"How?" Susan gasped, struggling against Carter…no, Abaddon's grip. His hand encircled her neck, fire in his eyes as he held her aloft.

"How what?" Abaddon said. "How am I killing you? You may be in my mind…but a stronger will can convince you of anything…like the fact your lungs aren't working." He threw her aside, moving in for the kill.

"Abaddon…" Claire…Bithiah warned, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Remember who she is."

Abaddon snarled. "She has dared to enter this place, to call us forth…she has threatened everything."

Bithiah moved his head so he was staring at her. "Brother, remember who she is..."

He sighed. "She is my half sister."

"And what has Helena taught you?"

He grit his teeth. "That family is to be protected. That violence is not the answer for all things…even if it is fun."

Bithiah nodded. "I want her dead too…I want all of them dead for making me cry. But we have to remember who we are now."

Susan shook her head, confused. "I don't understand…who are you?"

Bithiah turned, flipping her hair over her shoulder. "Stupid little thing, isn't she?"

Abaddon raised an eyebrow. "You were telling me to be nice not 3 minutes ago…"

"Not to kill her…I can insult the little bug all I want."

"Would your father want that?" Abaddon asked.

Bithiah sighed. "no." She admitted, glumly. She cracked her knuckles before turning to Susan. "We told you…we are Bithiah and Abaddon…and as you know us, Claire and Carter."

Susan shook her head. "It doesn't work that way…past lives are echoes…a piece of the soul released upon death and grown into its own being. It isn't the full person, just a taste." She grew braver as she spoke. "I've never seen a soul this confused, but let me tell you, you are Claire and Carter…Bithiah and Abaddon were merely the beings that donated part of their souls to you."

Abaddon shook his head. "That may be how it is for all the others you have encountered…but I tell you this, we are Abaddon and Bithiah."

"And how can you be so sure?"

"Because God had nothing to do with our return." Abaddon said, giving her a dark grin. "Drago did."

^&^&^&^

(Primatech)

Thompson looked over the file. "I want to say no."

Helena pointed a finger at the file. "This is where Kim took them…I know it!"

Bennet nodded. "This isn't just about our children…its about all the children she stole…we can get them back."

Thompson held up a hand. "I said I wanted to say no." He smirked. "But this is firm evidence. Thus, I will leave it to the commander of this operation to decide."

Turning, Helena and Noah watched as the new arrival entered the room. His hair was graying, and he wore a leather pilot jacket lined with white fur, not bother at all with the hot Texas air. His face was calm, but his eyes showed a cunning few possessed.

They all knew him well. He was the head of the Elite Guard, the top wetworks team for the Company. Agents pursued criminals and escapees…but the Elite Guard went after the men and women that saw themselves as supervillain. They were the killers, the super human fighting force, that protected the company and the world from the most dangerous of foes. And this man was their greatest. The power of sound was his to command…he could replicate any sound or voice. A snap of his fingers would create a sonic wall strong enough to stop a bullet. The clap of his hands could rip the armor from tanks.

"So what do you think, Joseph?"

Joseph smiled. "I say we suit up."

^&^&^&^

Abaddon circled Susan slowly, regarding her for a moment. "You people…none of you understand. You do not wonder where your powers came from, why you were given them…and if you do, you do not worry hard enough."

"And I suppose you do know?" Susan asked.

She suddenly found Bithiah in her face. "Yes…we were there." She took a step back, and focusing, allowed Susan to see the world as she remembered it. A wild world, an ancient world, old and yet young. The world grew larger, until Susan found herself staring at a series of villages, where those that dwelt there…she covered her eyes, not quite old enough to be ready to see such things.

"You know the story well. The Earth had become ripe with sin, so God commanded Noah to build an ark, on which to load 2 of every animal, blah blah blah." Bithiah rolled her eyes. "What no one talks about is the second group."

Abaddon took over. "The world was not without goodness. God found these few humans, and he commanded them to the tallest mountain. There, he stated, they would be spared. To allow them to survive, he gave them each a great power. Command over the elements, over body and mind…and these good people used their powers to last the 40 days and nights. And when the rains receded, God informed those that rested upon the mountain that they were to be a new tribe, one blessed with powers and told to protect the world from sin.

"For many generations the tribe did so, growing large and yet still humble. Many new abilities appeared, and even some humans without powers were allowed into the tribe, their child though blessed with strengths."

Bithiah took up the tale as the scene changed to show a great battle. "But God was fickle in those days, easily forgetting those that served. Waging battle against humans that believed the Morning Star to be the true bringer of light, the tribe took its first causalities."

Susan stared as a man and woman appeared, dead on a battlefield. A man and woman that looked very similar to Abaddon and Bithiah.

"Our mother and father." Abaddon stated. Susan watched as a young Abaddon, only 15 years old, led a 13 year old boy and a 10 year old girl into a temple. "I went to a temple of God, and begged him to spare our parents lives…that we could not survive without them. My prayers were answered…but not as I had hoped. An angel came upon us, and commanded we dry our tears, rejoice in our parents lives and not mourn their deaths, and continue our duty." Abaddon grit his teeth. "Our duty. We had lost our family, and they commanded us to do our duty!"

Bithiah began to speak as Abaddon raged silently. "In that moment, we all knew we could not serve a Lord that demanded so much and gave us little. If God would not aide us, we would aide ourselves. It began simple, stealing to fill our bellies, attacking others that dared to cross us. But as we grew, we began to use our powers more and more…and the world slowly learned of us.

"We became plagues upon the world, forces of nature. Countless kingdoms fell as we sought more and more to fill the holes left in our hearts. In the end, we three decided that if we were not servants of God, we were then gods ourselves. We gained worshipers, and by the time I reached my 20th year, we were called divine."

Susan could only watch on as the scenes played out, of how the three orphans grew into cold, battle forged generals, worshiped and idolized, hedonistic and sinful. She watched Abaddon and his brother lay siege to cities, raping women and slaughtering children, Bithiah seducing kings and queens and poisoning all within their palaces, no matter how weak or small.

"We were the dark gods, the wicked three." Bithiah spoke. The image shifted to the middle child, his eyes filled with flames as he held out his hands, literally ripping the souls from those that opposed him. "Drago the Beast." Susan watched as Bithiah ran her fingers through a river, turning it to foul poison whose very vapors killed all that it touched. "Bithiah the Doombringer."

A final scene showed Abaddon raising his hand, slamming it down. Before him, an entire city was crushed, the earth denting to form a handprint.

"Abaddon…the Destroyer."

Abaddon shrugged. "Not the sexiest title, I know…"

Susan could only stare at them, speaking without thinking. "You're monsters."

Bithiah and Abaddon looked at one another. "Yup." They both stated, laughing slightly. Susan was unnerved as they began to approach her.

"God felt that way too." Bithiah stated. "He commanded Hitin, the leader of our tribe, to send all against us. Thus, upon one of our great cities, all those blessed with powers waged war."

Susan watched as the battle suddenly raged around her. She shrank back as Bithiah, Abaddon and Drago slaughtered hundreds of their own kin without mercy, without a care. Blood coated the ground and stained the rivers, and the sky was filled with fire and brimstone. It was like the end of days, and the side of darkness was winning.

"But even with out skill…we were outmatched." Abaddon stated. Susan turned, hearing Bithiah cry out. She watched as the image showed the woman impaled on a sword that had already run its way through Abaddon's heart, her brother having tried to save her. "We fell." Drago let out a roar of fury as he rushed to his brother and sister's side. "Drago knew there was nothing to be done…but still he sought a loophole. And he found one within his own power, a way to free us from the Hellfire." Drago focused, and the souls of Abaddon and Bithiah floated out of their bodies. "He would send our souls to the ether, to wait and be reborn again one day. And when that day came, we would begin our war again."

Bithiah shook her head. "But God had chosen his chief well. Hitin interfered, his own power perfect to counter such an act." Susan watched as the image of Hitin, a tall, dark skinned man, his head shaved and eyes black as coal, held up a hand. The souls of Abaddon and Bithiah shuddered, shrinking and twisting until they took the form of infants. "He bound our memories, so that even if we were reborn, we would be truly reborn, as if living for the first time.

"Drago knew none of this, and sought to do the same to himself. Hitin interfered, but his work on us came too late. For Drago, he only managed to curse him…or grant him a gift, depending on your view." The image of Drago's soul floated over to a dead body, sinking into it and taking it over. "Till the end of days, Drago would be able to find a new body, freshly killed, and claim it as his own…Hitin had made him immortal."

Abaddon nodded as the images faded to white. "For over 7 millennia, Drago has sought us out, waited for us to be reborn, so that he could claim us. He finally received word that we were reborn, hidden in children of the Company, guarded by those with a connection to your mother." He paused. "He believed us confused, that all he needed to do was find us, and we would awaken, ready to grow up once more and reclaim the world."

"And…will you?" Susan asked, filled with dread.

Bithiah smiled softly. "no."

"…what?"

"Hitin granted us a great gift. For in this new life, we have held no memory of our past." Bithiah shimmered, and she appeared now not as the warrior goddess, but as a modern teen. "I have been Claire Bennet, and I have learned of love and of loyality and of peace." She, for a moment, appeared as she truly was, a 5 year old child, before reverting to Bithiah.

Abaddon nodded. "For my first seven years, I learned pain, of suffering. The cycle of pain doomed to repeat. But then…she found me. My mother…my savior. Helena Daniels taught me forgivness, of safety and of joy. She held me as I cried and chased away the nightmares. I can only repay her by being the son she loves, by being Carter Daniels."

Susan shook her head. "But…your what you showed me…"

"Abaddon was a terrible man…but that was another life." He stated, his armor fading until he wore jeans, a t-shirt, and a simple leather duster. "I am Abaddon as he should have been…I am Carter Daniels, son of Helena and Vic Daniels."

Bithiah turned to Susan. "We only remember this while you dwell here. The moment you leave, your powers will be gone and we will slumber. Bithiah and Abaddon must never awaken again…tell our brother you found nothing…please…let us rest…our time is over…the time of Claire Bennet and Carter Daniels is here."

Susan nodded. "I will."

Abaddon smiled softly. "Thank you."

^&^&^&^

Susan gasped as she was pulled from her trance.

"Well?" Drago asked.

"…no."

Drago raised an eyebrow. "You don't seem sure…"

SNAP

The wall of the slaughterhouse broke apart, revealing Joseph, Noah, Helena and Claude standing behind him.