D.I.C.E(Game Thread/PM to Join)

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Garath shuddered as the demon died, breaking the mental connection as quickly as possible, it was not pleasant to observe a demon's mind as it died. He sat down and leaned against a tree, exhausted by the mental struggle.

"Thanks for the assist," he said to Simon, taking deep breaths to regain his focus, then he turned towards Isabelle "What next?"

"What next?" Garath asked as he sat down next to a tree after having a mental struggle with the demon that died in agony through the combination of the team's attacks. He spoke with deep breaths, as Isabelle gave a sympathetic look towards him. Isabelle scanned the area in case any more demons were lurking amongst the shadows of the forest. Vayle meanwhile had descended after watching her spectral ropes fade away, and stood next to her master. Isabelle then gave out the orders.

"Right, first we should secure the area. Richard, it would most likely be a good idea id you could gather some biological samples from this demon for analysis and research, try and find out what making it tick. Simon, tend to the soldier's wounds. Garath, until you recover, just take it easy for a little bit, you did a good job there. Vayle, try and look into the demon's spirit, see what it is and how it got here. Once those tasks are complete, we'll see where to go next. Is that clear with everyone?"

"Right, first we should secure the area. Richard, it would most likely be a good idea id you could gather some biological samples from this demon for analysis and research, try and find out what making it tick. Simon, tend to the soldier's wounds. Garath, until you recover, just take it easy for a little bit, you did a good job there. Vayle, try and look into the demon's spirit, see what it is and how it got here. Once those tasks are complete, we'll see where to go next. Is that clear with everyone?"

"Well, yeah, as long as it's dead. " Seeing as it hadn't moved yet to snap that one hooded guy, it should be dead. He put the shotgun under his arm, and walked over to the large corpse. "I might have to tell you now though, I don't know how much I can find out here. The DNA's off limit with the available tools, but I can test some things," he said so loud that she could hear him. Opening a bag of gloves he had in his right coat-pocket, he put a pair on, and opened the suitcase, pulling out a scalpel, and some test tubes.
He took a sample from the muscles, and then some blood that was still gushing out of the wound where he had shot it. Of course, these samples would have acid in them, so he also went to the feet and right arm to do the same, before getting back to the suitcase, having changed gloves twice.
He removed the necessary tools from the suitcase, and treated the samples, before using different methods and tools to test them.
It would take some time to read the samples, so he took the situation to look at the demon further -passing by the strange, cloaked man without showing any signs of interest- and also collect samples from the eyes and such that couldn't be tested yet. While he did this, he noticed that people were staring at him, and added: "The tests won't show a result instantly, you know. There are some things in demons which most of these tools couldn't even have read had it not been for them being modified, so it will take a short while." While he did this, he opened a sub-part of the suitcase, where he stored the samples in the right chilly temperature.
"And now I have to wait," he thought, sitting down by the suitcase, staring at the tools.

"I might have to tell you now though, I don't know how much I can find out here. The DNA's off limit with the available tools, but I can test some things." Richard said as he opened a bag of gloves, then out from the suitcase came a scalpel and some test tubes. He then collected some samples of blood and muscle tissue, but avoided areas where the acid from his shotgun might of reached. It was then that he removed some rather specialist looking equipment from his suitcase, and started treating the samples before storing them in a sub-compartment of the case.

During this, Richard had noticed the looks he was getting from everyone's face. "The tests won't show a result instantly, you know. There are some things in demons which most of these tools couldn't even have read had it not been for them being modified, so it will take a short while."

"Okay then, guess even with the most efficient equipment we currently possess, things still take time; understandable." Isabelle remarked, citing how despite how advanced modern technology had become, things still required time and patience, a quality she admired. Vayle had begun reading the spirit of the demon who lay flat on the ground, its eyes glassed over, showing it was dead.

"Master, I have found something." She said sounding confused.

"What is it Vayle, what do you see?" Isabelle asked sounding curious.

"This... demon, it isn't natural, the spirits within are different than what I have seen before. No, not a demon, a Golem; an inanimate creature given life. But I have a name from it, Kouza Prime. I'm afraid that is all I can get for the moment Master."

"A Golem you say? Haven't encountered one of those in quite a while. Well, thank you anyway Vayle, see if there is anything more you can find, if not, then we will have to make do for the time being." Isabelle said, thanking Vayle for a job well done. Whilst they waited, she went over to Richard, and sat down next to him.

"So, whilst we wait for the tests to be concluded, do you want to discuss something, or at least talk about things?" She asked in a friendly and polite manner.

"So, whilst we wait for the tests to be concluded, do you want to discuss something, or at least talk about things?" She asked in a friendly and polite manner.

Richard looked at the white-haired woman who was sitting next to him. "Sure, what kind of stuff? I could tell you what kind of samples I'm currently taking, but I don't know how much it would interest you." It was regretful, but not everyone had the same kind of interest in these kinds of things as him. "Or, we could talk about whatever, I guess." He really didn't like to wait, and small-talk would make the time go faster. Also, Isabelle had some interesting features about her, even though she didn't have any demonic ancestry or the likes.

"Sure, what kind of stuff? I could tell you what kind of samples I'm currently taking, but I don't know how much it would interest you."

"I'm a little interested Richard. Just because I am from Division Two, doesn't mean my interests are restricted to simply the magical or supernatural fields of study. You could say I have a intrigue for learning new things; after all knowledge is a valuable thing, and we shouldn't waste it. Also, I'm curious as to what work you do, and also how you came to be apart of D.I.C.E. Feel free to ask anything about me; haven't a chance for a conversation in a while." Isabelle remarked as she planted her sword next to her, its icy form slowly reverting back, and the white glow fading, till only the purple colouring of the runes remained.

"Shit, you're back. Tougher than you look man, tougher than you look." Danny remarked at Aaron waking up. He had expected the demons to rise back up, not Aaron.

"Nonetheless, we still need to go through the base and sift through whatever evidence is left after what happened here. Afterwards, we'll rendezvous with the forest team at the jet, share information, and then deliver the report."

"Sounds good to me, I'll see you fellas around," Danny said before walking off at a moderate pace. He'd search this place inside-out, top-down and in every nook and cranny with extra vigilance, despite the facility being apparently void of demons. The demons wanted him to think he was safe but he wouldn't fall for that; that was one of the first things you learnt as a police-officer. Better alive than dead.

"I'm a little interested Richard. Just because I am from Division Two, doesn't mean my interests are restricted to simply the magical or supernatural fields of study. You could say I have a intrigue for learning new things; after all knowledge is a valuable thing, and we shouldn't waste it. Also, I'm curious as to what work you do, and also how you came to be apart of D.I.C.E. Feel free to ask anything about me; haven't a chance for a conversation in a while."

"Well, basically there isn't a lot I can find out now, but I hope to find traces of any chemical substance that relates to the x-nucleotide, which is a unknown nucleotide that resides in the demon DNA apart from the ATCG nucleotides, and that is a big reason to why the demons are so different from us. The x-nucleotide is only a codename, considering we have no idea what it actually is, and why it's in the demons. There's a few substances or material I know the effect of, and I'm hoping to find traces of that, and also find out what kind of group this demon would be in, and try to find out if there's a clear difference between this demon and the demons I know of before. It's only basic tests, and I could do more, but considering it is a little too big for me to open up and check, and that we probably wouldn't find anything useful for now, I won't. I could examine the muscles, since the demon doesn't have any skin, but I would find out what I already know, that the demon's muscles are a lot sturdier, yet flexible than ours, and that they can take a hit without getting damaged or stiff. However, I also know that they are pretty much like any other demon muscles, considering the acid worked on them."
He stopped, realizing that he had talked a lot.

"Well, anyway, that's some of it. As for what I do, a lot of sample collecting and testing,but mostly genome sequencing, which gives us a map over a demon's DNA. With such a "map" I can find out what the different codons in different locations means, and understand more about demons and their biology. The reason why I'm with D.I.C.E. isn't that interesting, just the right place to the right time, about twenty times."
He smirked, and looked over at the processes. They were getting something, but only part of the data was readable yet. "How about you, how come your sword was covered in ice just now?" he asked, looking at the blade. There were some kinds of symbols on it, but he had never been one for languages.

The sentient blade slid into the creature's heart effortlessly, cutting through muscle and tendon as a diamond cuts through glass. It started spasming violently as blood collected in it's mouth, trying to hang on for a few more moments of life and then as violently as it started it stopped. When he was sure it was dead he slid the blade back out, it was dripping but he could still make out the arcane runes the were engraved into it's ricasso.

"You're cursed like me then" He remarked, "Looks like we have something in common."

He saw a group of three men approach the head of the dead creature, two looked like D.I.C.E. personnel, the other man's face was obscured by a hood.

"Damn. It looks like I lost a wager. Never bet against human ingenuity and skill. Still, I'd say this is a job well done. Bravo" The hooded figure said.

"I wouldn't be so certain of your loss," He said dourly, he was cursed to appear as a human, but he would never let his wits be compared to theirs.

He walked of moodily, the actual members of D.I.C.E. were fussing around the corpse of the creature, collecting samples for their damned experiments. He stabbed the sword into the ground when he arrived near where they were standing.

"I never did get to finish my walk"

He continued past the the scientists and the soldiers further into the the forest.

"Nonetheless, we still need to go through the base and sift through whatever evidence is left after what happened here. Afterwards, we'll rendezvous with the forest team at the jet, share information, and then deliver the report."

"Roger that," Sophie replied simply with a nod. Keeping her rifle out just in case, she went to follow Danny.

"Better not go anywhere without backup. In case you need me to save your ass again," she said, grinning. "Didn't scare you too much, did I?"

Isabelle listened with interest as Richard explained all the various tests that he was performing on the collected samples. She remembered that the ATCG nucleotides were the four building blocks for human DNA, and that this mysterious X variant of them was one of the key difference between human and demonic genetics and biology. He then explained that his worked involved mapping the genome of a demon. Finally, Richard mentioned it was merely a place of right place, right time that landed him a job at D.I.C.E. His thoughts then turned to Isabelle, mainly her sword.

"How about you, how come your sword was covered in ice just now?" He asked, definitely sounding intrigued. Isabelle let out a faint giggle as she removed the blade, and showed the side which had the purple runes etched into them so he could have a better look.

"As you know Richard, since I am a member of Division Two, we fight demons with sword and sorcery. My magic comes in the form of arcane elements; things like fire, ice, and lightning, amongst others. How I was able to have my sword covered in ice, was through the method of enchanting the blade via these runes. They allow the arcane elements to bestow the sword with their power. The langauge itself is runic in nature, but translates to a mixture of English and Latin. Once deciphered it reads:

May the ars arcana of elements flow through this blade, and bring unto it pain upon the daemon.

My father was the one to cast the runes upon this sword, and I received the blade as a gift when I showed great control over my elemental magic; although I have yet to fully master the skill of being able to cast two separate elements in tandem. So in a way, I still have a little way to go; but I think he would of been proud of me."

"As you know Richard, since I am a member of Division Two, we fight demons with sword and sorcery. My magic comes in the form of arcane elements; things like fire, ice, and lightning, amongst others. How I was able to have my sword covered in ice, was through the method of enchanting the blade via these runes. They allow the arcane elements to bestow the sword with their power. The langauge itself is runic in nature, but translates to a mixture of English and Latin. Once deciphered it reads:

May the ars arcana of elements flow through this blade, and bring unto it pain upon the daemon.

My father was the one to cast the runes upon this sword, and I received the blade as a gift when I showed great control over my elemental magic; although I have yet to fully master the skill of being able to cast two separate elements in tandem. So in a way, I still have a little way to go; but I think he would of been proud of me."

Richard looked at the weird letters. How anyone could translate that was beyond him, but then again, he had heard the same said about DNA."So the runes binds the elemental powers to the blade? Interesting, I do wonder how that could be. However, what do you mean when you say your father would be have been proud of you?" he asked. Richard had never felt the need for a parent to feel proud of him, so he was oblivious to what he was asking, and how he had worded it.
"Is there some kind of reason he isn't?" Richard asked, and checked one of the tests, a blood-sample. There were nothing interesting from this one, apart from a incredible amount of iron in the blood, and the most regular x substance, named x-023, which was a protein with an effect they had yet to figure out. He cleaned testing-tool, and kept the blood as a sample for the lab back home, while waiting for Isabelle to answer.

"However, what do you mean when you say your father would be have been proud of you?" Richard asked, confused by the statement made earlier. "Is there some kind of reason he isn't?" Whilst he waited for her to answer, he and began checking on the tests. Meanwhile, Isabelle was quiet, thinking to what happened five years ago. This reliving of a painful memory almost brought a tear to her eyes; but she managed to wipe it away in time.

"Yes Richard, there is, a rather simple one in fact. You see, my father is dead; killed by a demon out in the forests around by our home. He died protecting me and mother, and it was the moment that I finally decided to join D.I.C.E as one of its members." Isabelle said in a rather clear voice.

"Garath, until you recover, just take it easy for a little bit, you did a good job there."

"Thats a plan I can get behind," Garath replied, nodding and smiling weakly, "Now if only I could find a couch to get behind me."

He closed his eyes and collected his thoughts, he could hear Richard and Isabelle talking, Richard was spouting some sci-fi technobabble and Isabelle was actually showing interest. Opening his eyes he glanced around, he wasn't sure who the hooded figure was but they didn't seem to be hostile, Azkar was nowhere to be seen, and ELizer had apparently helped them kill the demon with the talking sword.

He pulled out his deck of cards and began shuffling them, it helped him concentrate, and sat there resting and hoping that no-one would make him do any more work today, he was supposed to be off-duty after all.

"Yes Richard, there is, a rather simple one in fact. You see, my father is dead; killed by a demon out in the forests around by our home. He died protecting me and mother, and it was the moment that I finally decided to join D.I.C.E as one of its members." Isabelle said in a rather clear voice.

Isabelle didn't seem really sad, but it was clear from what she said that it hadn't been a good question from his part. "Oh." He cleared his voice, and put the tests down, looking directly at her. "Well, I'm sorry I asked, if it brought up anything bad." Richard knew that if he tried to sympathize that it wouldn't help. He hadn't really been sad before, so it would probably make it worse. "But," he tried to find something else to talk about. "That means you knew of D.I.C.E. before, that event, right? Because you "finally" decided to join D.I.C.E.?"

"Well, I'm sorry I asked, if it brought up anything bad." Richard said after putting down his tests and looking straight at her in a sympathetic way. "That means you knew of D.I.C.E. before, that event, right? Because you "finally" decided to join D.I.C.E.?" He asked, sounding curious. This brought a smile to Isabelle's face.

"Indeed I did, when I was a young teenager, we acted as consultants and assisted D.I.C.E in a variety of cases due to our knowledge of demons; which, and this is by no means an insult to them, they were a little lacking in places. They essentially made me an honorary member of Division Two; so when I officially joined, the work I did when I was younger helped with making the initiation process a little easier, since they already knew what potential I had."

"Indeed I did, when I was a young teenager, we acted as consultants and assisted D.I.C.E in a variety of cases due to our knowledge of demons; which, and this is by no means an insult to them, they were a little lacking in places. They essentially made me an honorary member of Division Two; so when I officially joined, the work I did when I was younger helped with making the initiation process a little easier, since they already knew what potential I had."

"So your family is accustomed to demons? That sounds like an interesting kind of family business," Richard said, smiling as well. This was the point of the conversation where he added something about himself again, right? "I knew of D.I.C.E. for a good five years before I joined, and I've known about demons for the same amount of time." Richard moved a bit over to see if any of the other tests had given results yet,but they hadn't. He couldn't just talk and ignore his work, after all. "So, what kinds of demons have you seen?" he asked, curiously.

Azkar dipped in and out of consciousness, everything was fuzzy and dark. She felt as if something was touching her, but couldn't keep her thoughts together. Then suddenly her mind was crisp and clear.

Azkar was lying in a completely pitch black space, she could however see herself, it was as if nothing else existed. High above her, kilometers away and far above her were eyes, several sets. Azkar shivered as she realized they were a handful of the most powerful Demons in Hell, what else could they be? Their souls were impossible to comprehend in their size and pure evil intentions. Azkar stood up, her body and armor were completely repaired. One of the giant sets of eyes moved slightly and a disturbing voice began to speak. "Your progress has been very slow without our guidance it would seem..." the voice was like dozens of people from all ages being strangled and tortured as metal scraped against metal in the background, Azkar's eyes, ears and nose started to bleed just at the sound of it. "However you finally took some bait, allowing us to return you here." Azkar cursed and fell to her knees as she felt the pulse of malefic energy in her from the Succubi commander she consumed. "It is finally time to remove your shackles and have you join us, She Who Thirsts." Azkar convulsed as chanting filled the space and dark runes spread out across the midnight black floor beneath her. Iron chains and spikes erupted from the ground, entrapping and impaling her. Azkar choked on blood and tears as she recognized the ascension ritual.

"You're one of the only things in existence that can destroy energy and have it cease to be. On top of that the scale at which you do it has no restrictions." The voice gave a visceral chuckle as Azkar's confused mind tried to make sense of it all. She felt her mind and soul tearing up as the ritual continued, then simply ceased to think, blacking out.

She awoke as Azkarzhidou, she who thirsts. She was now 8 foot tall, her armor was made of obsidian and forged in blood and souls. Her Helmet was gone, she had a set of massive horns and flaming eyes, large bat like wings sat folded behind her back, her sword had tripled in length and was a horror of fangs and barbed tongues. Azkarzhidou stretched and frowned, she stared at a glowing ball of energy before her as the eyes looked down on their new weapon.
"Your soul has split, consume the remnants of yourself. DESTROY YOUR ORIGINAL FORM AND GAIN THE POWER TO DESTROY EARTH AND GOD HIMSELF!" The voices laughed manically and harshly as the light before her exploded. Azkarzhidou smirked as she remembered her origins, her new massive sword hissed and shook, demanding to feast.

A figure emerged from the light. It looked just like Azkar did originally body wise. But she was coated in silver plate armor gilded with gold and feathers. Azkarzhidou's twin stared at her with disgust and loathing as she drew a long bastard sword from her back. Azkarzhidou looked at the sword and felt only doom.
"I am Azkar, the youngest of all Angels. The Archangel of Purification." The Angel was much shorter than her twin and had piercing yellow eyes, which glared from behind her slightly messy white hair, she shook her head as Azkarzhidou returned her look with a laugh. Azkarzhidou spat at Azkar and mocked "I don't know who you are and I don't care. You belong to me now." She then giggled as she pondered how powerful she would be after devouring her former self.

"I was given free reign to cull Demonic energy to restore balance, your powers are a corruption of mine." The Angel looked directly up, holding her sword in front of her chest. Then instantly switched to a one handed stance with her massive blade, holding it behind her and keeping her free hand forward.
Azkarzhidou approached the pathetic little Angel, bringing her hungry blade forward. She then coldly stated "I will consume you. You belong to me, the world belongs to me, the Heavens belong to me." Azkarzhidou began to sprint forward, swinging her sword in a diagonal slash with both arms. The Angel parried and stepped to the side as she declared loudly "If it is my fate to destroy myself to protect reality from you, then so be it."

The eyes sat in the shadows, watching with great interest as the battle began.

"Better not go anywhere without backup. In case you need me to save your ass again."

Aaron's hands engulfed his face as team members sauntered off in their own directions again, apparently not getting the "team" memo. As clueless as Danny and Sophia were about their whereabouts, Aaron decided to remedy the situation by consulting Dem. He found a map of the complex in the folder, and through deduction figured that the attempted sacrifice would probably be in the location that was the easiest to gain and hold, which happened to the main command center. He informed Lara, Crow, and the Lieutenant of his deductions, and then vanished to follow Sophia and Danny, to both watch their backs and pick up anything they missed.

The man just left Eligor in the ground after that hullabaloo after making some remarks. He wasn't paying attention as he was resting in a hope to recharge his energy, even with the Souldrinker living up to its epithet and absorbs some of the demon's essence, Eligor had exhausted his energy on simply floating around after people. The eye dimmed as he closed it, hoping to get some respite. But there was that interesting little titbit that was left out in the open. Soon a faint image of an middle-aged gentlemen with smartly cut greying hair, a goatee and wearing one sharp suit followed the man into the forest silently, his feet almost floating upon the ground. Eligor quickly found the raggedy man and called out to him.

"I believe we never introduced each other." He said, "Well, I'd say the time is ripe..."

"I believe we never introduced each other." Said a voice coming from behind him "Well, I'd say the time is ripe..."

The voice was familiar, it was the same one he heard from the man he had briefly met while still imprisoned, when he turned around it was the same sharply dressed greying, elderly man. He made no noise while walking over forests debris, twigs didn't snap nor did the autumnal leaves rustle under foot.

"Time is never ripe, if it was a fruit we would all be rotting right now". He replied solemnly, "Go away, I don't feel like spending any more quality time with D.I.C.E.'s lackeys."

"So your family is accustomed to demons? That sounds like an interesting kind of family business." Richard asked rhetorically with a smile. "I knew of D.I.C.E. for a good five years before I joined, and I've known about demons for the same amount of time." He briefly paused to check over his tests before continuing "So, what kinds of demons have you seen?"

"I guess you could call it a kind of family business. Its something my family has being doing for generations stretching back centuries; so I guess we know a thing or two about demons and how to slay them." Isabelle said with a slight sarcastic remark. She briefly looked around the area before carrying on.

"Regarding what demons I have seen, there have been few. I have traded blows with the shrieking Harpies, who swoop down to hunt their pray. Done battle with the mighty Dullahan; my advice on that one, don't remove its head, can be quite a handful I'll tell you. My battles with demons have taken me all over the world, places like Japan where I fought against the Yuki-Onna; a demon of the female form who can control blizzards and ice to bring men to their home. There was one time, back home in England, where I thought Vampires. In short I have faced many. Most recently, there was the Sahuagin, a demon who thrives in water."

Yet another disappointment. Another man with a closed mind, closed to the world and closed to him. In contrast to the soundless steps Eligor took, this man was all shuffles and steps, the leaves crunching as he turned towards Eligor. Maybe he just didn't know who he was, maybe he was being mistaken for another person. It was a possibility, Eligor hadn't seen him at the briefing where all was explained. This got a laugh out of Eligor. Of course it was nothing but a simple oversight on his part. He would correct the man soon enough, after all, Eligor wanted to find out to see if this man was a man at all. The hues of his aura were all mixed together, red, blue and a touch of white. A person who encompassed all the main kingdoms of this world, Heaven, Hell and the poor little thing stuck in the middle - Earth. The only explanation was that this man had both demonic and angelic ancestry, a feast few could boast. He appoarched the raggedy man and began to speak again.

"As a small amendment to that, I would be rusting then." Eligor said, joining with the snark, it was truly infectious. Hopefully the man would pick up on the hints as Eligor decided to throw another out there, "You should know, a weapon has no choice in the matter."

"Regarding what demons I have seen, there have been few. I have traded blows with the shrieking Harpies, who swoop down to hunt their pray. Done battle with the mighty Dullahan; my advice on that one, don't remove its head, can be quite a handful I'll tell you. My battles with demons have taken me all over the world, places like Japan where I fought against the Yuki-Onna; a demon of the female form who can control blizzards and ice to bring men to their home. There was one time, back home in England, where I thought Vampires. In short I have faced many. Most recently, there was the Sahuagin, a demon who thrives in water."

Richard listened to her encounters, and each time a new one was mentioned, he wondered what part of their DNA made them capable of doing what they did.
"I'm happy," he smiled, and took a look at another one of the tests, it showing what he had already guessed. Richard showed her the small machine, showing several numbers and letters, though hard to read by anyone apart from him and a few others. "That I found out about demons when I did. I wonder what I would have to do to make a boring life go by, or if I had found out about them later and refused to check further into it. Take for example this, the muscles shows a strong trace of x-145, which is often apparent in bigger, albeit far from this big, lesser demons. Also, interestingly enough, this trace hasn't been seen in a natural demon together with x-340 which there's also traces of, so I doubt it is a natural demon. It seems like someone has corrupted and manipulated the DNA of a lesser demon to make this, but not out of a lesser demon. Out of something different."

He put the machine away, and stored the samples. The other tests was testing the effect of the acid, so they probably wouldn't be as interesting to Isabelle. "It's interesting, in every sense of the word, as is the reason why someone would do that. But yeah, that's about what I can find out now."

"Didn't scare you too much, did I?"

"Haha not this time. I'm ready for anything and I'm on alert." Danny replied, but that was because she wasn't the one to fear. He went down the hallway and was once again greeted by the darkness. A year ago, hell even a few days ago, he would have gone in fearless but joining D.I.C.E. had given him a reason to be afraid. He wasn't dealing with junkies or street-thugs anymore; it was actual life-threatening work. Having someone that could see in the dark, therefore, added to his sense of security; having his flashlight and gun helped too. He switched it on and noticed a door at the end of the hallway. It looked heavily locked but that wouldn't stop them. Every fuckin' door will be opened.

"Our first obstacle. Allow me," Danny said before shooting, what appeared to be, the locks. After emptying his cylinder to no avail, Danny had no choice but to ask Sophia.

"It's all yours," he said.

Captain Lara Reid, PhD - Sector 14

She nodded. It would be a while before the forest team returned so she decided to look around the building. Lara lowered her P90 and pulled out the tablet computer from her tactical vest, studying the last readouts of the mysterious device. It was like nothing she had seen before. A puzzled expression crossed her face as she wandered into the building. Arriving back at the console she took a moment to re-establish a connection. Lara sighed. Again. She was seeing a lot of corrupted data in the consoles system. This could take a while.

Resting the tablet on the edge of the console she set off a small program to try and piece together a tiny fragment of the data, it could take hours, but it was worth a shot. Leaving the screen she moved closer to the strange metal device.

"As a small amendment to that, I would be rusting then." Said the greying man with a hint or snarkiness "You should know, a weapon has no choice in the matter."

Eliezer looked over the man as he spoke, there was some transparency to his form, probably another astral projection, like earlier while he was still at D.I.C.E's headquarters. If he was the sentient blade that he had wielded earlier then it would make sense why he had to project his being astrally. To choose such an ostentatious form obviously represented his rank within hell, so why choose such an elderly appearance? Maybe he wanted people to believe he was a wise old man, but to Eliezer he seemed more like an narcissistic old coot.

"A man always has a choice, so does that make you more a weapon then a man, or a fool of a weapon" He retorted, "I bleed but I am never cut, I sing the song of death but have no lips, I take action but none are my own, what am I, or more to the point, what are you"

"It's all yours," he said.

In the light of the flashlight, Aaron could see that, not only is Sophia's camo jacket gone (although her undershirt and kevlar vest are still there)... she's covered in blood. She doesn't seem to mind at all. There's even a bit on her face. At the very least, she's caught her breath.

"Not a problem. Hang on. You're gonna have to cover me," she says as she holsters her bullpup and walks up to the door. She braces one hand against the wall next to the door, balls up her left hand, pulls it back, and punches through the door.

After a brief shudder, she undoes the locks from the other side and pulls her hand free, opening the door.

Then she grips her hand, which is now a bit bloodier. "Sometimes I wish increased strength came with proportionate pain thresholds," she said, pulling out her bullpup again.

"I'm happy," Richard smiled, and took another look at the test tubes. He showed Isabelle the machine he was using, showing several letters and numbers, which didn't make that much sense to her, but she was happy to learn and understand it.

"That I found out about demons when I did. I wonder what I would have to do to make a boring life go by, or if I had found out about them later and refused to check further into it. Take for example this, the muscles shows a strong trace of x-145, which is often apparent in bigger, albeit far from this big, lesser demons.

Also, interestingly enough, this trace hasn't been seen in a natural demon together with x-340 which there's also traces of, so I doubt it is a natural demon. It seems like someone has corrupted and manipulated the DNA of a lesser demon to make this, but not out of a lesser demon. Out of something different." Richard then put the machine away, and stored the samples he hadn't used. There were also the other tests which were testing the effect of the acid, so they probably wouldn't be as interesting to Isabelle.

"It's interesting, in every sense of the word, as is the reason why someone would do that. But yeah, that's about what I can find out now."

"I see, well I'm glad you managed to find some interesting information about this demon Richard. Although, I have a friend, someone close by actually that can could possibly tell us a little more about it; especially since that it is dead now. You could say she is knowledgeable about the spirit world. Do you wish to meet her?" Isabelle asked, obviously referring to of course Vayle; which not many people here knew about.

Crow considered briefly joining Danny, Aaron and Sophia. That said, in doing so he would be leaving Lara without back up, something that would surely be frowned upon and so made a point to stay with her while she was making her way back to the console and tinkering with the data and the odd device.

"With any luck Captain, we might be able to find out something when you're done with that computer." He paused, noting her observations of the device and looked over her shoulder to peer at it as well.

"I don't suppose you have any idea what it is? I'm rather at a loss myself, but then, it's not exactly my forte."

"I see, well I'm glad you managed to find some interesting information about this demon Richard. Although, I have a friend, someone close by actually that can could possibly tell us a little more about it; especially since that it is dead now. You could say she is knowledgeable about the spirit world. Do you wish to meet her?"

Richard nodded. "Yeah, of course." Considering the way it had been described, it had to be a spirit, right? A spirit didn't have a psychical being, but as Isabelle had said, it had information. "Where is she?" he asked, looking around without spotting any kind of spirit. Was it here now? Or was she going to summon it?

"Yeah, of course. Where is she?" Richard asked, as he began looking around the area. Isabelle let out a slightly girlish giggle, was which as a bit of rarity for her at times.

"She has been here the whole time Richard, currently, Vayle has been using her powers to examine the spirit of the demon." Isabelle remarked, pointing towards the head of the Kouza Prime. "Vayle, you can show yourself now." She called out politely. Within moments the visage of a young woman began to form. Her tall, slender body was dressed like a fortune teller from days of old; long white hair, a pale red hooded cloak which split into two tails towards the bottom, and a long dark brown dress. Her pink eyes shone in the light of the sun.

Vayle had noticed her master called her; but she sensed that she could be seen by the gentleman that was sitting next to Isabelle; remembering that it was one of the few actual powers that Isabelle had regarding any sort of control over her.

"Um, hello." Vayle said rather nervously to the man.

"Richard, this is Vayle; my loyal assistant, and one of my closet friends for the last couple of years. I saved her as it were from an attack by Ghouls which coincidentally, I was asked to kill. Vayle is a shape shifter spirit, and whilst she can change her form any time she pleases; she much prefers her current one, saying that it has some kind of familiarity to her." Isabelle said as she noticed the crystal ball that Vayle carried with her, was in her hand.

"She has been here the whole time Richard, currently, Vayle has been using her powers to examine the spirit of the demon." Isabelle remarked, pointing towards the head of the Kouza Prime. "Vayle, you can show yourself now."

The spirit appeared out of nowhere when Isabelle called her, and the spirit bore the looks of a fortune-teller. She seemed nervous when she greeted him.

"Um, hello."

"Hi," he said back, forgetting his manners and staring at the crystal ball she was carrying, but he couldn't tell why he did. Something about it drove his eyes to it. He then looked back at the spirit. Isabelle spoke when none of them continued.

"Richard, this is Vayle; my loyal assistant, and one of my closet friends for the last couple of years. I saved her as it were from an attack by Ghouls which coincidentally, I was asked to kill. Vayle is a shape shifter spirit, and whilst she can change her form any time she pleases; she much prefers her current one, saying that it has some kind of familiarity to her."

"Huh. It seems there's all kinds of spirits, both good and bad." He then paused, and cleared his voice. "Nice to meet you, Vayle, I'm Richard Johnson," he politely said. "So, Isabelle said you could tell us something about the demon?"

"Huh. It seems there's all kinds of spirits, both good and bad." Richard paused, then cleared his throat to speak properly. "Nice to meet you, Vayle, I'm Richard Johnson," He said politely, this made Vayle blush a little. "So, Isabelle said you could tell us something about the demon?" Vayle then shifted over to Richard and Isabelle, sitting opposite them, albeit slightly floating just off the ground.

" Of course, it might not be as useful to you as your scientific tests; but hopefully it should help in some way. From what I could gather; this creature is called a Kouza Prime, and technically speaking it isn't a naturally a recurring demon, rather it is a being called a Golem, which is an inanimate creature given life. It could be that whoever made this, used an amalgamation of lesser demons for it to function properly. That is why its spirit isn't natural, parts of its don't appear to be flowing together properly; making it difficult to read in places." Vayle said, sounding determined about her search.

"I apologise if this means you wasted time on those tests your doing." She then said, sound a little sad.

"Sometimes I wish increased strength came with proportionate pain thresholds."

"Haven't you heard of no pain, no gain Sophia?" Danny asked while going through the battered and bloody door.

It wasn't as dark as the was hallway here; there were some red emergency lights that were still working. At the end of the narrow room was another door, one that appeared to be opened from their side. The only points of entry in this room was a large, man-sized vent, but what was strange was that it appeared to be untouched. How would something get in here? The door they went through was untouched too, so the only possible point of entry was the vent. Danny's pondering was quickly realized moot when Danny thought of the possibility of teleportation. That wasn't any fun! He had just begun to start thinking.

"Say Sophia, could a supernatural 'entity' teleport?" Danny asked.

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