Lights randomly flashed on and off in this unknown location which had taken the form of a hallway, it was dead silent apart from unregulated moans that could be heard at regular intervals.
Footsteps soon lightened the atmosphere of silence a little, " Are you sure you know what your doing " a male voice said as two figures came to view, " Just give me custody over them " another voice replied.
Two men soon walked into view, one dressed in an immaculate lab coat with a normal average appearance black hair, eyes and glasses were firm placed in the bridge of his nose.
An ID card hung over his neck informing that he was forty six year old James Dwayne, the head of ward 17 C AKA ' The Domain of Death ', " The Pope has ordered for their release don't question his authority " the other man said, looking like a secret agent in a black suit.
He wore a pair of dark specs and held a briefcase which kept hidden secrets from the view of the public eye, after walking through a myriad of hallways they arrived at a door in the last hallway's deadend.
On the door was boldly written Ward seventeen, ' Keep Off ', " Hally Ho, open it already, I ain't got all day mate " the secret agent said impatiently tapping his feet repeatedly on the ground.
The scientist hand trembled as he opened the door and they went in, they were immediately greeed by a sitting room, loud chatting and laghter, a group of teens five in number could be seen watching a television program discussing as it progressed.
" Talon it's starting " a female voice said giggling right after, " Thanks Gi, I nearly missed it " a male voice responded, * Sigh *, noticing that they failed to realize his presence the scientist cleared his throat calling their attention to him.
Other children came out of their rooms totaling their numbers to ten.
" Already kids, were moving " he announced earning few disgruntledly murmurs, " but we were here just a few months ago " a petite Loli said with a pout, the scientist wanted to speak but was rudely stopped.
" Am sorry children, but it's time to answer your call of purpose " he began.
" The world we live in is bridged into two fractions, one is riddled with the curse of the supernatural, a world which remains stuck in the past and refuses to advance because they feel superior due to magic and the accursed mana.
" And the other is the humble world we manage, struggling to maintain our balance but those devils chose to shake the balance we have struggled to build.
That's why we have you, our only hope in extinguishing those vile creatures created by the devil to destroy our worlds advance.
You would learn more about their atrocities and would receive further training on how to use your abilities to the fullest " the agent said in a stern tone.
" Would we be treated better than this research lab " one of the teens pointed out but the agent immediately clarified him, " As the saviours of our world you would be treated like kings ".
" When do you get going " another said blowing up a piece of gum, " Right now, w…where's the other child weren't they supposed to be eleven " he pointed out.
The reporter shook his head, " The other one is nothing like them, even the pope forgot about him so I would say only ten chosen children grew in my care. " He said.
" Don't argue with me now hand over the boy " the agent said roughly, but the researcher's voice cut through the oppressive atmosphere quickly, " No! ".
" Handing these children already means no more enhanced humans to guide the Vatican till the next batch of chosen are born but that one is a weapon of mass destruction I will tell you that.
" Every war the Vatican has fought in the recent years was because of that one being, so the Pope would nev… "
* BANG *
" Dwayne, the pope has ushered the hand over of Fabian in the replace of Amelia " a female said busting into the room and interrupting the researcher's speech.
The female newcomer walked over to the obsolete plasma television set and placed a small circular device on it, tapping the device twice which activated the machinery.
The television automatically switched of, then the screen was overrode by a blue cast or a blue background per say.
It glitched in the faction of a second and fabricated piece by piece the visage of a middle aged man dressed in a white cassock with a pellegrina and a white zucchetto.
" Your Holiness, is what I hear credible " James said in a doubtful expression, " Blessed child are those who haven't seen but believe, there are a lot of things going on that your unaware of, thus comply " Pope Celestine VI said.
The researcher stood dumbfoundedly as Pope's face slowly disappeared from the television because the transmitter had been removed, a cold mocking voice cut sharp though his hearing, " Lead the way James ".
Hesitantly he walked to the passage leading the agent deeper into the ward while living the female researcher to take care of the remaining children.
" Why do you hesitate so much, we can always exterminate him if he becomes a threat " the agent said getting a response of, " what's your name ".
It sounded eerie as it was unnerving, the air became cold and heavy as they pushed forward the incredibly long hallway, unknown to the agent the hallway was slightly slant leading underground.
The further they walked, the deeper they were.
The agent found it very hard to answer such a simple question, so the journey continued, the light grew dimmer with each step and their journey felt longer as they progressed.
At the end was a dark wall which couldn't be seen at the initial start of the walk, the agent could even remember a door at the end of the hall way.
His mind felt unease, disarrayed and at the verge of losing sanity, he turned to the researcher just to find an empty walked body besides him.
Noticing he had been seen the researcher stopped abruptly.
It was the researcher but everything about the current him felt unnatural, his steps were stuttered and slowly, his skin dried and pale, his eyes lifeless with no iris.
A pang of alarm spread though the heart of the agent, time ticked slowly and the air became dense, a daunting melody similar to a child's nursery rhyme played in the incorporate background.
" What's yo…your yo…your name " the researcher said again lifeless, akin to a broken doll, the agent walked backwards until his back hit the cold concrete wall.
The thick air loomed over him, his breathes turned into a condensed icy mist, " What is your name " the researcher said again clearer this time as his body turned to the researcher.
" Arnold, Arno…ld Pat " he stuttered, " We have arrived bow before Lord Azreal " the researcher said as he felt himself fall backwards as if leaning on a door that was about to be opened.