In a dark room, a group of figures plotted the course of the world (what little they could influence anyway for now) from the shadows of anomyosity. A transparent hologram of the planet was in the middle of the circular table they were currently sitting on. Just beside the wall at the back of the room the banner of their organization, a white fist striking a diagram of a pyramid on a black background limped weakly. Although all the persons in the room ran the risk of being executed or having their brains pickled if they were ever discovered, they had no fear. The door which lead to this room was guarded by some of the best operatives that could ever be made on the planet and even if they were discovered, they had taken measures to ensure their escape.

A tall male, casually smoking what appeared to be a luxury cigar to the obvious distaste of the other members, seemed to glance at the file in front of him with disgust. "Goddamn jackass, behaving as if he could ever surpass one of our kind with a machine based off our mechanics. It was a good thing he's dead for now, our interrogation specialists would have a field day with him," A frown narrowed his face. "What happened to our instrument? It performed so well, destroying empires and republics with relative ease until it just..." he shook his head. "Broke. Goddammit, why do our plans always have to end up like this?"

The man sitting beside him, who appeared to be a cultured aristocrat raised his hands in confusion. "What do you expect from humans? They are frail, arrogant creatures who even after reaching the lowest levels of Ancient technology still behave like a bunch of apes. I wonder why they even evolved in the first place,"

The apparent leader, whose glowing gold eyes and seemingly royal cloak was the only thing visible in the dim light smirked. Soon the foolish beasts who thought they were the true rulers of the world, hiding behind various disguises and even ethnic groups like a bunch of rats, would learn their place and the planet would be finally under the control of its rightful inheritors.

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(Saint Lillian Academy, aka Kuoh High)

A certain busty redhead frowned as she adjusted her glasses to get a better look at the documents in front of her. " Zuku-kun was attending a very prestigious school at Shibuya on a scholarship to be more , same pattern of excellent grades but low interest in non-academic activity here," she shook her head at ignorant humans could be at times. Maybe it was her upcoming betrothal to a certain arrogant flaming turd that was making her so philosophical these days..but..it hurt her head to even think of the bastard that would be her future husband.

As Rias aka 'Arashi' decided to keep on going through the documents that the slacker had collected through her life, getting more and more concerned as she read them, she noticed something strange. "A police record?" she thought suddenly, all sorts of thoughts flashing through her brain at once. She stopped reading and looked at it immediately.

" Takumi Ibuki Nishijou. Age 15 years old," she read out loud, unaware of her assistant stepping in to the room. " We have reason to believe that he is the person behind the 'New Gen Incidents' that have been spiking up in Kuoh since the past week." She nearly fainted in shock. Although she didn't pay much attention of human affairs, the affairs of her species being completely different from that of non-magicals she remembered when the subject of these horrific killings had been in vogue. There had even being a phrase created around it at the time.

"Although he performs exceedingly well at school, surpassing all expectations set on him like a true son of the Rising Sun, his attendance is at the bare minimum required to pass through school," Rias droned out, causing the petite blonde now standing in front of her to sigh out loud. "Rias, Rias. You always seem to put in so much effort into what you're doing without thinking. Don't you see that Midoriya or Nishijou, whatever his name is just doesn't want to be found? He isn't a bad kid or anything, that cockyness of his is going to be a problem later on but still, it could have been worse. Hold on, wasn't Nishijou the name of the guy they say was the mastermind behind the Shibuya Incident? Wait, the killer confessed before killing him..no herself...this is getting confusing,"

"I know Sona-kun," the way how her best friend used the phrase made the somewhat well-endowed corporate heir blush in a bit of shame, they were called d...s in the medieval days of man for a reason but still. The sudden urge for a man she was feeling these days went at the back of her mind. "Wait a second. Did you mention Shibuya? What happened? How did it go?"

While the Sriti desperately hoped that she would be able to escape the place when she came in she now realised her hopes of doing so had been dashed.

(Makeshift Laboratory, Abandoned Warehouse )

( Depressed Sector Los Angeles, Pacifica Federation)

(Grand Pan-Asian Alliance)

"Finally!"

The slacker grinned as he gazed at his latest creation. Normally he didn't like to make such things but given the way his life was going, it helped to have something to even the score in a tough situation.