"I want to murder them! I want to tear them apart! I WANT TO KILL THEM ALL!"
She felt his tears wet her robes.
"They took her! THEY TOOK HER FROM ME!"
His attempts at escaping weren't ceasing, but Parvati kept a firm hold on him…
"THEY TOOK HER!!!!!!"
GRUUUUU!
…because he needed her.
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|DxD|
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1999/08/29- September 1st, 1999 (Wednesday), Naberius Clan, Underworld
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It was early morning in the Underworld. The territory of the Naberius Clan was vast, especially for a branch clan belonging to the Nebiros Clan. It wasn't prestigious like the Gremory Clan and lacked the numerous buildings that dotted the landscape.
Instead of agriculture, the lands belonging to the Naberius housed different biomes populated with all sorts of strange species. Apart from the singular massive mansion, the lack of infrastructure would make one believe the Naberius were game rangers or animal lovers of sorts.
But they would be in for a surprise for deep below the ground was where the Naberius truly worked. The Naberius were mainly a clan of scientists under the employ of the Nebiros. Because some of their experiments were less than…humane, they needed to be conducted in secret, away from the prying eyes of the current satans.
The base was somewhat futuristic with thick metal doors that only opened through biometric authentication. There was a distinct lack of colour- everything was grey. Teams of scientists in white robes pitter-pattered about with clipboards in hand.
In one room, there was a spectacled man with a receding hairline. To be accurate, this room was more of a lab than a private room for rest. There were multitudes of scientific tools and different sorts of machines. The only thing that stopped this place from becoming a full-blown lab was a single bed by the corner…and a jail cell on the other side.
The man was furiously typing something on his computer, obviously uncaring for the weirdness of his quarters. On the screen was the molecular structure of DNA and from the results of his typing, he was running simulations.
He scribbled on a notepad beside him each time the machine 'booped' a negative response.
"I'm close. I'm getting closer. I'm getting closer! I'm getting closer…"
His hand trembled as he scribbled in his notebook. His ineligible writing would make doctors wish to take notes and pharmacists to reconsider their life choices.
His eyes glanced towards the seemingly empty cell like a predator glances at prey.
"Maybe if I…"
He quickly went to typing on his computer before eventually, a positive 'boop' sounded. A tiny bottle connected to small mechanical assembly line was filled with a strange yellow liquid.
The man quickly stood up and took a new syringe from a bowl. He grabbed the bottle and extracted the liquid into the syringe. After calculating a few millilitres of the liquid, he marched towards the bars.
"Kuroka~ Time for your daily dose~."
He was met with silence, silence he didn't like.
"If you continue to play your games, perhaps your sister would apprecia-"
"Shut up!"
Kuroka fell down from the ceiling and glared at the man. She was a Nekushou, a rare breed of cat yokai in her early teenage years, possibly thirteen or fourteen. She was young in age, but her golden eyes showed maturity far above her years.
"Don't touch my sister!"
However, the man had a kind smile on his face, seemingly unfazed by her glare.
"I promise that I, Sullivar Naberius shall not touch your sister…"
Slowly, his expression became one of mocking.
"...as long as you are obedient like the animal you are."
"..."
Kuroka absolutely reviled this perso-no, this monster in front of her. From the bottom of her heart, she wished to skin-
"I can see it in your eyes. You wish to skin me alive, little kitten. Unfortunately for you, your first attempt failed rather pathetically. Be glad I do not hold grudges. In fact, be glad I tolerate you."
Without warning, he grabbed the iron bars and looked right into her eyes.
"You should be grateful that through my help, you will be elevated into an existence far above your lowly status. Now be obedient and GIVE ME YOUR-"
Psshhhhh…
The metal doors slid open to reveal a man in a pristine suit. He was accompanied by a receptionist wearing a lab coat that adorned her figure.
"Professor Sullivar. You have a visitor."
"..."
From the looks of this person, Sullivar could tell he was from the Bael clan.
"Pardon me for my current state of distress."
He stood up straight and brushed off the nonexistent dust.
"I was told that I would be receiving a visitor today. Might I hazard a guess and assume it's you, Sir…?"
"Bael. You need not know my name."
"..."
It was only when the man walked in that Sullivar realised how tall he was.
"Of course, Sir Bael. While I was aware of your impending visit, I was not informed of the reas-"
"Her. I have been sent to collect her sister."
"Oh?"
Rather than get mad, Sullivar was curious.
"We have received your report. We plan to replicate the procedure on an untainted nekomata."
"No! Take me instead!"
In her cage, Kuroka was violently shaking the bars. Shirone was her absolute bottom-line. Nothing could happen to her. Nothing!
"Leave my sister alone!"
"..."
Sir Bael glanced at Kuroka indifferently before turning to the receptionist.
"Madam. May you please bring the one named 'Shirone'?"
"Yes, Sir Bael."
Like a robot, she replied monotonously and left to complete her task.
"..."
Sullivar was left lost for words. These two girls were obviously his possessions. He worked hard on one of them to improve his conjecture of creating an artificial Super Devil. He devoted years of research to this, even going so far as to seek the assistance of a mere human.
So…no. He couldn't. He couldn't let them take his precious subject away like that.
"Nyaaa! Let me go! Let me go!"
His eyes flickered when they brought in a very young girl. She was only six-years-old with short white hair and golden eyes.
"Sir Bael. I understand your desires, but please give me some time to prepare them well for you."
He was nervous when he saw Shirone being dragged in by the receptionist. She was his prime experimental piece, his foundation, his dreams.
But Sir Bael didn't care. The moment Shirone was brought in, he eyed her like a specimen.
"Sullivar. I operate on orders. My orders are to take her."
"..."
Sullivar sank deep into his thoughts. The screams and protests of Kuroka faded as he gazed at Shirone. His research was already taken. Now they were going to take his prized possession. They would use his experiments to turn her into a Super Devil and not give him the credit. They were stealing his lifelong work right in front of him.
"..."
*Clenches fists…*
"So be it."
"We are glad you unders-"
"If I can't have her, THEN NO ONE CAN!"
Without warning, he charged towards Shirone with a dagger that suddenly appeared from the sleeves of his coat. He was going to kill her right then and ther-
*Puchi!*
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Silence…
"..."
Sullivar looked down. A small hand had pierced through his chest…
Badump…Badump…
…and ripped out his heart. He could only watch his heart beat helplessly within the grasp of that tiny hand.
In a flash, so many things happened. Stimulated by the impending death of her sister, Kuroka exploded with power and tore apart the cell restricting her. She then killed Sullivar with absolutely zero hesitation.
Now, everything was a mess. Kuroka was quick to realise her crime. Including her and her sister, there were two more devils in this room and dozens, possibly hundreds of more in this base.
"..."
She had no time to worry about her sister's mental state. She had to quickly kill them both and-
*Puchi!*
"..."
Right in front of her, Sir Bael shoved his hand into the receptionist's chest. The woman was shocked since she never expected she would be killed by him.
"Ah…ah…"
The woman collapsed to the ground with eyes full of unwillingness. Sir Bael didn't even have the decency to look at her. He could care less about a useless devil.
His only role was to fulfil orders.
"Girl. You should quickly escape before you are stopped."
Sir Bael moved to the side so as to not block the door.
"Do not ask me why. Use this chance to escape."
"..."
Kuroka could not hesitate. She jumped over Sullivar's corpse, grabbed her sister, and vanished like the wind.
Su!
"..."
Sir Bael looked at the two corpses on the ground with indifference. He took a small cloth from his suit pocket and used it to wipe his bloodied hand. The magical effects imbued in the serviette completely removed the blood on his hand and sleeves along with the scent.
He then used the power of destruction to destroy it.
Vwong
A small magic circle formed around his ear.
"Mission accomplished. Target has successfully killed their master and is fleeing."
A smooth yet professional feminine voice sounded in his ear.
"Good work, Thirty-Four. Follow up on the matter and report back to base. I will convey your success further up the chain."
"Affirmative."
The magic circle vanished.
*RING!* *RING!* *RING!* *RING!*
The emergency alarm blared across the entire base and it was synonymous with the pitter-patter of boot-clad feet coming closer to him.
Sir Bael or number Thirty-Four remained unfazed when four special operatives poured into the room. Different from the typical medieval armour worn by guards, their attire was a more modern combat suit that also covered their heads in a helmet.
The moment they spotted the corpses, three of them left while one remained to question him. After that, it was simple procedure. Because he was from the Bael household, the Naberius couldn't keep him detained.
As such, Thirty-Four walked out of the base with an imperceptible, but nonetheless triumphant smile on his face. His mission was complete and the subsequent set of events would ensure that no matter what, the Peerage Overhaul Policy would not pass.
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AN
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Well…that happened. Zekram must have one very good intelligence network if he could figure out how Sullivar and Kuroka would react if certain events were manipulated.