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"Logos" is a Greek word with several meanings, "idea", "meaning" and "word" among others.
Logos
Lightning danced in a jagged waltz within the sea of grim black clouds above the abandoned old manor. The air was thick with electric charge, moisture, and foreboding.
Silence.
Silence.
Silence.
No sound, just the feeling of floating in infinite space and the flowing sensation of a reality somewhere. Then, suddenly, a pang of pain. She was falling. Something was pulling her through the vast pool of darkness and then, like a flash of lightning, she felt it: HUNGER. It hurt immensely as all her muscles tighten in a sudden spasm. She was conscious of something besides her hunger now. It was the sensation of her tongue moving out without her intent and reaching for the sweet sensation of moisture. BLOOD. As she slowly came to her senses sounds and sensations came through the blankness like messengers coming through a fog. Her eyes slowly picked up contours and her own blood slowly, every slowly, started to flow. But her mind was preoccupied with the sweet taste of the life giving fluid, which her tongue steadily brought to her lips.
A squad of armed men moved steadily across a large hallway in the manor. The soldiers wore green uniforms with a code of arms marked "Hellsing", and bulletproof vests. A very similar group likewise well armed and bearing a similar insignia with the word "Hellsing" on it, but in blue police uniforms made their way stealthily up another corridor. Both advanced through the darkness using night vision goggles.
The first group reached a large two-winged doorway at the end of their hall. The commander gestured to his men to prepare for entry. One of the men attached a set of C4 explosives to the door and the rest gathered around it, at a safe distance, with their weapons ready.
The police uniformed men stormed into a large rectangular room, breaking down the door and covering each other, pointing their guns in every direction. Immediately, the door at the other end of the room blew open with a blast and the green troops charged in.
"Drop your weapons!"
"Don't move!"
The words echoed in the darkness. One of the officers thrust his hand into a pocket in his vest and was shot before he could take out his search warrant, his action misunderstood. The crackling of automatic gunfire filled the usually silent house, then a deafening BANG and all was silenced by the explosion of a grenade.
The storm continued undisturbed outside and only the periodic flashes of lightning illuminated the room littered with bodies and covered with a pool of blood that soon spread across the entire floor. The only sound now was the steady drip, drip, drip of blood slowly soaking through the old floorboards.
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