Disclaimer: Trinity Blood is owned by Sunao Yoshida. I fell in love with the story.
Note to readers: This is a story who the main character is an OC: Thomas Hall. The reason Isaak is listed as a character is because he's a major character in this book. Abel and his siblings appear later in the book, but this story is about what happened leading up to the Red Mars Project and so much more. What those who've been following know about Thomas is about to be blown away, enjoy.
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Trinity Blood: Prequel: Wizard's Treachery
Prologue: Isaak

Wind howled, pulling at Isaak's long coat. His boots dug into the earth, eyes narrowed against the grit the wind flung up. The sickening scent of population clung to the air. Here in the slums of the United States there was little good air left to breath.

Even through the darkness of night the large pillars of smoke could be seen. Machines, digging for ores which no longer excessed, which blew up into the air large amounts of earth, dirt, and gunk. A rotten world hidden from most by the glamour of the UN's cities; a rotten core for this rotten world, this world was rotting from the inside out. It had been for decades now.

Isaak tugged his scarf further up his face, trying to dim the rancid smell. He quickened his pace. Turning down an old alley, he glanced behind him. No one was following yet. With a nod, he knelt down and slipped his key into an old style lock. The chain was pulled from the storm cellar. The clinking was dimmed by the distant rumble of tanks. A UN patrol was coming this way.

Glancing back at the entrance into the alley, Isaak's enhanced sight caught glimpse of a white uniform. As a shadow, he slipped into the cellar and closed the doors with a soft tap. He was doubled over as he raced down the flight of stairs. The steps groaned, creaking in protest to his weight.

The stairs widened. Light shifted aside the shadows. Isaak raced to the earthen ground and passed the two standing guard at the bottom the stairs.

"Isaak!" the female guard called after him, but he didn't stop to chat.

Several tents were lined up on the small "road" which led to the back of the several mile wide, underground camp. His destination: a room at the back. Several people looked up from preparing their evening meals. A few even waved, but Isaak ignored all of them.

Skidding to a stop, dust flew up around Isaak. He bagged his fist against the shabby, wooden door. "Open up, Hall!" his bellow was muffled by his scarf.

The door opened, but it was Doctor Carter Hall. It was Emily, his wife. "What's wrong, Isaak?" Emily asked, looking at Isaak with confusion in her pretty, green eyes.

Isaak slipped into the room without waiting for an invitation. "You two need to leave, now." He pulled down his scarf to reveal a dust covered face which spoke more of an Asian descent than anything else.

In the back of the room a tall man was bent over a microscope. His short, curly born hair ruffled. The lab coat was tattered and covered in as much dirt as what covered Isaak's black coat.

"Take what we've on the subject and get out here. Or better find a way to hid it." Isaak glanced at the two people he'd been working with the past few years. Carter Hall was a well renowned geneticist. Up until five years ago he'd worked for the UN until he'd mysteriously vanished.

Emily had no ties to the UN except for being married to Carter. Isaak had met the two of them by chance and they'd escaped to this underground city of enhanced humans. Or, he should say, illegal enhanced humans.

Here the three of them had started to try and create an enhanced human like none other. The attempts had ended in a near perfect human. The only problem was the child would end up like Isaak because Isaak had been the only thing living "close," and he used the term loosely, to a slow aging human. Centuries old, from what Carter had been able to tell. Granted Isaak had no memory beyond the past five years.

"We've it safe," Carter said, turning away from the microscope. He took the laptop and stowed it into a back. "I've got the last of the data incase another starts up on this. Let's go, Isaak."

"What about the people here?" Emily asked as Carter took her wrist.

"They knew the risk of letting us work here." Isaak led the way to the back entry. "Besides, this subject is their best chance at freedom, at all of humanity having freedom again."

Carter slung the bag over his shoulder. "Right now, we need to focus on getting out here. These people have a better chance if we leave."

That wasn't true, seeing as the UN believed Carter had been kidnapped by enhanced humans, but Isaak kept this to himself.

"We need to go," Isaak urged her. He tried to open the door but nothing happened. The damned thing was locked. Isaak threw his bodyweight against the door. It creaked. His shoulder throbbed as he did so again. The wood splintered before cracking. The door swung open on broken hinges. "Go!"

Carter raced passed him, pulling Emily behind him. Looking around, Isaak could just make out the screams sounding from the front of the camp. The UN had already entered. Isaak raced after the two. It took him a few seconds to catch up.

"The UN's already down here. We need to move swiftly," Isaak urged them. It was important the subject didn't fall into UN hands.

Isaak raced up the rusting ladder and pushed open the rotting wood hatch. Leaping out of the hole, he could hear the distant sound of gun fire. He turned and held out his hand to Emily. Her soft, warm hand grasped his. Pulling her up, the rumbling of gun fire grew louder. The UN was moving this way.

Carter was only a heartbeat behind his wife. "It's getting close," stated carter, glancing to his left.

Following his gaze, Isaak could just see the flashes through the darkness of the night. "This way." Isaak went right, away from the battle.

From the gloom of night rolled a tank. Several soldiers raced up on either side of the tank. The white uniforms marked them clearly as UN forces. The thrumming of a helicopter sounded overhead.

"Go," Isaak hissed at Emily and Carter. "I'll draw their fire."

"No, Isaak." Emily's hand closed on his arm. "You can't sacrifice yourself like this."

"The subject is the only hope this world has of rising from the mess the nations have put it in," Isaak tried very hard not to snap at her. "You two need to escape and ensure its safety."

"Becareful, my friend," Carter whispered before pulling Emily behind a wall. Isaak could just hear the two of them slip off over the noise of the helicopter.

Light flare around Isaak. Helicopter lowered. Strands of black hair whipped at his eyes, tickling his forehead. The short strands were covered in grim, speaking of the years he'd spent with the enhanced humans.

"You there, are you a civilian or an enhanced freak!" a man called from atop the tank.

Isaak smiled at them. "I don't know. Which am I in your eyes?" Isaak lifted his hand.

"Open fire!" the man bellowed.

The muzzles of countless guns flare. The tank turned to point its long barrel at Isaak. A shield appeared before him. The bullets slammed into before clattering harmless to the ground. A blinding flash filled the space as the tank fired.

Isaak's boots dug into the dirt. He skidded back as the weapon slammed into the shield. It spun there before bam! Isaak's ears rang as the night was light in fire. He skidded back, back slamming into the wall.

Gasping, Isaak stumbled, clutching his aching side. He glared at the UN forces. Teeth gritted against the pain, he charged them. Weaponless, with only his shield, Isaak knew this to be suicide. It didn't matter as long it bought enough time for Carter and Emily to get clear.

A scream of pure defiance tore from Isaak's lips. He leapt at the nearest soldier, summon the shield to him. The soldier freaked, firing several useless shots. The shield slammed into the man. The soft popping of bone sounded as the man was crushed under the shield and the force of Isaak's impact.

Whipping around, Isaak guarded against several more shot. The sound of firing guns was thunder in the night. He leapt behind a soldier. Taking hold of his head, Isaak snapped the man's neck.

Pain shot through his hip. Snarling, Isaak turned. The man with the red rimmed uniform of command stood behind Isaak. His gun pointed and still smoking for the shot he'd fired.

"Aim for his back!" the commander shouted. "The shield doesn't cover there."

Isaak roared with pain. He charged towards the commander. Fire shot through his leg. A bullet thumped into the ground. He stumbled. The ground struck his knee.

"Bind him!" the commander called.

The first few soldiers raced to do so. Isaak used his good leg to thrust him towards the nearest soldier. His shoulder slammed into the man's throat. Taking hold of the man, he thrust his knee straight into the man's throat. The soldier was dead before he hit the ground.

Balancing on is good leg, Isaak called the shield to guard against several soldiers. One raced around the shield. Isaak thrust his fingers into the man's eye. Warm blood gushed round his fingers. The soldier shrieked, stumbling back and clutching his face.

Isaak twisted on his ball of his foot. Bullets thudded to the ground. There was only so long he could keep this up and with his leg injured – gah! His arm went numb. The shield vanished as Isaak fell forward. Knee slamming into the ground, warm blood dripped to the dry earth.

"You put up quite a fight." The command strode over to Isaak. The cool barrel of the gun rested between Isaak's eyes. "You've earned the right to tell me your name before we take you in, slim."

Isaak glared up at the commander.

"Come now, it's a name," stated the commander.

"Isaak," the word was a more snarl than anything else. "I'm called Isaak."

"No last name with that?"

Isaak glared at the man. How he'd enjoy breaking open the man's skull. "None," Isaak relied. "It's just Isaak."

The commander flipped the gun so he held it by the muzzle. "Well, Isaak, it'll be a very short trip for you."

Pain exploded through Isaak's skull. Darkness swam before his eyes before overtaking him. He was aware of mumbling then the rumbling of an engine. He sank deeper into the darkness.

Next Isaak was aware of cold, hard metal pressed against him. A light doubled then went one and doubled again over him. He blinked. The light returned to one before doubling again and repeating.

Isaak tried to sit up. Pain shot through his body. Gasping, he collapsed back onto the metal table.

The light steadied. Isaak turned his head. His wrist were bound to the back as were his legs. Turning his head back, he could just make out wiring running from the bindings to a large generator.

"My, you're certainly a strong. Far stronger than those others the commander brought back from America."

Isaak's ear pressed against the cold metal. A shadow paced around the table just out over the light. From his silhouette Isaak could tell the man was rather scrawny.

"Most were crying with the first bolt of energy," stated the man. "Up the output. Let's see how much pain our new subject can handle." The words weren't meant for Isaak.

Energy surged through Isaak. Writhing, it took all his willpower not to cry out. The energy was cut.

"Good, very good," the man sneered. "I believe we've found our test subject. Again."

The energy coursed through Isaak's body before ebbing away.

"Again." The word was repeated every time the energy faded. Blood trickled into Isaaks mouth as bit his lip to stop form crying out. The pain was so immense. "Yes, yes, I like this one." The man laughed, a creaky sort of laugh. It was wretched and horse, inhuman. "Check his DNA. If he's in the system he's useless to us."

Isaak's eyes rolled. He fell again into the bliss of shadows and darkness.

(Author's Note: Just going to say this now, because I know someone will ask it. At this point in time Isaak's only power other than immortality is the Shield of Asmodai. The other powers are going to come later on in the book.

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