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Budapest, Széll Kálmán tér Station
Carver stared out the car window, his brow furrowed as he surveyed the aftermath of the attack. Injured civilians, their faces etched with pain, were being tended to by medics. The sight of those who had perished in the chaos filled him with a simmering anger. The blatant killing of the supernatural creatures that had attacked the station was a clear violation of the rules.
"What do you think about the rules?" he asked, turning to the woman beside him. She sat in a daze, her gaze fixed on the chaotic scene outside.
The woman, Sarah Frank, was the most renowned watcher, a rare awakened human seer.
"War will happen without the rules," she whispered, her voice barely a murmur, her gaze still locked on the chaos outside.
"That's why whoever broke the rules will die," Carver said, his voice devoid of emotion. "Either by the human hand or by the supernatural creatures themselves."
The DIVISION, a clandestine organization composed of the most common awakened humans, was tasked with protecting mortals from supernatural threats and enforcing the rules that governed the delicate balance between the two worlds. They were the guardians of the mortal realm, ensuring that the boundaries between worlds remained intact.
"I'm going to ask you again," Carver said, his gaze hardening. "Have you seen anything else?" They had been on their way here before the Cleaners even filed their report. The DIVISION relied on Sarah's visions for early warnings, for an advantage in this escalating conflict.
"Like I said," Sarah replied, turning her attention away from the window to meet Carver's gaze. Her expression was blank, revealing nothing.
"I can only see as far as you are going. Beyond that, even I couldn't see."
The car pulled up in front of the Széll Kálmán tér Station.
Carver pursed his lips, knowing he couldn't expect much more from Sarah. Even other watchers in the DIVISION were unable to perceive the station itself. It was already fortunate that Sarah's vision had brought them here so quickly.
"Stay here," he ordered, his voice firm. He stepped out of the car, slamming the door shut.
"Don't let her out of the car," he instructed his men, who waited expectantly outside the station. Then, he strode toward the entrance, his steps echoing through the silent station.
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Lycans Den
Carver walked in the den, He observed the Lycans, their bodies twisted and broken, the aftermath of a brutal encounter.
DIVISION agents meticulously examined the Murciélago corpses and the fallen Lycans, while two others meticulously inspected the scattered objects and debris within the den.
"How many organizations are on their way?" Carver asked his right-hand man, Victor, his voice low and measured.
"The Joe's are already en route, and the Supernatural Council is sending a representative," Victor replied, his gaze unwavering as he led Carver towards two Lycans kneeling on the floor. Their faces were contorted in agony, their bodies trembling.
"The council didn't like when someone from their side break the rules,"
"Then they should have done a job to prevent it," Carver said with a plain tone knowing that the supernatural council should have seers like them.
"But there are also a few hunters, and even a Grimm appeared," Victor continued, his voice a low growl. He brought Carver to a stop in front of the two men, their bodies wracked with pain.
"Is that so?" Carver nodded, acknowledging the information. He studied the two Lycans, his expression unreadable.
"And these are?" he asked, his tone cool and detached.
"Agent Mack and Holden," Victor explained, gesturing pointing towards the agents inspecting the objects on the ground and then towards the Lycans. "They tracked these two from shredded clothing on the floor to the underground tunnels. They're the only survivors of the attack. We're trying to get information from them, but they're not cooperating, so we decided to offer them a little 'encouragement."
With a subtle nod, Victor signaled to a woman standing behind the Lycans. She removed her gloves, then grabbed the men by their shoulders.
"Arrhhgg," "Aahck," the Lycans screamed, their muscles contorting as the pain of their wounds flared. Their rapid regeneration, a hallmark of their kind, kicked in, attempting to mend their injuries.
"As you can see, sir," Victor said, his gaze fixed on the Lycans writhing in pain, "these two are tough nuts to crack. Their regeneration allows them to endure a great deal of pain."
"Hmm," Carver merely hummed in acknowledgement. "Release them," he ordered the woman who let go quickly before stepping back.
Then Carver crouched in front of the Lycans, he looked at them in the eyes one by one.
"Those who attacked you," Carver began, his voice low,
"killed and injured many humans. I need to know why. Why did they attack you?"
Sean, one of the Lycans, glared at Carver, his eyes filled with hatred. He spat at Carver, a gesture of defiance.
"Fuck you," he snarled, unwilling to betray his kind, not after their success. He and Roderick had seen the missing items in the den, proof that their comrades had returned alive, proof that their mission to create a hybrid was successful.
The spit, however, never reached Carver's face. Victor flicked his wrist, a surge of telekinetic energy redirecting the projectile back at Sean.
"Looks like we'll have to do this the hard way," Carver said, his eyes hardening, turning completely black.
"How about you tell me," he whispered, his voice smooth but laced with an unnerving power. "Why did they attack you? You can tell me. After all, you're my friend, aren't you?"
The Lycans bodies shuddered as their memories began to shift, their sense of self blurring, their hatred for Carver melting into a false sense of kinship.
"RRrrawwh," Sean growled, fighting against the insidious power. His eyes flickered a cloudy blue, but Roderick succumbed to the influence, his mind malleable.
"They attacked our Den," Roderick started to say, but then Sean, his voice sharp with urgency, interrupted.
"No, Roderick! Wake up! Don't say anything!"
Carver noted Sean's resistance. It wasn't uncommon for supernatural creatures to resist his abilities, especially those who had lived long or those who relied on their instincts to survive.
"Take him away," Carver ordered, his voice cold. The woman, her movements swift and efficient, grabbed Sean by the shoulders, forcing him to silence.
"Argh, no!" Sean screamed, the veins on his forehead popping with the intensity of his struggle. Division agents dragged him away, their grip firm.
"Focus," Carver said, snapping his fingers in front of Roderick, who watched Sean being taken away with a mixture of confusion and fear. "Continue your answer."
"I don't know," Roderick stammered, his gaze darting from Sean to Carver. "But I think they were looking for Lucian and the others,"
"Lucian was the leader of the Lycans," Roderick continued, his voice a monotone, devoid of the defiance he had shown earlier.
"Where did Lucian and the others go when the attack happened?" Carver pressed, his black eyes fixed on Roderick, his voice a low rumble.
"They went to attack an elder vampire," Roderick said, his words a mere echo of his former self, showing no emotions.
'Amelia?' Carver's brow furrowed. He knew the elder vampire, Amelia. The DIVISION had files on all influential supernatural creatures, especially those as powerful as Amelia. He knew the Lycans had no chance against an elder vampire, yet they had dared to attack her.
"Why would they do that?"
"To create—" Roderick began, but his words were abruptly cut short.
"No!" Sean roared, his transformation into a full Lycan complete. The pain he endured fueled his rage. His body bulged, thick fur erupted across his skin, his face elongated into a snout, and his eyes glowed a fierce, predatory blue. He wrenched free from the Division agents, his strength amplified by his rage. He slammed his fist into the woman's face, knocking her unconscious.
"RAWWWR!" Sean roared, a primal howl that echoed through the station. He charged at Carver, his movements lightning-fast, his claws sharp, ready to kill. He leaped, but his attack was halted in mid-air, a force field of telekinetic energy blocking his advance.
Victor, standing behind Carver, had reacted instinctively, his eyes narrowed in concentration as he unleashed a wave of power to defend Carver.
"How about—," Carver's eyes flickered black, using his powers to subdue Sean. He prepared to unleash his mental influence, to force Sean to calm down, to revert to his human form. But then, a horrifying realization dawned upon him. Sean wasn't aiming for him.
Sean, his body a blur of motion, slammed into Roderick, his fangs tearing into his neck. He used his claws to rip apart Roderick's body, ensuring his death.
"No! Stop him!" Carver shouted, his voice laced with urgency. Victor reacted instantly, pointing his hand towards Sean as he pushes Sean away from Roderick, hurling him against the wall.
"Shit!" Carver exclaimed, his anger flaring. They were too late. Roderick, his body a mangled mess, lay lifeless on the floor. 'Now we have to start all over,' he thought, his gaze locked on Sean, his Lycan a terrifying testament to his rage.
Victor pushed Sean against the wall, keeping him restrained.
Carver, his eyes flickering into full black, tried to control Sean again.
"Calm down. You know you can't escape with all of us here," he said, his voice a low growl. He wanted Sean back in human form, wanting to gain more information from him.
Sean glared at Carver, a mocking grin twisting his snout. With astonishing speed, he ripped his own throat with his left claw. Blood sprayed across the floor, his hand falling limp.
Carver took a deep breath, fighting to control his rising anger. He stared at Sean's lifeless form, a mix of frustration and disbelief washing over him. "Fuck," Carver muttered.
Victor shook his head, a touch of surprise in his eyes. He had seen countless supernatural creatures, but Sean's determination to protect his secrets, to die rather than betray his kind, was something else.
Victor let his telekinetic hold on Sean falter, allowing the Lycan's body to collapse to the floor, its blood staining the ground then Sean's body slowly reverted to its human form.
The scene was a grim reminder of the brutal realities of the supernatural world. Carver, his gaze fixed on the lifeless form of the Lycan, knew that the investigation had just become much more complicated.
Carver's gaze swept across the den, his mind racing. He needed answers, and he needed them now.
"Use everything!" Carver shouted, looking around the den, then focusing on the two agents, Mack and Holden a awakened humans who can observe the past and present events of a specific person through extra-sensory perception by touching and smelling an object the target has recently touched.
"The bullets on the ground, the broken glass, the shredded clothes, anything! Find me a lead!" Carver ordered, his voice echoing through the den. He knew that finding the Lycans would lead them to the other supernatural creature who attacked the station.
Mack and Holden exchanged a quick glance, their expressions a blend of curiosity and determination, before sharing their findings.
"The shredded clothes are useless. The owners are already dead," Holden said, gesturing towards the fallen Lycans.
"But some of the bullets are different," Mack said, holding up a bullet that was distinct from the others scattered on the floor.
"This is unlike anything I've ever seen before."
He handed the bullet to Carver, who examined it carefully.
"Secondly," Mack said, his voice hushed,
"when Holden and I touched the bullet, we saw nothing."
"So the owner is dead?" Carver asked, his brow furrowed.
"That's the weird part," Mack said, his voice filled with a mix of confusion and excitement.
"When we hold an object from a deceased person, we usually see only blackness. But with this bullet, we saw a silver fog. It blocked our vision."
Carver froze, his mind racing. 'The same as the seers,' he thought, remembering the DIVISION's attempts to glean information through their seers. They too had encountered the same impenetrable silver fog in their visions.
'Whoever blocked the seers sight,' Carver reasoned, clenching the bullet in his hand, 'is connected to the owner of this bullet.' He tucked the bullet into his inner pocket, a grim determination settling over him.
"Just put those specific bullets aside and focus on other things," Carver instructed, his voice sharp.
He knew they needed to find the surviving bat-like creature, but he wasn't giving up on finding the bullet's owner. He was certain that the owner, if they hadn't created the bullets themselves, would have left a trace.
"Start there," he said, pointing towards the room where Michael was held captive.
Mack and Holden exchanged a determined look before disappearing into the room, their mission clear, to find anything that can lead to the Lycans.
Carver and Victor, their presence no longer required in the den, turned to leave.
The weight of the investigation pressed down on them, an unsettling sense of urgency hanging in the air.
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END OF CHAPTER
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UPCOMING CHAPTERS SPOILERS:
Chapter 87: Sancta Helena Part 1, Chapter 88: Sancta Helena Part 2, Chapter 89: Sancta Helena Part 3, Chapter 90: Sancta Helena Part 4, Chapter 91: Sancta Helena Last Part, Chapter 92: Going Back, Chapter 93: Meeting Part 1, Chapter 94: Meeting Part 2, Chapter 95: Suspicion s, Chapter 96: The Deal, Chapter 97: Sexual Tension, Chapter 98: Resigning & Joining, Chapter 99: Arrivals, Chapter 100: Introduction, Chapter 101: Information, Chapter 102: Temptations, Chapter 103: A intense bath R18, Chapter 104: Wryness R18, Chapter 105: Mitsuki's Powers, Chapter 106: Getting Ready, Chapter 107: Getting Ready(2), Chapter 108: Corvinus Castle, Chapter 109: Corvinus Castle, Chapter 110: A Hybrids Fall, Chapter 111: I told you so, Chapter 112: It's You, Chapter 113: Continuation, Chapter 114: William's Prison, Chapter 115: William's Prison(2), Chapter 116: William's Prison(3), Chapter 117: Death of the Twins
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