Clarence slowly approached the warehouse, his rifle raised at the ready. He momentarily glanced to his side and appraised the cloaked Hero slowly keeping pace with him before looking forward and gesturing to his team to advance ahead into the building while he grabbed the shoulder of the Hero and pointed at the roof, the hero nodded and teleported them both to the roof and Clarence approached a broken skylight and peered down inside.
The warehouse walls were covered in long banners which depicted a skull with elongated canine teeth and purple flames in the eye sockets, while 10 naked figures covered in swirling purple tattoos kneeled in a circle in the center of the room around an obsidian altar, their hands raised to the sky with the head bowed as they chanted. A man dressed in purple and black priest robes stood in front of the altar with a knife raised in the air as he chanted along with the others. Clarence narrowed his eyes as he observed a small boy no older than 10, lay unconscious on the altar and he slowly took aim at the priest with the knife and muttered "on my signal" into the mic attached to the inside of his SWAT helmet.
The chanting grew louder and louder until it suddenly ceased and the priest drew back his arm and prepared to plunge the dagger into the unconscious boy on the altar, but before he could do so Clarence yelled "Advance!" into his mic, before firing right into the priests head killing him instantly. The other cultist looked on in shock as their priest dropped the knife and collapsed forward onto the boy and drenching both the kid and the altar in blood, while the rest of the SWAT team rushed in, yelling at everyone to lay face down on the ground. The Hero grabbed Clarence's shoulder and teleported him inside right next to the altar and the now dead priest. Clarence grabbed the corpse and yanked it back, causing it to fall on its back. The Hero kneeled down and pulled the hood back before nodding and looking at Clarence. "Its him alright, Mark Lockhart, with a CPT of {Magus 3-6}, and a all round sadistic bastard.", Clarence nodded and gestured to the boy "get him to a hospital, we'll finish up here and meet you back at the precinct".
The Hero nodded and approached the unconscious boy and grabbed his arm before teleporting away. Clarence turned around and started to help his team zip tie the remaining cultist's hands behind their backs and leading them out of the warehouse and stashing them into the transport van. "Hey Clarence, what about that SOBs corpse?" one of his team asked, Clarence looked back at the warehouse and shrugged "forensics will be here soon enough and I want to get home and sleep, it's already 3 in the fucking morning and I feel like I just had one of Captains workout smoothies". The rest of the team shuddered in disgust at the mention of their SWAT teams Captain banana, sardine and raw egg workout smoothies and all hopped into their respective vehicles and drove off.
Back in the warehouse the Priests corpse stared blankly at the ceiling with his vacant, dead eyes as blood continued to pool on the ground, leaking from the exit wound on the back of his skull. The blood spread further and further until it suddenly stopped and begin to move to form a perfect circle with ripples spreading out from the center to the edge every few seconds. The ripples slowly sped up causing the puddle of blood to froth at the edges as slowly a hand reached up from the center, clawing at the air and covered in blood and slammed down onto the puddles surface and pushed down. Soon another hand reached up out of the puddle and slammed down onto the surface too, both arms working in unison to push a blood soaked figure out of the puddle and onto the dirty concrete past the puddles edge. The blood soaked figure lay on his back by the puddle of blood as his chest heaved up and down, drawing in desperate gasps of air and spluttering on the blood it accidentally inhaled before open his eyelids, exposing orbs of pitch black as eyes with Irises that glowed with a brilliant royal purple. The naked figure slowly stood and looked at the priests corpse and the puddle of blood before glancing down at its blood soaked form and raised his hand and waved it like it was shooing a fly and the blood covering his body and the ground where he was laying down surged forward and up and gathered into an orb and dropped, adding to the now stagnant puddle of blood.
The figure which was now noticeably a lean, muscular man with shoulder length black hair and a sharp, handsome face with thick stubble framing his mouth an jaw, looked around, observing the room with his unusual eyes before looking down. A jagged arrow that glowed with a eerie blood red light appeared on the ground and pointed to his left at a tall wooden wardrobe against the warehouses wall. The man raised an eyebrow and smirked with amusement before approaching the wardrobe and opening it to reveal 10 sets of clothing hanging neatly side by side. He reached in and grabbed a pair of blue jeans and a white shirt, along with a pair of steel toe boots and a pair of sunglasses before getting dressed. After he finished dressing he tilted his head and listened for a bit before looking over his shoulder at the corpse and slowly sliding the sunglasses onto his face and disappeared, as if evaporating into thin air. A few seconds later the doors of the warehouse opened and a team of crime scene technicians and Police Officers entered and got to work taking photos and gathering the evidence. One of the Police Officers Glanced at the open wardrobe and narrowed his eyes in suspicion before one of the Crime Scene Techs asked him to move because he was standing over the dead priests knife and he needed to take its photo. The Police officer sighed and moved out of the way and continued to observe the rest of the crime scene with sharp eyes, scanning for any danger.