This is the first chapter of my "novel", I'm a novice so please don't crucify me mercilessly.

English is not my mother language, I'm sorry for any mistake.

The SCP Foundation is not my property, Metal gear Solid is property of Konami and Hideo Kojima, Splinter Cell is property of Ubisoft and Tom Clancy, High School DxD is property of Ichiei Ishibumi.

This fanfic belongs to me.

Chapter Version 2
Edited and expanded.

Birth Of The Legends

Arc I

Fight in the darkness to serve the light.

Chapter 1: Adam Rose.

"Do you think he will grow well?"

"For the results, I would say yes."

"I hope so, I don't know if we have enough funding to recreate them."

Two scientists were arguing in a dusty laboratory, behind them there was a capsule of at least three meters filled with a yellowish-green liquid, inside of it there was a boy of little more than 3 years.

The boy was blond, his blue eyes had a tiny tint of green, his skin was pale since the poor boy had never seen the light of the sun.

At the bottom of the capsule, there were 4 written letters: Alfa Golf Lima Romeo.

The scientists put their hands on their hips, that kid...subject had a strange look in the eyes. It was something murderous like the cold glare you would find in a psychopath yet it possessed the naivety and innocence of a baby.

One of the scientists crossed his arms and looked away. "The lock we implemented in his DNA should last until he is matured."

The another scientist sat on a chair and crossed his legs. Even after all the simulations done for the best computer that humanity had and the ample testing done by the entire team, he still had doubts about the Omega Blockers.

"I'm not sure. We know that power is linked to emotions, sacred gear users activate them due to them."

"What is your point?"

"What if he experiments a strong emotion?" the scientist said standing up. "If he awakes that...power, the factions will know and the F-"

"Calm down. The Omega Blockers are reliable, I can assure you, they won't fail. We are ready to defend ourselves from an attack of the Factions, just have faith in our project, would you?"

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Outside of a high school, a blond boy was chatting with a blonde girl, the boy was 10 and the girl was 13. They were talking about advanced topics like theoretical physics and medicine.

The children were so focused on their conversation that they didn't notice the presence of the boy's father.

"You have a strange way to flirt, son."

"Dad!" the boy ran toward his father's arms.

The boy's father was just like him with a few differences, his hair was dark blond, his blue eyes were almost bright, just like his son his skin was pale and he had a beard.

"Wow!, is that your father? He looks strong and handsome," said the girl.

"Yes!, He is strong because he always trains," answered the boy.

"I came here to take you to the mansion," said the boy's father, "your friend can come too."

"It doesn't matter Mister Rose, I don't want to bother you."

Jonathan looked at the girl, he could feel how isolated she felt; her company could benefit his son.

"Galiana!" the boy begged. "Please come, I want you to know my grandfather."

"Alright, I will go with you" she agreed with a smile.

"Ok, Let's go, what's your name little one?" the man asked. "My name is Jonathan."

"My name is Jennifer."

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"Miss Leonard, you should change your son of the academy."

"May I know the reason? Please call me Samatha."

In Braithwaite Academy, the mother of a certain blond boy was in the headmaster's office talking with him.

She was beautiful, with long and straight blond hair, bright green eyes, pale skin as snow, however, what most attracted attention were her large breasts. Despite being her greatest attribute she didn't show them off.

"Miss Leonard, Adam is a genius, he has achieved the better notes in Physics, biology, and chemistry but the social note...we had to put it aside."

"Why?"

"Miss Leonard, your son is asocial, I was worried about him for two years and he didn't make any friends."

"Sounds like my son, he couldn't get over it," thought Samantha.

"In a month we will send him to Harvard, he must be the first one who gets in there with just 12 years."

"Thanks for everything, Mister Bronte."

"It was an honor had had your son in my academy."

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The boy had grown up, now he was a teenager near the adult age. He now resembled his father even more.

"So, you're the son of John and Samantha."

He turned around to see one of the professors getting close to him. A sigh came out of his mouth, he didn't hate the teachers but their intentions to make him get emotionally closer to other students. He only interacted with his classmates when he needed to, interaction beyond the academic was unnecessary.

He had to reply or he would look rude.

"Yes, I am."

"I dare to say that you're almost a carbon copy of your father," the teacher said with a certain excitement.

"Many say so. If you excuse me I have to go to the laboratory."

He was ready to go when the teacher's hand grabbed his shoulder.

"I don't think that they will expel the best student for being five minutes late."

The man forcibly dragged Adam to a trophy-filled citrine.

"Someday you'll be there with the greatest students who ever stepped on Harvard."

The man pointed with his finger at a specific place of the citrine. Adam opened his eyes surprised.

Samantha Leonard, Bioengineering award winner

Jonathan Rose, Chemical engineering award winner

"I didn't know that my parents won these awards."

"They had help and goods friends, Adam, I'm the leader of..."

"No."

"Huh?"

"You were going to ask me to join your group and make friends, sorry but the answer is no. If you excuse me."

He turned around and walked away.

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Colorado, California

A young man was looking at himself in a mirror in the HQ of the Navy SEALS.

His blond hair was spiky and chaotic, his blue eyes were dark with a tiny tint of green on them, his skin was pale. His body was worthy of a member of special forces due to the strenuous training.

His nameplates rested on his neck: Adam Rose.

"You did it," he said to his reflection. "She would be proud."

Adam washed his face to keep the tears from falling, he couldn't cry like that. He was now a soldier, a man, he couldn't allow himself to get emotional so randomly.

"You are always here."

Adam turned around while fixing his hair with his wet hands slicking it back.

"I had to alleviate my bowels."

"Every day?"

"Sorry, sir. My body likes to follow a schedule."

The man was Adam's captain. A 35-years-old man with black hair and brown eyes; unlike many other members of the military, he was dressed more casually with a black shirt, dressing pants, and military boots.

That man was a role model for Adam. He was so just and respectful toward life even when he was the leader of a black ops squad.

Adam felt he couldn't ever reach such a level of spiritual balance. After the things he had done, that was unlikely.

"You never eat with us so I will skip that."

"Thank you, Captain."

"There's a new weapon," he smirked when Adam's face lightened. "It is a magazine-fed shotgun. I know what you are thinking, you can use Dragon Breath slugs."

"And call me Adrian or at least Shephard, I've been your father's friend since we were kids."

"Captain."

"Just go."

"He, he, he."

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The SEAL TEAM 7, the team to which Adam belonged was under the overwhelming sun of the Nevada desert; the 7 members of the team used equipment adapted to the desert and everyone had goggles and a scarf.

"So, we don't know where are we going," Adam said while putting his scarf over his nose and mouth.

"The coordinates that the colonel gave us marked this place, right behind that dune," Adrian indicated. "Check your gear."

They did it, that was an important thing to do. One would never want one's weapon to malfunction or picking a grenade instead of a magazine; a second could make the difference between life or death.

The team climbed the dune, only to be surprised.

"Is that..?" one of the integrants couldn't end his sentence.

"Area 51," another member completed it.

"Okay, this is weird," commented Adam aloud while his brain was starting to tie up dots.

"I wasn't expecting this, this was supposed to be a rescue mission," Shepard said.

"So...We're getting out from here?"

Before the team could even turn around they were surrounded by trucks and motorcycles for military use. From these soldiers came out, these soldiers wore gas masks and they had assault rifles of different calibers.

"A surprise party," the lack of seriousness in Adam's voice was something that shocked the soldiers a bit. He actually was trying to find a way to escape but he realized that unless he had a sacred gear or something like that, he was unable to do anything.

"Drop your weapons we don't have a chance," Shepard ordered.

"Sir, they're going to kill us anyway," Adam said struggling internally between obey or not. If he was going to die, he wanted to do it as a warrior.

The whole team obeyed and rose their hands, the enemy soldiers approached and took each one of them into a different truck.

"Not the kind of party I was expecting," Adam thought trying not to panic.

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Everything was blurry, the only distinguishable were two human silhouettes in front of him and the lamp that pointed at his face. With annoyance, Adam opened his eyes completely, although he repented almost instantly for the pain in his retinas.

After a few seconds, his eyes adapted to the light and he could take a better look at his environment: Surgical instruments, monitors, torture tools?

The blond tried to put his hand on his face but his surprise was great when he realized that was tied with chains to an operating table.

"Elin, I can't do this to a kid."

"Natasha, we don't have a choice, remember what they can do to us."

"Ladies, you really need to find other jobs."

The women saw him somewhat confused about his behavior, they both used a scientist coat.

One of them had white hair and blue eyes, a slender body, and generous proportions. She wore a black long-sleeved T-shirt, jeans, and black heels. Now that Adam saw her carefully she couldn't be over 25.

The other woman was red-haired, her green eyes were covered by small oval glasses, and her body was more generous than the woman with white hair; she wore a black sleeveless blouse, a miniskirt, stockings, and heels. She looked young too.

"Welcome back," greeted the woman with white hair.

Adam saw her, he knew her, if what he was thinking was right then he would have to do his best performance of prisoner.

"Where am I?" asked the blond.

"That's not important now."

Immediately after the red-haired woman put an oxygen mask on his face, the effect was instantaneous, Adam felt how his senses started to numb. The white-haired woman moved her lips, despite he couldn't hear her words he could read her lips: I'm sorry.

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Adam didn't know how much time had passed, the only thing he knew with certainty was that his body was burning, desperate he hit his body against the bars of the cell.

"What the hell is happening?!" he cried out. It was like all of his cells collectively were pierced by dozens of needles.

Outside of the cell, the red-haired woman from the laboratory was seeing him. She got closer and took Adam's hand.

"I'm sorry, your body is adapting to your new cells."

Why would she care for a guinea pig?

He had seen people using empathy to manipulate the people around them like puppets. The look in Natasha's emerald eyes was completely honest.

Natasha used her hands to hold his, she grasped it firmly. It wasn't too much but at least the gesture could provide some kind of emotional support to the young man. She was the one to blame for his pain, for his loss of...

"Are you alright?" he asked somehow enduring the pain. "You seem a little sad."

The question caught her off guard. She should've been the one asking that, the one suffering was him not her.

"Don't worry about me."

"That is something hard to do. I can't ignore you, you are holding my hand."

"This is just-"

"There is no need for explanations. It's just that it's nice to have someone helping to endure the pain."

Natasha shook her head vigorously. "I am the one responsible for this. This is the least I can do."

Adam nodded and just tried to focus on her gentle touch, in the way her skin brushed his. Her voice reassured him was at his ears like the singing of an angel. He wished to know more about her.

"Were you born with a prodigious brain or are you just too dedicated?"

Natasha didn't know what to say for a couple of seconds; that question came out of nowhere. Why was he asking questions about her?

That made no sense, she was her torturer, the one causing him so much pain. But he seemed to be too curious like a cat even while enduring that intense pain; she could allow herself to fulfill his whim. Her experience and training opposed the idea but her heart was telling her to answer.

"Something like that. I didn't go to school but my teachers told me that I had surpassed the normal intelligence of my age group."

"School doesn't determine your potential, you do. Your teachers were wise."

"Thank you. Why did you ask?"

"Well, you look young. I dare to say, you're twenty-something, you are really...good-looking."

Adam almost facepalmed, there surely was a better thing to say than that. If he wasn't in pain, he would have been way more nervous and he probably would have said something stupider.

Natasha adjusted her oval glasses and turned her face away, she coughed to recover her composure.

"I am 22."

The blond clenched his teeth due to the pain. For some reason, the pain had reduced considerably.

"I am 18."

Well, that was the end of the conversation. Adam never was a sociable guy, he always was busy training, studying, training again but in an esoterical art, spending some time with his siblings, cousin, and Jennifer, and...training again but in the Elemental Arts.

He couldn't compliment her big and round breasts or her thin waist and wide hips. Saying something about her lips would send the wrong signals, the only thing he could compliment either was her beautiful emerald eyes or her hair. The latter was the more tempting.

Her hair was red but a strange palette, it was an intense red, not orangish-red nor dark red. That hair reminded him about the famous hair of the members of the Gremory house of the Underworld but she was no devil; her beauty could easily blend her between supernatural beings though.

She was an angel of crimson hair.

"Your hair is gorgeous, the most beautiful red I have seen in my life."

His words were true, the vivid red of artery blood couldn't compare.

Natasha's face reddened but felt a little better now that he wasn't in pain anymore. Well, she had to admit that the young man wasn't bad-looking.

His facial features were delicate yet masculine, his light blond hair slicked back, and that look in his eyes; the look of someone that had passed through hell but still was innocent, naive.

"Your eyes are beautiful too. They are almost cyan but a little darker and you have little green in them."

This time was Adam's turn to blush, he recovered quickly to avoid an awkward silence. "Genes, I should thank my mother for my beauty."

They smirked before being abruptly interrupted by the sound of the door opening. Adam pouted, he was enjoying the physical contact; at least the pain was gone.

"Talk you later, time for my massage."

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Days, weeks, or months? Adam didn't care anymore, his mind was a disaster the feeling of loneliness and despair were...no, he must put aside those feelings.

Currently, Adam was tied to a chair, dried blood decorated the floor. He was scared, and he hated himself for that. He was trained since childhood to be a soldier, he couldn't allow that fear to take over his thoughts, he had to remain focused.

He couldn't die anyway, he had seen it by himself. Cuts, broken bones, burns, even gunshots healed almost instantly, venoms seemed to have no effect on his body. Wasn't he human anymore?

It didn't matter; his mission couldn't end there, he would survive and he would carry her dream.

He had endured torture beyond what he ever had witnessed and trained for. No, it wasn't right he had witnessed something worse and lived something worse, he could resist that.

"If I die here, she would be disappointed."

"Hello."

A beautiful woman's voice was heard by Adam but nobody was there. The blond looked for the source of the voice, was he becoming crazy?

"I am Kuriho Orohimara."

Then a woman with fox ears and nine tails appeared in his mind. She was gorgeous, the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

Adam hadn't really felt too attracted to women with a few exceptions like his friend Jennifer. She still occupied a special place in his heart.

The woman in his mind provoked a whirlwind of unknown emotions for him. By just looking at her, he could feel butterflies in his stomach. The ruby eyes, her voluptuous figure, the cuteness of her fox tails and ears.

His stupid and senseless lust had to be cast away. That woman looked sad or rather, he could feel that she was sad.

"Don't worry about me. I just need someone to talk with."

Adam looked around, focused on the environmental sound. Nothing suggested the arrival of someone, which was good for him to clear his mind and make a plan to escape from there. Natasha's company would be appreciated though; she was so intelligent and cute.

"Well, I am vacant. What would you like to talk about?"

"About you. Would you care if I communicate with you like this regularly?"

"No, to be honest, I don't have anything else to do."

Adam, mostly for habit, was reluctant to share any kind of personal information but she somehow seemed trustworthy, she made him feel comfortable. Something in her smirk or gaze was relaxing, dangerous.

"My name is Adam William Gregory Leonard Rose, second son of Jonathan Rose and Samantha Leonard. Test subject 0921."

"Curious. You are curious."

"Thank you, Miss."

Adam began to struggle against his restraints, maybe he could push his body to the very limit where his muscles detach from the bones. He was restrained by chains that were in a good shape, his escape was unlikely.

"So, Adam. Can I call you like that?"

"Adam is fine."

"Why are you here?"

He gave himself a moment to analyze, it was obvious that it was a trap. The mission was meant to bring them there and use them as test subjects, the real doubt was the reason behind the choice; he and his team were members of the SEAL team 7, soldiers of elite, if they wanted test subjects they could have taken any other civilian. He knew that it wasn't that hard.

No, they were specifically targeted for something. Maybe they had an important sacred gear, a special attribute, something that gave them value.

"I don't know, apologies."

"It's okay. What do you like to do?"

"You can read my mind. Find the answers yourself."

"That would ruin the social experience. I want to be your friend!"

"I don't need friends."

"Oh, you want a lover right away. Well, this is a little rushed but I can be your lover, I just demand lust and affection in return~"

Adam fantasized about the scenario. She and he kissing each other in front of a lake with the moon and stars as their only companions.

"Aw, you are so naive. Where are your lustful thoughts?"

"I-I'm not a pervert."

"You are, I can feel it. Don't worry, it is completely normal for a young man like you."

Adam heard someone opening the door, that never was good.

"I know what is going to happen. Would you allow me to dwell inside your mind?"

"Nothing too personal."

"Okay~"

For some reason, he felt a little sad when he couldn't feel her presence in his mind. She was good at concealing it.

"Master, are you awake?"

That was Elin's voice!

Finally, a friendly person!

"I am awake."

Elin got into the room and closed the door behind her, she turned the lights on causing pain in Adam's retinas due to the sudden change of illumination.

"I am sorry, master."

"It is fine. What are you doing here?"

Once he could see again, he noticed the bucket and the sponge. Oh no, he was not a baby!

"I am not a baby!"

Elin rolled her eyes as she freed Adam; he was always like that, denying just to really enjoy it at the end.

"Master, please. We only have 20 minutes from now on."

That was too little time. Alright, the important stuff he needed to know.

"How are we going to get out of here?"

Elin sank the sponge in the water, she squeezed it to get rid of the excessing water. She pulled Adam's arm making him standing up from his chair, she began to clean her master's naked body.

The shame was overwhelming, all the atrocious things she did to him to not blow up her cover. She couldn't look at his eyes, she couldn't go back home, she didn't deserve to be near him anymore. All of those years under their care and that was how she paid.

She shook her head and focused again, her arms had used more force than she initially intended. Adam saw the concern in her eyes, he just patted her head to calm her down.

"I am not angry, focus your rage on the creation of a plan."

Elin nodded, her master was right. She could hate herself later.

"Master, there is a date for our escape. I cannot say more just be patient."

"I am a patient man."

"I doubt it."

The white-haired cleaned his calves, she was being very professional about it. Well, she had experience cleaning her master's body, he was such a lazy man; he wouldn't do his chores if she could do them for him. Maybe it was her fault since she is used to doing his chores while he was training and make him food, maybe she spoiled him too much.

"Isn't there any clothes?"

"Apologies, I couldn't bring them."

Adam didn't like to be naked but if there was no other choice. He wouldn't normally be so calmed while being naked in front of a person but he had complete trust in Elin.

"What about Father or Mother?"

"I don't know, I was sent here. You know how this is."

"Yeah, they keep everyone in the dark."

She stood up and made him turn around, she began to clean his back. That was like the old days, speaking if which.

"Are you ready to receive your sword?"

Adam nodded. He had forgotten that the day was really near.

"Master, you'll get out of here. You will get your sword and finally use it as you please."

"If I'm lucky."

"The sword will choose you. You are worthy."

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Natasha got into the room, took off her heels, and closed the door of her small office. She checked the locks twice and with a special device she scanned the room for microphones or cameras; she looked by herself just to be sure.

Once she was sure that the room wasn't compromised, she drew the symbol of her organization on the floor. With the addition of some of her blood, it activated. The 3D projection of the magician on the other side didn't generate a sound, and the light it emitted was dim.

Unlike many might think, the magician wasn't wearing robes and a pointy hat. He was dressed elegantly; a long trench coat, vest, pants, shoes; they weren't too distinguishable due to the red color of the hologram.

She made calculations in her mind. The guards will pass by her office in ten minutes, the surgeons should arrive in 15, she only had 8 minutes to tell everything and receive instructions.

"Well, Natasha. This is a surprise," said the magician. The voice sounded slightly distorted. "It has been two months since your last call."

"We don't have too much time."

"I understand. Give your report then."

Natasha folded her hands and got ready. She had to ignore the feelings that accompanied the vivid images.

"Hydra project has been a success, at least for now."

"Your mission there has been fulfilled then."

"I also have accomplished my second mission," she said inflating her chest a little. "I know what anomalies are here."

"Would you be so kindly?"

"953-2 and 682, 049 is here too. Defectors from Grigori arrived yesterday, I am not sure what is their role in this place but I would say that it has something to do with sacred gears."

The magician adopted a posture to think; after a minute of thinking, he replied.

"Continue with your mission, make sure that the test subject is not killed."

"He is Omega, sir. The blood samples match with the data-"

"I trust you, Natasha. You know the date, be ready."

"I will."