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The vast, steel chamber rang out with echoes. The chamber was as big as an airplane hangar, perhaps bigger. In the very center stood two girls who couldn't have been more different. One was the black magician protege Reivee: her stance relaxed, yet ready for action. The other was Lydia Grace Rosenthall, now known as the first successful cybernetic soldier of the Executive's program, Subject 24. Stationed high above the two, was a viewing platform, and it was here where the triad of the Underground waited. The Executive consulted a tablet computer where Subject 24's vital signs and status were beeping in a steady rhythm, transmitted from the d

The Thief sat at his desk with his feet up on the table. He twirled a short knife between his fingers, and flicked his wrist. The blade spun through the air and hit the dartboard across the room with a thud. The Thief's headquarters was a warehouse down by the docks, and his office was inside a container van. Not as secluded as the Mystic's underground labyrinth, and certainly not as luxurious as the Executive's skyscraper. The warehouse and container van served their purpose and was actually quite comfortable. The Thief brushed a cockroach that had skittered onto his pant leg away. It was just a bother boring early monday morning. No shipmen

Reivee stood just outside the solid mahogany double doors to the Mystic's office. The leader of the Order had called for Reivee and it sounded important. Very important. Reivee fidgeted, brushing away nonexistent dirt from her white hoodie vest. She checked herself once, twice, so many times. Are my clothes on right? Are my nails dirty? Is my hair a mess? She smoothed her clothes out one more time and pushed open the doors. Reivee's eyes took in the usual sights of the Mystic's office. The cabinet made from petrified hardwood stood as proud as it did when it was still a tree. The jars full of preserved dead creatures with their hollow eyes st

The Necromancer's Daughter "Yes, Mistress. I understand, Mistress." Reivee stood ramrod straight as her superior explained the detail of her mission. The Mystic stood a head taller than Reivee, elegant in her flowing white robe and cowled hood. A white satin veil covered her lower face, and every inch of the Mystic, save her eyes, were covered. When Reivee first encountered the Mystic, she thought she was an angel, or a deity. Her appearance was majestic, to say the least. But when the Mysitc spoke, a demon's voice issued from her mouth. It was unsettling to hear harsh, guttural growls coming from what seemed to be a pure and uncorrupted fi

The Triad known as the Underground A very nervous young reporter sat at one end of a long, darkly polished wooden table. An equally nervous crewman stood with a boom mic held above his head, the microphone itself just above the heads of the three people dominating the end of the table opposite the reporter. A woman with short blood red hair and a neatly pressed pinstripe suite and fedora sat at the head of the table, with a tired, almost sick looking woman to her right and a bored looking man to her left. The tired woman briefly turned away from the reporter and the crewman to take a swig brackish looking liquid from a vial the red-haired wo

The Agency's burly guardian angels traded blows with snarling, barbaric demons. The hellhounds had grown to almost the size of a human, coming up to Vash's chest at the shoulders, and were charging at what Vash could only describe as monsters: huge things with four arms, standing at ten feet tall with leathery skin, and chests half the size of a pickup truck. There were only two of the monsters present, but more than enough hellhounds. In the air fighting a dozen harpies all by himself, was a valiant figure dressed in ancient Roman leather armor, with two pairs of gleaming wings on his back holding him aloft. When the figure struck an enemy w

There was a knock on the door and Lilah almost fell out of bed. Bright, strong sunlight streamed in from her windows, the edge of the sunbeam just playing across the foot of her bed. What time is it? Had she slept through the morning? There was another knock and Lilah hastily got up to answer it, the fact that she was still wearing the clothes from last night just registering as she turned the doorknob. Behind the door, his fist raised as if to knock again, was a handsome young man with cunning eyes and a casual air about him. Lilah didn't immediately recognize him, until he greeted her good afternoon. "Oh! The angel Raziel! I'm so sorry, I

"What do we do with Subject 23? He didn't survive the last test." a bored sounding male voice stopped the Executive as she was leaving one of the Experimentation Rooms of her laboratory. The man who stopped her draped a white sheet of cloth over a body lying still on a pristine operating table. The Executive looked back over her shoulder, only once and only a glance, before breezing out the door with a swipe of her magnetic ID card. "Incinerate the body and move on to Subject 24." She said in a stern, commanding tone just before the steel doors slid shut behind her. The Executive walked down the hall with the brisk pace of a rich and powerful

"We just ended up at Mall of Asia. It was fun." Pride said, and Lilah could tell she was trying not to laugh. "Alright! Just…Just stay there and wait for me! Try not to get kidnapped or something!" Lilah hastily shoved her legs into her pants, jumping up and down to get the jeans on, all while talking on the phone. "Fine, fine. We'll be at the entrance to Star City." Pride cut the call, and Lilah was left listening to the prolonged beep on the other line. Lilah swore under her breath and continued dressing up as fast as she could, before running out the door toward the dullahan's quarters. A couple of hellhounds barked at her when she