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[deathbydeath]

Aaron was dead tired. "More dead than tired", he'd say, if he was capable of speaking right now. In case you're wondering why he can't say that himself, it's because he's sleepwalking. Aaron trudged through the corridors of Division/Level 4 with his consciousness out like a light, and his body saying otherwise. His insensible form wandered into the curiously empty break room and poured itself a glass of milk. Grabbing a newspaper on the way out, the semi-undead form of Aaron Pertition hobbled down the hall. As it browsed the headlines, you could almost hear incoherent ramblings about political shenanigans in between sips of milk. It rounded a corner, going God knows where, and came face to face with a demon.

"Jya vy'm kdyrgyrk kd'kyj r'zor!" This caused Aaron to stir. The demon stood eight feet tall, towering over Aaron's waking form.

"Y oz dra kymmokan yv 'ynmjk! Jary'nan yv norak!" Aaron yawned, shrugging off his nap. The demon continued to flaunt its accomplishments.

"Orryrymodyn yv kmoradk! Ryrr'anan yv zyndomk!" Aaron put his newspaper under his arm and freed up his right hand, reaching under his jacket in the process.

"Ry' jya orj ca aodar zyndom, orj gry' drod Y, Jz'nak, rora gymmaj iy'!" Aaron drew.

All of the demon's accomplishments meant nothing now, with it's head spread over the hall behind it. Aaron inserted another bullet into the magazine that wasn't empty, holstered it, and went on his way. Milk and pistol in hand, he set off in search for either other demons or other DICE agents, whichever came first.

 

[Terratina.]

"Really? Sweet. The one's we're looking for are Kouzas. They're a bunch oh demons melded down it single bodies"

Eligor sighed, this was just another kiddy that had found a new toy to play with. But kids were impressionable and this person could possibly be used for Eligor's own ends. Time to play the all-knowing grandfather.

"It is indeed fortunate we have run into each other then, I have faced and slain a Kouza Prime recently." Eligor said, remembering that the golem-like thing had a rather central aura, it was curious, normally an aura was perceived as an outline. He cleared his throat, or it be precise made a sound akin to that and continued, offering the grey man the hilt, "Let us sort this mess together, but be warned, I am not some toy or gadget to play with. I am a deadly weapon and was a Great Duke of Hell. Try be respectable and responsible, yes?"

 

[MortifiedPenguin]

Eliezer got up in panic and spun around trying to find who had said that, there were two voices he was sure of that, or was he? They were too similar for him to be sure. He shot through the woods, looking for the miscreants who had spoken those cruel words, he wasn't pathetic, he was a victim of circumstance. He pressed on through the ever densening forest finding no signs of who the words belonged to.

Voices on the wind, that's all they were. DICE trying to scare him back into returning, he wouldn't be fooled by that.

When had it got so dark? He hadn't noticed it before, he hadn't had time to notice it, but now as he paused to catch his breath he did. The stars had vanished from view and he felt like he was being encircled by the forest, snared by an invisible trap. Damn it! What could he do? If he went back he was willingly reimprisoning himself. Forwards would only lead him further into the snare. And going nowhere would get him nowhere.

A red skinned demon appeared from the darkness. Long curving horns crowned his head divided by dark purple that pointed upwards. His eyes were pits of fire, Eliezer could see no true pupils, where they should have been were disk of lighter coloured lava. He wore nothing but a jewel encrusted shendyt and a mocking smile.

"How disappointing, he doesn't remember us," One voice groaned.

Another figure stepped forward, this one more elegant although dangerously arrogant. He wore armour the colour of brass, etched with the faces of hellish beasts and a face that promised nothing but lies. He was more human though, with darkly tanned skin and hair the colour of sand. The horns that adorned his head gave him away as a demon though.

"Or he chooses not to remember," The other said

Eliezer could feel the warmth of light on his back, it was blinding, he could here someone approaching from it, unfettered by it's brightness . The two figures raised there arms to shelter their eyes from it. Eliezer heard someone approaching from behind him

"Eliezer,"

He knew that voice.

"Rag-" He woke up in the whiteness of his cell, back in the labs, back in the hands of DICE, "-uel"

 

[Evrant-Knight]

"Hmm. Guess we could use the help. And if you guys have actually fought one of these before, even better." The girl remarked, sounding more optimistic than before at the thought of getting some help from people with previous experience. Isabelle meanwhile had checked on her sword, making sure it was ready for battle.

"I've already had my break interrupted once today, and there are plenty of other DICE agents around here." Garath added, sounding a little annoyed whilst he began eating another one of his scones. Vayle, at the news of seeing some action, was already getting herself prepared.

"Pff. Like I need you. I've got the sexy lady with the sword with me now." Isabelle's face almost went red at the comment, but she quickly cooled herself down. Sure, she had been called pretty, even attractive a few times by some of her fellow agents, but never before had she been called sexy. The girl walked back over to the door and called back to her new ally.

"Come on Isabelle Hearte. We got places to go. And my name is Adriana."

"Alright then Adriana, lets go catch us a Kouza. And please, call me Isabelle." She said in a somewhat high spirited tone of voice as she followed Adriana out of the common room, with Vayle soon behind her. As they followed the signal, Isabelle decided to ask a few questions.

"So, when did we start detecting signs of demons in the base? It might help us pinpoint their location of origin."

 

[Shadowstar38]

"Let us sort this mess together, but be warned, I am not some toy or gadget to play with. I am a deadly and was a Great Duke of Hell. Try be respectable and responsible, yes?"

"Oh, you don't have to worry Great Duke. I'll be as careful as humanly possible"

The young man took Eligor firmly by the hilt and held him outwards as one would a saber. The feeling he felt from handling the demon's form was unnerving, but not unfamiliar. He could feel Eligor guiding him down towards the lower floors.

"Alright. Let's get a move on"

The man closed his eyes and both swordsman and blade became intangible and sank through the solid floor and landed in the area below them. The man continued to use Eligor to tract the demon they were looking for, which Eligor could feel was getting closer with each step.
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"So, when did we start detecting signs of demons in the base? It might help us pinpoint their location of origin."

"Well, Isaac called me said some demons got in after he opened his personal portal into the base. So when I got here I set the radar for Kouza aura and looked around"

The girl's cellphone, no longer locking onto friendlies, lead the group down towards the 3rd Division floor. As the got further down, they saw a door that was nearly broken off its hinges. The sign on the front was clearly labeled 'armory'

"Um...demons cant use weapons, can they?", Adriana asked in a slightly scared tone.

 

[IFS]

"Um...demons cant use weapons, can they?"

"They've got hands don't they?" Garath answered, walking down the stairs to join them, "And before you say anything I wasn't following you, you just happened to be going the same way as me."

He saw the door, and the sign hanging over it, "That is not good," he muttered, then turned towards Adriana "I'll be right back, you might want to alert the rest of the base."

He concentrated, it was one thing to create an image, or to alter an existing one, but to remove an image, to render something invisible, that was something far more difficult. He cancentrated and vanished. He walked quickly through the smashed doorway, the spell would only last for about a minute or two at most, so he needed to make use of it while it lasted.

 

[DarkRawen]

Richard shook his head to clear it. It still went hazy every time he thought of that, the same way he couldn't attend for how he had managed to get home that day. "Snap out of it. I need to think of something else."
His eyes went to the picture again, for a reason he wasn't aware of. He ended up staring at it for a little while, at his mother's weary, but happy face. The reason? Richard wasn't sure. However, something was wrong with it, upon closer examination. There, in the middle of the picture, just above his mother's blue eyes, a small something was hidden, it had a slightly off color. How small could a camera get these days? "If there is a camera, I don't want to keep it around. If it's a microphone, I don't want it around either." He still had to pick "that" up, and he didn't want DICE to even know of its existence.

He took the picture with its frame and threw it in the garbage. As he did, the sound of ticking from a clock was heard. It would have been fine, had it not been for the fact that the only clock around was an old grandfather clock that hadn't been fixed since Richard inherited the house. "I don't feel too well." Richard decided to keep looking for small traces and hints of DICE presence, but was unable to find out more than he already knew. If there were any more in the lower floor, he couldn't find it. Nothing was missing from the old, but valuable items, apart from what he had sold himself. He wasn't sure how the different people actually lived, but he knew that he had grown up in an upper-class home, with nothing material missing from his and his sister's lives, their every whim easily fulfilled with money. Even if he hadn't been wearing expensive clothing in a long time, now was a better time than ever to pick them up. However, the most important stuff first.

He went up to the next floor, but instead of looking around he went directly into what had been his room as a child. Clean, with light blue color and no posters or useless decorative items, it was as he remembered it. His bed was since long moved from the room, he had sold it when he had moved into the master bedroom. When he had used it after that, it had been as a room where he would research what he could, and do the Genome Sequencing. His actually lab had been in the basement, but going down didn't have any value. He doubted DICE had left anything there, and if they had, there wasn't any use for it. The equipment had been moved to DICE when he was picked up by DICE and a car, no questions asked. Not that he had gotten this great chance to choose when asked, it was either working for DICE, imprisonment, or death, they had secrets to keep, after all.

"Anything in here?" he thought, and shook his head. If they saw this, they would just believe he took something out of sentimental value, whatever that even meant. For him, it sounded like adding value to something because it was old, but not a antique. Just a reason for people not to throw it out. Of course, they would wonder why it was where it was, but every child hid something in their room. "Okay, where was it again?" he thought as he stepped on the floorboards. The sounds were alike on everyone, except for a slight hesitation on the tenth he tried. "Perfect." Then, instead of doing whatever to the floorboard, he found a chair, and placed it so that the same floorboard was underneath it. Then he took a hard rock he had been keeping on his table, and smashed it against the roof. He had been hiding stuff up there since he was fourteen or so, but the first thing that fell in his head was a box the size of drawer. "Ow."
Yep, it still had the same weight as it had the last time he put it up, the instance before DICE confronted him in that very same house, when they finally had found out who he was.

 

[Shadowstar38]

The Lieutenant sat in a chair he took from one of the D6 officer's desks and waited by the cells. He eventually heard movement from one of the experiments. Without bothering to turn around, he called out to the demon he was waiting for.

"Elizer? Are you finally up?"

He took a swig from a bottle of water he brought with him as he waited for Elizer to regain his full alertness.

 

[Azkar Almsivi]

Azkar woke up to gunfire outside her door. She stood up and calmly opened her two duffle bags. She began dressing and equipping herself quickly, it still took a few minutes, but it sounded like the firefight outside was being drawn out. When she was done, Azkar was covered head to toe in black spec ops gear, she began pocketing the mags and grenades she'd grabbed, holstering her weapons and putting on a tactical helmet with a re-breather mask and night vision goggles. None of her skin could be seen anymore. One of the duffle bags still had some stuff in it, which she threw over her should and back. She then kicked open the door, taking position to ascertain the situation.

Her hallways was clear. Azkar took off, rifle at the ready, with a device in her left hand. It was a simple DICE device for finding portals/portal devices and rifts in reality caused by anything really. Azkar had just been to the armory, but apparently there was something of interest there, even though she had already liberated a certain artifact which was now in her bag.

The fact there wasn't any Demons here yet meant that this invasion probably wouldn't last long on it's own steam. The little demons that had bodies on Earth couldn't even possess people, sad really. Azkar stopped at a corner and looked past it carefully toward the door of the armory, there were some people there already. Azkar decided to hang back to observe the situation.

 

[Shadowstar38]

The monster Garath laid eyes on was at least twice his size. It had the exposed muscles of a Kouza but, this one seemed different. Better designed. There was quite a bit of skin on this one, making it all the more grotesque. The single fully formed breast on the left side made one deduce it was female.

The creature lifted a gun up with it's fleshed hand and looked over it. It looked as though it had held one before. Instead of equipping itself however, it threw the weapon down in a fit of rage and began to weep silently.

 

[Evrant-Knight]

As they moved along the floor, Adriana cellphone, now reconfigured for the correct target, lead them down to the floor that housed Division Three. When they got nearer though, a could be seen nearby that was almost off its hinges, it being held on by a single metal bolt. The sign which had been clawed at a couple of times, had the word 'Armoury' clearly written on it.

"Um...demons can't use weapons, can they?" Adriana asked, obviously concerned about what might happen.

"Depends on the demon mostly, some prefer to arm themselves, others meanwhile, like to get close and personal with hand-to-hand combat. Its all a matter of personal preference." Isabelle remarked as she looked around the corner to the next hallway, making sure that there wasn't any trouble lurking. It was then that Garath had disappeared, no doubt into the armoury itself.

For a while there was silence, then suddenly the clang of a gun could be heard, then the sound of someone crying.

"Garath, is everything alright in there? And who is it thats crying in there?" She asked, sounding a little confused.

 

[IFS]

"Garath, is everything alright in there? And who is it thats crying in there?"

Garath ignored Isabelle, and hid himself behind some crates in the armory, the invisibility spell wouldn't last much longer, and he'd prefer to be hidden when it broke. Then he created an illusion of himself walking slowly towards the demon, its hands raised to show it was unarmed.

"Are you all right?" the illusion said, its voice calm and reassuring, Garath was careful not to let his own confusion seep into it, "You seem upset can I help?"

He had never seen a demon act like this before, and he wanted to be sure it wasn't one of D6's experiments, or worse a fellow agent, before he did anything.

 

[Terratina.]

If a sword could smile that would describe Eligor right now. A sure grip and sure hearth, swordsman and sword were together and Eligor felt like he that some purpose again. Nevertheless, he couldn't linger on that for long, there were demons, to be exact Kouza demons, to kill.

However, Eligor couldn't help but draw parallels between sensing aura and radar. He closed his eyes and saw coloured outlines surround back silhouettes, but there were some that were clumps of colour. Undoubtedly the Kouza. Like someone had mashed not only body, but soul together.

Eligor felt the air shift, or rather didn't, but something shifted. He open his eye to find that him and the grey man were standing a floor below from where they once were. Curious, maybe he had underestimated this little human? He wasted no time in asking this man about this ability.

"Just who are you, anyway?" He enquired, and added. "Pardon my obscene officiousness."

Best to get acquainted, and then Eligor realised that this lout didn't even introduce himself at the opportune moment. That soured his mood. But still, things were looking up, sure the wielder was about average, give or take, and the Colonel still wasn't exactly fond of him. But things could be worse... Suddenly Eligor was snapped of his train of thought.

There.​

They had found it. Sword and swordsman were ready. They ran towards the glowing blob.

 

[MortifiedPenguin]

So much for his grand escape plan, they were right, he was pathetic. What kind of idiot wanders the Russian wilderness, half-naked with no supplies, no map, no nothing and is foolish enough to think they would succeed. If he couldn't even come up with a good plan to escape to escape, then he shouldn't have tried to. He should've taken his chance when that fool Gareth let him out, killed him with the scalpel he had palmed and taken his I.D badge, or even better taken him hostage. Instead he went with them, deciding to play along until he could escape. What a fool he was, pathetic fool at that.

"Elizer? Are you finally up?"

He lay there in his cell, not bothering to open his eyes.

"No, I'm laying down, but if your question is whether I'm awake or not then I am"

 

[DarkRawen]

Richard opened the box, the top of it filled with seemingly innocent items, like a small bible and a pair of cloth. However, he could see the shapes, barely, of the items he had intended to get. There were one of those he wouldn't get into DICE unnoticed. Wouldn't have been able to, I mean. Pretending to look for something else, he went into other bedrooms and the upper living-room with the handmade fireplace in white stone, but it was only to throw DICE off his intentions. After what he thought would be enough of a tour, he went into the master bedroom, where his large closet was. He found a suitcase in it and started carefully placing clothes. Mostly it was Cashmere sweaters, expensive shirts and expensive pair of pants, but he also put a dark grey suit into it.

It wasn't that these were the only clothes he had, but the other clothes were at DICE. The only reason he took some of these was so that he would have more clothes, as well as the fact that he needed a reasonable explanation for being in the bathroom so that he could hide the items in the box. He chose a pair of gray suit-pants and a blood-red shirt to wear, and went into the bathroom.

He made sure there were no cameras or anything of the likes, which was easy as this was the most basic bathroom, with only a toilet, a sink and a mirror, as well as some towels. Richard removed his woolen coat, sweater and t-shirt, and put them away. He picked up a towel, to have it within reach. He then opened the box, and removed the cloth. A knife, a loaded gun, a tooth shaped like a fang on a string, a few straws of blond hair, an USB flash-drive, and a small ticket. Every thing here was important, however, one wasn't leaving the bathroom, and two wouldn't get through the DICE in case he should get checked. Hand shaking, not going to enjoy what was going to happen next, Richard lifted one of these items.
And ripped open his stomach with it.

 

[Azkar Almsivi]

Azkar walked up behind Isabelle and Adriana, peeking over their shoulders. In Azkar's current outfit it would be hard for anyone to recognize her, not that she really cared. "Hey, bet whatever you guys are doing is really fun and everything but..." Azkar had been swiping the scanner she had over Adriana and it gave a positive and showed her where the portal device was.

"Hey, you." Azkar put her scanner away and lightly held something against Adriana, something plastic, the two were too close for Isabelle or Adriana to see what it was. She looked the girl in the eyes through her goggles and nudged her "You have a portal thing. I need it."

 

[Shadowstar38]

"Are you all right? You seem upset. Can I help?"

The kouza turned around and primed itself, reasy to attack. Although, something was off about this human. It seemed like it wasn't a threat. It even seemed a little concerned for the demon.

"No. You cannot help me human. I am...far beyond repair.

The demon slumped down against the wall behind her, keeping her eye on what she thought was Garath.

Adriana stood dumbfounded outside as she heard the demon talk to Garath.

"The guy is trying to talk to a demon..." She said in utter disbelief. "Why in the hell is he trying to reason with it?"

The two of them were interrupted by the sudden appearance of a woman in heavy combat gear.

"Hey, you. You have a portal thing. I need it."

Adriana stepped away from the strange woman and gave her a disgusted glare.

"Are you insane? It's for my hands only. Buzz off"
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"No, I'm laying down, but if your question is whether I'm awake or not then I am"

The Lieutenant breathed heavily and sat straight up in his chair.

"Oh. Um. That's good. Are you feeling alright. I was getting kind of worried when they brought you in all frozen like that"
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"Just who are you, anyway? Pardon my obscene officiousness."

"My apologies. I didn't actually tell you much of anything back there. My name is Isaac Specter. I'm kind of a..."

The man stopped as soon as Eligor had lead him to the target. It was a large monstrosity with a head poking out of it's stomach, and a wicked grin on both faces. The thing would certainly be on them in mere moments, so both the sword and the swordsman took the offensive.

Isaac charged at the demon with a brisk speed. The first move he made was take a quick jab at the creature's kneecap. The second the demon tried to avoid another strike it tripped over itself onto the ground.

It scrambled up, balancing on it's arm and remaining leg. It swiped its other arm at Isaac's head, which was knocked away by Eligor. The Kouza kept thrashing about wildly, trying to make some distance between itself and the sword wielder but Isaac merely cut deep into it's flesh each time a limb drew near.

Ready to end the altercation, Isaac performed another pair of stabs to where he guessed the beast kept it's lungs. Now it was both immobilized and coughing up blood. Raising Eligor above him, Isaac came down onto the creature's neck and decapitated it, then thrust the blade into the second head quickly to make absolute sure it was over.

"That takes care of that"

 

[Azkar Almsivi]

Adriana took a step back, revealing Azkar's plastic device was a taser. "Nice choice of words." Azkar said flatly as the wired pins were already stuck to Adriana's chest, pumping her full of electricity. As the girl began to slump Azkar caught her by the arm and lowered her gently. She then knelt down and swiftly looted Adriana, taking her phone and the portal device. Azkar was feeling up her thighs for any weapons but figured she should leave her armed. Adriana started to stir and Azkar laughed "Don't worry, you're not my type." the masked did a motion of blowing a kiss with one hand followed quickly by punching Adriana flat in the face with the other, knocking her out.

Azkar stood up and faced Isabelle. "What? I said I needed it, not that I wanted it." She then pat Isabelle gently on the cheek and began jogging toward the portal room, stuffing her winnings in her bag and readying her SG550.

 

[DarkRawen]

The pain was horrible, and he had to swallow and he slashed again and made sure a somewhat big opening had formed. Since he was going to hide the chip and the gun into his stomach, one would believe it was okay to have a smaller opening than that, it was quite a big wound, but the tissues started repairing almost instantly, trying to reverse what damage had been done. He picked up two of the gloves from his pants-pocket, and stuffed the two items into them to make sure they wouldn't get damaged or destroyed. He then placed the tied together gloves slowly into an area that was somewhat safe, for him at least.

He didn't risk getting internal bleedings and dying from that. When he was done, he waited for a few minutes, pain subsided. Finally, when he was sure he was no longer hurt, he dried up the blood. Richard undressed further until he was only in his boxers and socks, and he then put on the suit-pants and the shirt. He put the knife back into the box, but the other items into his pockets. Then he exited, making it seem as if he had just changed clothes. It was perfect.

 

[Shadowstar38]

Spoiler: N

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