok family. How fun it will be to crush it," The Beast swiped its claw, releasing a wave of five lines of claw energy at Leon. Leon somersaulted over it, swinging his longsword down but the Beast was fast. It evaded Leon's attack, sending its knee at Leon who blocked it with his sword arm. Even with the Validus Leon employed to strengthen his body, the Beast attack fractured Leon's bone, and the force of it sent him crashing out of the store, into the rundown buildings around it. Leon gritted his teeth as he landed inside a different building. His bone was already healing as he infused his Od throughout that area. The Beast came into view, roaring as its claws came down on Leon. Leon used a vertical forward slash to parry the attack, and then a diagonal slash creating a golden arc that cut through the Beast's chest. The force of their attacks had roused the tenants of the building awake, sending them fleeing as the Odic force of both the fighters bore a frightening pressure. Leon watched the Abomination as it swiped the black blood away, the blood splashing on some of the fleeing tenants. Three of them stopped running, their bodies contorting as the blood infected them with Infernal energy. The corrosiveness of the energy burnt their soul transforming them into Abominations as their bodies grew three times larger, their bodies becoming hard like reptile scales, tails growing from their back. The Abomination had just created three lesser Abominations just from its blood.
"Who are you," Leon said. Only a powerful Abomination, a Greater one or beyond could turn people into Abominations. And the Beast had done it like it was nothing.
"Play with him," The Beast said. As the reptile abominations rushed at Leon, the Beast Abomination smiled as it stepped into the darkness.
We will meet again. The Beast voice seeped into Leon's mind. Leon didn't have the time to chase the Greater Beast as he focused on the lesser ones around him. The Golden sword changed its color to that of red as Leon channeled power through the Radiance technique. The sword glowed with red light as Leon sent a slash of energy at the creatures. The red light folded the space around them, generating a pressure field that crushed the Abominations. Wherever the light went, space distorted releasing the spatial pressure. Leon was able to control the light and focus it around the abominations only till every part of their body was crushed to dust. Leon dismissed the red hard Light sword, flexing his arm which was still hurting even though he had healed the bone.
"I guess it is hunting season," Leon said grimly, a look of cold burning anger within his blue eyes.
****
Leon got out of bed, moving away from the pile of bodies that had been engaged in some pleasurable fun not long ago. His partners were asleep, their naked bodies laid pleasantly on the bed, covered by the quilt of the bed. He picked up a glass of wine, gulped it down, and looked out the window. He was still within Flushing Bay village, deciding to partake in some fun in the Night districts after the strange encounter with the Greater Beast. Leon needed something to clear his head. So he found himself in this den of vipers, gambling and whoring his way through the night. Leon had won big, as usual, and had decided to spend his earnings on the Fae girls on the bed. What are you doing Leon? You're running out of time. Leon moved his hand through his hair and then brought it down to his sight. His heart raced at seeing the clips of hairs within his hand. It was getting worse. Worse than he thought. The gears of fate were twisting closer than he liked, and his goal was nowhere close to achievement. Leon did gain something from his trip to Menthos. He had found the one responsible for infecting the Erlking and attacking Dr. Dingle. Leon thought of the tunnel back in Chicago. The wall with the runic symbols. He knew he had to look further into that and whatever connection it had to do with Sam. And he also had to figure out how a Greater Abomination was linked with the Starlight base that was destroyed. The Infernal energy that the Erlking had been infected with was similar to the energy that Greater beast had. And Leon had seen that Greater Beast infect others with his blood. What Leon didn't know was how those two beast were connected. Which was another reason he was here. He turned to look at the ladies, the memory of the fun they had not long ago was fading from his memory. Leon found himself leaving the room, and going down to the bar. The establishment he was in was one of the only expensive sources of entertainment within Flushing Bay. There were lots of rumors about Delacroix-the owner of the infamous brothel and most Hidden World's clubs. The place was owned by Maxwell Delacroix- a former Star knight who had abandoned the Order after his criminal history was revealed. He was now known for his interest in the Dark arts and association with the Black arts users in the Criminal Underworld across the galaxies. Also, the fact that he owned lots of properties within the Neutral free zone. Leon always knew the Criminal underworld was lucrative and to be honest...in a different life, he could see himself getting into a little bit of the action. But his current situation required him to be on the other side of the law. Mother had different things to say about Delacroix and from the few times they had been in the same room together, Leon preferred to keep a little bit of distance from him. Trust was something that he had learned the hard way not to give out. His mind went to the mission that got him exiled. The sting from it still hurts no matter how Leon tries to put it away. The Brothel building was massive, with gold paintings styled, signs of the vicious costs that had been put into the buildings. This was one of his favorite places in Terra to indulge his taste. The place was warded from detecting spells and only a few people knew about the place. The bartender saw Leon and he knew what to do. He poured him a glass of liquor and Leon solemnly took it. The taste was bland and mid, his taste bud unable to enjoy the alcohol. It wasn't the liquor's fault. Everything was losing its appeal. For most of Leon's life he had indulged in every form of pleasure he could get his hands on. Food, drink, sex, and violence. But lately, he had noticed he was losing his taste for most pleasure. Even the fun he had not long ago had felt empty and unfulfilling. He barely ate most of the time though his body didn't show any sign of malnourishment. That was thanks to the potion he got from Menthos. He snapped his finger and the bartender poured more drinks. Even though the alcohol had no taste, he could still feel a little bit of buzz which actually helped with the pain in his body….
"Oi! Look, it's the Pleiadian who cheated us," Leon glanced over his shoulders at two Beastfolks who were emerging from the gambling den. They were members of the Sirianian species, their cat-like appearance marking them as one. Leon wasn't fond of cats, and seeing them interrupting his time was kind of annoying. He ignored them as he went back to his drink.
"You think you're a big deal, "one of them said. He bumped himself against me, the stink of fish and alcohol from his breath nearly made Leon gag, his arms then snaked around Leon's neck.
"Swinging us of our hard earned money," The other one said. Leon sighed as he flicked both his index and middle fingers. A yellow line cut through the one who dared to put his paws on him. Blood splashed out as he fell down. His friend gasped in shock, the feel of Leon's Odic force making him whimper. Leon pointed a finger on his shoulders, and triggered a skill. Gold light tore through his back shoulder, followed by blood. He fell down, bleeding on the floor. Leon frowned as he took a look at his victims. There was no feeling of pleasure, none of the delight that he got from being in a fight, putting his fragile life on the line. They weren't dead, but they were probably in as much pain as he was. There was mirthless laughter and clapping. He turned around to see Maxwell Delacroix staring at him. He was wearing a business suit with the walking cane that he always carried with him.
"Always a problem with you, Leonard," Delacroix said. "I should ban you from this place."
"Do it and then a squad of Golden Dawn's agent might just come through your front door," Leon said.
"Is that a threat," Delacroix said. The man was in his sixties and yet he barely looked like he was past his thirties. Leon was aware of the experience he had under his belt. What rank he was before he left the Order. A Star knight. He was a former S-class Paladin. Leon was still an A-class Paladin and had barely even reached the S-class but he didn't care. Leon could feel his Odic force trying to break his spirit but he didn't let it. He may be S-class but their Odic force-their Internal strength- was of the same rank. A Supreme rank and Leon wouldn't be defeated when it came to spiritual intimidation. Delacroix smiled as he realized that the overwhelming will within his Odic force wouldn't bother Leon, unlike the way the others in the room were struggling to breathe. Some had fallen unconscious due to their weak will. He waved at the open door that led to his office and Leon followed him inside, the door to the room closing behind him.
"You never cease to surprise me, Haravok '' Delacroix said as he took a seat behind his desk. Behind him was a glass window with a view of the entire gambling den. The room was not as large as Phoebe's office, a fireplace lit making the room warm. The desk was covered with numerous scrolls and books, a Zodiak monitor was lit up. Leon wondered what he was up to.
"I try my best to be unpredictable," he said as he sat down by the couch close to the fireplace.
"So what can I do for you, Haravok," Delacroix said. "If you're still coming here looking for Ryu, then I'm afraid he is still not here." Leon frowned at the bastard name, the room vibrated under the pressure that his Odic force exuded.
"I'm not here for that bastard. Though I do find it surprising that he isn't hanging around you." He said. "You were the one who introduced him to me,"
"And I've apologized for what happened," Delacroix said. "Truly, I had no idea what the boy was thinking."
"It doesn't matter...I'm here for a different purpose." Leon said. He did not want to think about Ryu. He did not want to think about the reason why he was banished. And most of all he did not want to think about what he had learned. "I was at Menthos not long ago..."
"Death just follows you around doesn't it," Delacroix said. By now, Menthos death was known to everyone in Flushing Bay, though Leon had made sure to remove any trace of himself. Leon explained to Delacroix what had happened. "Abomination in Terra. Hmm, We don't get a lot of Abominations in Terra, unless Dark magic was involved to bring them here."
"What do you know about the death of a Golden Dawn agent in the mundane world," Leon asked.
"Why should I know about the business of Golden Dawn," Delacroix said.
"Because not much happens in the Hidden World without you knowing about it," Leon said. He took out his Zodiak and passed it to Delacroix. Delacroix took it and turned it on.
"What's this," He said.
"That was a location for Starlight base," Leon said. "Do you know anything about it." Delacroix stared at Leon who returned his gaze without flinching.
"I'm not involved with Starlight anymore," Delacroix said. "You of all people know that."
"Funny, that's not what I heard out there," Leon said. "You know out in the gambling den. People talk you know. Give them a little bit of drink, and well...you know the rest. They start spilling things they normally wouldn't dare talk about."
"What about it," Delacroix said. He pushed Leon's Zodiak back to him.
"What happened to Vashin Priyham," Leon said.
"Who," Delacroix replied.
"Vashin Priyham. I believe he's a Beastman." Leon said. "Used to work as a broker."
"Sorry, but I don't happen to know all my employee's name," Delacroix said.
"He's dead." Leon said.
"And what does that have to do with me" Delacroix stated. Leon was quiet, a glint of murderous impulse hidden within those eyes of his.
"I was surprised to find you on this planet," Leon said. "I thought you had business on Lamentias,"
"My business there was done," Delacroix said. "I have a business to attend to in this corner of the universe,"
"Funny thing," Leon said. "You on Lamentias and it goes through its fair share of problems. And now you're here in Terra, and things don't seem right."
"Are you suggesting I'm responsible for the civil unrest in Lamentias," Delacroix said.
"Nothing wouldn't surprise me about what your involved in" Leon said.
"Involved in what," Delacroix said. "
"The presence of the Fallen stars always seems to follow you," Leon said. "The situation with Ryu makes me wonder what your loyalty-"
"I thought you had forgiven me for that," He said. He was smiling. His crafty fox eyes had always rubbed Leon the wrong way even though he would involve himself with some of his business. And the reason for that was because, in the back of his mind, Leon felt that it would lead him to....
"Whatever shit that's going on in Lamentias, I hope you didn't bring it here with you," Leon said.
"My...Is that a threat or what," Delacroix said.
"I just find it funny that a broker that works for you, happens to be somehow involved with a research base that was conducting some kind of experiment." Leon said. "A broker who was involved with human trafficking, also involve with a science base that might be in need of fresh subjects. You see where I'm going with this."
"I still don't see what it has to do with me," Delacroix said.
"Nothing for now." Leon said. "But if I find out you're involved with what happened to that base...I will Kill you."
****
Cedar Lakes, New York State
United States
Terra, Gaea Solar system
Milky Way Galaxy
Neutral Free Zone
28th February 2019
Bodies littered the road, destruction was everywhere as the monsters walked over their kills. In the middle of the road, corpses in black suits with some missing limbs were lumped together as the Monsters dragged the rest of the bodies toward the pile. MONSTERS! That was what they were. Agent Wilson Lee thought as he crawled on the ground, trying his best to not reveal that he was alive. His left leg was broken, his face stained with blood from the gash in his temple, his eyes stricken with fear. It was supposed to be a simple mission. Protect the source stone from enemy attack. That was what they had been doing throughout these past few days. The Mission had seemed boring, placed in the middle of nowhere in one of the rural areas in New York. The source stone acted as a power source for the barrier that protected the town not so far from here. Nothing so far had happened to the point that the Agents began to get bored and complacent as the days wore on. Then out of nowhere, they came. A group of Abominations that were of the Greater rank. The Agents didn't stand a chance. Just one of them was enough to cut through the entire squad watching the source stone. Agent Lee had narrowly missed an attack, hitting his head on the ground. He had no idea how he had broken his leg, all he knew was that he had woken up to find it broken and all his colleagues were dead. Thirty of them gone like that. Humans stood no chance against beings of these magnitudes. Though he was a mystical human, Agent Lee knew that his strength was nothing compared to them. There were only four of them, and only two had done most of the massacre. He finally found a cover in the midst of one of the corpses of his fellow agents. Agent Karen Jurkovsky. Her brown lifeless eyes were open and the last expression on them was that of fear. There were other bodies besides him that Agent Lee pulled to hide himself. A guttural voice snapped him out of his thoughts. One of the monsters was speaking in one of the Beast's languages. These beings were of the corrupted state, having Fallen from the path that the universe had set for them. As such they were Fallen Beasts of the Greater rank.
"Please...spa..r..re me," A voice said. Agent Lee looked through two bodies to watch as one of the abominations stood over a survivor. A spear was pierced through his guts, the abomination grinning maniacally as it twisted the spear deeper. The Abomination was tall with a lithe body frame, and bat wings membrane attached to both arms for flight, her lower body had the body of a bat, while her upper body was that of a female. It had black hair and its face was pale with scarlet eyes.
"Look at it fighting to live so terribly," The Bat Abomination said as it dug the spear deeper into the agent's guts. Blood seeped out, delicious blood that nearly sent the Bat Abomination into a frenzy. With all the blood she had spilled, it was surprising that she hadn't entered a bloodlust state.
"This was more boring than I expected," A young man said, sitting over a branch of one of the trees. He had a human face with white hair stained in black stripes across, his ears were that of a wolf, and his amber eyes watched his fellow Abomination in distaste as she played around with the human. He wore black armor that covered mostly his chest, arms, and feet. "Though I wonder why the worm is struggling so much for its boring life."
"It's in human nature to struggle no matter how futile their end is," A voice came out of a gate of shadows, a barefooted figure stepped out of it, his orange shaggy hair covering his back, his white non-sleeve garment revealing a scar marked chest. Beast King, Sirius grudgingly stared at the human whimpering, begging for its life. Agent Lee felt like throwing up, though he couldn't do that. He was hyperventilating, sweat pouring out of him as he felt the presence of the being who had just arrived. The Abominations all bowed, even the wolf-like one on top of the branch fell from it and bowed to their King. Agent Lee couldn't believe what he was seeing. If the four Abominations were monsters with power great enough to bring down nations, then this being in front of them was a higher being. A higher being that brought forth fear, terror, and despair, unlike anything he had ever felt. This was no ordinary Abomination.
"You should stop playing with your food, Kiara," Sirius said. The Bat abomination pierced the Agent's heart with just a swipe of the spear. Her eyes fell on the scar by Sirius's chest.
"My Lord, you're..."
"Oh! This..." Sirius traced his right arm index claw around the scar, the twitching of it reminded him of the golden-haired warrior he had just faced. "A welcome gift from a new friend," He had not expected the Haravok boy to display that kind of power. A power that was supposed to be within the domain of the gods. Divinity. That was the power that he had felt cut through his tough skin like it was nothing. Sirius figured that the divinity within his bloodline that the Haravok family inherited must have awakened within Leonard Haravok. It was one of the reasons why he had retreated instead of fully playing with him as he had wanted to in the first place.
"There is someone strong enough to harm his majesty," Orun, the Wolf beast Abomination said. "On this planet..."
"How goes the source stone," Sirius said.
"It has been destroyed Your Majesty," The third abomination, a pig face abomination with red streaks on the top of its head, stood up. He was fully dressed in grey armor, his helmet held in his right hand. "The barrier is no more."
"Excellent," The Beast king said as he raised his arm. Out of the shadow gate, hundreds of Reptilian scale monsters clawed out of it, their bodies as long as a horse, though their muscle was more ripped, and the top of their body was serrated with sharp spikes. Within their eyes was a swirl of darkness, so deep and thick that one would feel like they were staring into the pit of madness. And madness indeed they were infected with. Their mind was corroded beyond repair, hunger the only desire left that moved them. And feed them, as the Beast king intended to do. Across from them, over a mile away, was a town, a small human town that the world probably forgot long ago. It had a population of around seven thousand residents. A very small insignificant town. Agent Lee couldn't believe his eyes. This was enough force to wipe out the town. The town they were supposed to keep safe. Agent Lee couldn't just stay here and do nothing. Not when it was his duty to protect innocent life from forces such as these. But what could he do? He was a powerless human, unable to do a thing... No! That's not right. He could warn them. Send the team that was stationed inside the town a message on what's coming. He reached for his pocket in his pant, looking for his zodiak. That was when he felt it, a bloodlust directed at him- The spear ran through the corpse of Agent Jurkovsky, and into Agent Lee's stomach. The force of it sent him rolling across the ground till his body hit a tree. Blood was gushing out of Agent Lee's mouth, his entire face covered by it and the feeling in his lower half was gone. The spear that was supposed to be in his stomach was gone. An energy attack that came from Kiara. Infernal energy oozed off her as she placed her spear on her shoulder.
"You could have lived human," Kiara said. "I gave you the mercy on hiding among your fallen brothers. It's a shame you wasted my gift," The others said nothing as they watched the human struggle to breathe, blood only poured out of his mouth. Agent Wilson Lee was dead.
"It's a shame I won't be there to see your expression, Asha'yee" Sirius said signalling the start of the attack and releasing his hold over them. The hordes of Abomination went forth at his commands, the instinct to satisfy their desire pushing them forth towards the town.