John made his way through the odd building that was somehow under the FBI Agency, which made a lot of questions form in his head. 'Why would the FBI have a building that served as Waste Management Services? Seems like a waste of resources for the FBI to specialize in…' He thought to himself as he finally reached the front desk of the building where an offer seemed somewhat annoyed by his late arrival. Then again, traffic was a pain to drive through. Slightly nervous, John began to recompose himself to make introductions needed. "Uh… Hello, I'm Agent-'' He began before he was cut off by the Front Desk Operator as he looked at the time on his pocket watch.
"What you are is late. Five minutes to be exact, Agent." He simply told Agent Meyers as he put away the watch.
"I know, sir. Traffic was rough getting here, sir." John explained before continuing, "I am heading to-" He was once again cut off by the elderly agent.
"Section fifty-one. I am aware. Please watch your hands and elbows." He simply told the rookie as he pressed some key on his terminal next to him as John was visibly confused by the statement.
"Mind… Repeating that for me, sir?" He asked with a raised eyebrow as he felt the floor beneath him begin to shift and move. As if some mechanism were taking a hold of the platform for a descent below the surface.
"Watch your hands and elbows." The Agent told him as John made his way down into a highly advanced facility that houses multiple anonymous entities, weapons, and archival knowledge that seemed to focus on the Occult as well as the Supernatural. He took mental notes of the facility and the items it held as he made his way to Section Fifty-One of this otherworldly agency. John had an idea of what this place was, yet he didn't think this was the rumored BPRD Agency he had heard about on the News. Yet, a part of him hoped it was due to being a fan of the Hellboy Comics.
Although, he sadly began lost within the agency as he groaned in irritation by this. "This place feels like a damn Labyrinth…" Agent Meyers said aloud as he reviewed his map of this facility before shadows began to creep towards the rookie FBI agent. Yet, John began to look for the sudden demonic presence that approached him before Rodriguez started to take form behind the human with a mischievous grin. Like a teen ready to pull a prank, Rodriguez created a ghostly noise to scare Meyers which worked like a charm.
The Goetia Prince gave out a hardy laugh as he floated in the air as John started to feel very angered by this childish prank. "God! That was hilarious! It always works when new agents make their way here." The Imp Hybrid announced before John punched him in response.
"What the hell!? Since when did the…" John began until he recognized who this Imp Prince was. "Wait… Aren't you Prince Rodriguez Goetia? Like from the comics?" He asked with clear shock before a thought began to form. 'If he is real… Oh God! That means Loona is real too!' John shouted within his thoughts with a small blush. This definitely didn't go unnoticed by Rodriguez as he gave Meyers a brotherly glare.
"I know that look… You aren't one of those Hentia Artists for one of my sisters, right?" The Prince questioned as his overwhelming presence began to frighten Meyers as he backed up into a corner. Yet before things got out of hand, a man in a suit of armor carried a large sword which glowed with a blue energy. He placed a hand on The Goetia Prince to restrain him as Rodriguez calmed himself with some annoyance clearly visible.
The Person's face could not be seen under the hood of his armor, as if it was just a black void. Yet the armor seemed to be holy in nature as beams of light blue energy hung from the golden shoulder pads. Unlike Rodriguez, this man's presence seemed to bring a sense of calmness and peace. "Apologies for Prince Rodriguez's actions. You humans tend to… get weird with your 'fictional crushes' as I had observed during my time as an ambassador of The High Heavens." The man said with a gentle yet powerful voice. He then gave John a formal bow as he introduced himself, "I am Tyrael, Archangel of Justice. I was requested to help guide you to Professor Broom." The Angel explained as Rodriguez decided to take a walk to clear his head.
"Wait… Where am I? Why are there people here that seemed to be straight out of a comic series I know of?" John questioned as Tyrael laughed as he conjured light to transport his things to another location.
"The Professor will answer all of your questions when you see him, Agent Meyers. After all, he had hand-selected you out of a group of seventy graduates among your class." He explained while gesturing for John to follow him. "I had taken the liberty to transport your belongings to your quarters as well."
The journey to Broom's personal quarters was brief thanks to Tyrael. John then took around the room with some amazement before his eyes had laid on a large water tank with four books sitting on their own podiums. "Please wait here, Agent Meyers. I'll be back shortly." Tyrael requested as he traveled up a set of stairs within the room.
'This place is kind of freaky…' Meyers thought to himself before hearing a voice fill the room. This made Meyers flinch in shock as he heard the voice requested to help turn the pages of the books in front of the tank. He began to look for the source of the voice before a being within the aquarium finally showed himself with a loud thud on the glass.
"Please, the pages agent. I am quite enjoying these stories and would like to continue them." The fish humanoid requested with a kind tone as Meyers tried to process what he was seeing. "I can tell by my abilities that you are Agent John T Meyers, a recent graduate of Quantico. The T in your middle name stands for Thaddeus, your mother's older brother. The scar on your chin had occurred at the age of nine. Even now, you're still wondering if it will ever fade away." The creature stated as his palm faced him within the water tank.
John was a bit shaken by this as he felt like his privacy was violated by the Fishman. Meyers began to mutter aloud in some fear without realizing: "How did it…"
"He, agent. Not it." A kind elderly man said as John sighed in relief as he saw the Professor alongside the Archangel make their way towards him. "My name is Professor Trevor Broom. Pleasure to make your acquaintance." He introduced himself as Broom shook hands with Meyers. He then approached the water tank while grabbing some food for the occupant inside. "Now, this is Abe. His species scientific name is Abraham Sapien, due to the inscription found on his tank when he was found in the year of 1865." He explained as John began to show more interest to learn more about Abe, rather than show fear towards him.
"Isn't that the same year Abraham Lincoln died?" John asked before giving out a small laugh. "Guess that's where the Abe part comes from." He continued as both Tyreal and Broom laughed with him.
"Now, the reason why Abe is able to learn so much about you, Meyers, in such a short time. That is due to his Unique Frontal Lobe, which allows him to telepathically scan with his palms." Tyreal continued on, "Keep note that while you operate with the Agency, you will be hearing that word be used quite often." The Angel clarified as the scent of Rotten Eggs filled the room.
'So, he likes to dine on rotten eggs too…' John said within his thought as they were dispensed into the tank as Tyreal used his powers to flip the pages of the books. This was time for the big question to be asked as John looked at both the Professor and Archangel. "Can I ask for an explanation of where I am, Professor? I am quite lost on that…"
Trevor gave out a small laugh as he turned to Meyers. "If you recall as you entered the lobby of the inscription on the desk. 'In The Absence of Light, Darkness Prevails.'" The Professor began, "Now, make no mistake that things go bump in the night as you have seen examples of such cases. We here at The Bureau of Paranormal Research and Defense, are one of the few groups who bump back." Trevor stated with a proud smile.