By: WhiteDragonPriestess/Rootemus50
Disclaimer: I own nothing of this. I only own Julia, Katja, Danae, and any other original character you see. If you want to see what I own…pay my house a visit or something.
-- Revisions (If you just want to read them in the story itself, skip this section --
I didn't revise much for this chapter, since I enjoyed the flow of it. I just changed a bit of who said what and some of what was said. The biggest changes in the entire story are: the league members (not that you knew who they were anyway), the "anti-league" members, and my OC's. Read on!!
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LXG: Millennial Genesis
Chapter 00: Prologue
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Unknown Location; 2006
The darkness of the warehouse was adjusted to the blinding whiteness of a highly lit laboratory as the two figures walked in. One of them was an exceedingly large man that was hidden from view by the inky black cloak he wore. The other was a smaller man with no hair on his head, but he had a bushy brown beard that hung almost to his chest. This man wore all black, as well, but it was accented with a crimson scarf-like drape over his shoulders.
As these two approached the workstations, a scientist turned to face them. He seemed almost frightened of them, really. The cloaked man raised a hand and the smaller man spoke.
"Master Arados would like to know if the machine is complete yet," he said in a smooth voice, completely at ease with translating to the lesser being. The human gulped and nodded.
"Yes, Mr. Rasputin sir…. The machine has just been completed, if Master Arados would like to see it activated?" he fought to not stumble over his words, and just barely succeeded. The smaller man, Rasputin, turned to the cloaked being known as Arados, causing the hood-covered head to turn toward Rasputin. A deep, guttural voice rumbled up to speak in a language that sounded as though it were someone tripping on gravel.
"Master Arados agrees that seeing the machine activated would be the best of ideas, if only to prove that it is worthwhile to keep your pathetic carcass alive," Rasputin translated calmly. The scientist felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up and he scrambled off to activate the machines without another word.
Arados sneered under his hood, revealing long, glistening white fangs in an expanse of black. These humans were so pathetic and easy to control. Even Rasputin was as pathetic as they, though Arados held the slightest smidge of respect for the insane conjurer. The large creature turned and watched as the scientists hurried about, turning on computers and generators, checking last minute things. Finally, after a seeming eternity to the immortal being, the large metallic circle in the empty area of the room turned itself on and the center of it began to glow an eerie violet with white-colored areas. Arados watched as lightning began to streak through the machine's center and he looked at the humans as they spoke with Rasputin.
The color of the center blazed suddenly, the violet enveloping the lightning and the white streaks. The pinpoint at the very center of the circle then began to open and two creatures fell through it. One was a human, a typical human dressed in a suit with a goatee, moustache, and slicked back hair. The other was clothed in a purple suit with a green vest, his hair a matted and tangled green while his face was scarred in a mockery of a grin and painted like a clown's. They began to recover, some of the demonic minions that Arados and Rasputin had recruited years before ushering them off to the side as the portal closed. During the ushering, the clown-like man was eyeing the demons with a decidedly malicious intent.
This time the color of the center turned a deep indigo. The portal began to open again and a few more of the mysterious figures fell through. These few included a group of soldiers, a young man with slicked back hair of dark gold and sharp blue eyes that wore a royal blue jacket in the style of the French military of Napoleon's time, and a woman with brown hair in twin braided buns that wore glasses and a maroon coat matching the style of the man's. Once again they were ushered to the side.
This process continued through several different worlds and portal colors. In the end there were close to twenty people in the room. Arados chuckled in pure amusement as the dominants of each group began to debate and argue amongst themselves.
Rasputin glanced at his master in a form of shock. If something wasn't done, these idiots could kill each other and Arados' plans would be ruined, yet he sat there and laughed at them! Arados then glanced at the smaller man and made a motion with his hand for Rasputin to speak.
"Halt!" Rasputin's voice rose to a new level of volume, making all activity in the room cease. Everyone turned to face him and he stood before the congregation, completely impassive. "Good evening. My name is Rasputin and I am a loyal servant of the Master Arados, who has called each of you here," he began.
"And who is this 'Arados' character?" came a rather sinister-sounding voice from near the back of the group. Rasputin tracked the voice to a man that wore a stained lab coat that may have once been white. The man's flesh was a sickly green and his ponytail was unkempt and greasy, and his eyes were beady and sinister behind his spectacles.
"I am Arados," came the gutturally deep voice of the behemoth standing slightly behind Rasputin. The smaller man smirked in amusement as all of the people unconsciously took a step back when Arados took a step forward. His master's presence was an amazing thing. "You shall see me and obey," the demon continued. At that, there was a chuckle that bordered on the laughter of the insane. It was the clown-like man.
"Who are you to command us, Arados?" he demanded as he held open his suit jacket to reveal several grenades. All of the grenades were attached to his thumb, which he was wiggling in a manner that was both teasing and warning at once. All the cloaked behemoth did was chuckle and lift his head slightly.
There was a brief display of confusion over the clown's face before he giggled insanely and tore off his jacket, tossing it onto a lower demon that was nearby. The beast squawked and flailed while everyone else ran for cover. Ten seconds later, the explosion sent the demon's parts everywhere and shook the warehouse to the foundations. The silence in the room after that was so great that a pin could've been heard to hit a cushioned floor.
"Tch! Big deal!" another spoke after a few minutes of this silence. This one was clothed in all black with long green hair and magenta-colored eyes. It was a male, though one would only know this from the voice. "For all we know, he was about to do that anyway!"
"Ah…not really," the clown-man admitted with a nonchalant shrug. The green-haired boy, Envy, scowled and said nothing, though he was obviously fuming. Arados smirked at this reaction and lowered his hood…
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Same Location; Three Hours Later
The warehouse swarmed with black clothed agents and people in white lab coats. They had just arrived to find Arados and his minions gone, which meant their tip-off had been a bit off. The most curious thing, though, was the mostly-dismantled machine that dominated the large space. It looked as though the more important parts were gone, leaving just a circular hull and destroyed workstations.
Among this group was a woman that walked through the scene with an air of authority. She was a bit above average height and of a curvy build. Her outfit was one of professional simplicity: a pair of black slacks with a white button-up shirt and black high heels. The combination of this and her long black ponytail, however, said that she wasn't the average pencil pusher. Beyond this, the woman was near middle-aged, but still looked young with her skin as smooth and tanned as it was and with the way her cinnamon-colored eyes took in everything around them with a few sweeps. A simple ball-chain around her neck held an ID card that read 'Agent Julia Nicolai – IDS Lvl 2'.
Approaching this woman was a man that didn't appear to be much younger than she was, his brown hair unblemished by gray. He was clothed not unlike herself, except with a black tie, overcoat, and loafers.
"Agent Nicolai?" he said as he came up to walk beside her where she paced through the warehouse. Julia's eyes snapped up to the man and she nodded only once. "Director John T. Myers, Bureau of Paranormal Research and Defense," he introduced himself as he offered a hand. The agent's eyes widened in a sign of recognition and she shook his hand.
"Yes, I heard that they were sending a few agents from the Bureau…but I never thought the director himself would show up," she said with a half-smile. Myers smiled at that and shrugged.
"This is a pretty big deal, so I thought I'd see to it myself. The guy's name is Arados, right?" he asked as they started walking again. Julia nodded.
"Yes. He's extremely high in the organized crime world, as well as a few others. He's been lying low for a while, though, almost a decade," she explained.
"Why would he return now?" Myers asked, seeming more than a little surprised. Julia's lips turned downward into a sharp frown.
"No one knows," she replied after a moment.
"Wow, that's…just wow," Myers said, his eyes wide. Then he became serious. "Did you have any agents that worked on his cases? Anyone that would know how to help with this?"
"Only one, but she retired about twenty years ago after a case gone wrong," came the tired reply.
"How come?" Myers asked, his eyes now on the machine. Julia's arms folded under her chest as she scowled.
"Yet again, no one knows."
"I see…" Myers nodded. He turned to her, about to ask another question, when a scientist scurried up to them.
"Agent Nicolai. Director Myers," he greeted them, pushing his glasses up onto his nose. Then his attention was solely on Julia. "We think we have an idea of what the machine was used for, but we're not entirely sure. We need some time and a specialist for this. Got any special connections?" he said in a rush, sighing at the end.
"I may know of some people. Give me some time to get in touch with them," Julia nodded. The scientist nodded as well before returning to work. Myers looked at Julia curiously as the woman motioned for him to follow her outside.
"And just who do you know that can help?" he asked once the sun was shining on their faces. Julia took out her cell phone, hitting a few buttons.
"An old friend," she replied. "Professor D.A. Kruse."
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