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A White. A daemon that had evolved.

A daemon started of as smudge. Black goo without form nor shape. Then it slowly began to gain its core from the minute licht energy in the air, gaining its shape as well before targeting bigger prey. As it devoured more, white veins began to show on its body, before its black skin began to slowly flake off, until it had reached its full white stage with the ability to fire a vestorer that devoured anything in its path.

And that was the same kind daemon of daemon that Rachel was staring in the face right now.

Fear had gripped her a while ago. Her legs couldn't move, shaking where she stood. Her eyes were wide open.

She was going to die.

Behind her Queens was unconscious, bleeding on his side. The daemon had barely miss his organs, but a blow to the head was a blow to the head. Nothing could change that.

[Hehehe] the daemon laughed. [Afraid?]

Afraid? Of course she was. The very fact that the daemon could speak was entirely new to her. Since when. She didn't know the Whites could speak, as absorbing licht energy was them basically taking on the properties of humans.

Her strength returned as she slowly backed away. Should she ran away? Hide? Call for help? Should she use Queens as bait? Would that even work?

Questions ran through her mind, as tears rolled down her cheeks. There was no way she was going to die here. Absolutely no way.

In a blink of an eye, the daemon was right in front of her, holding her chin.

[Pretty thing] It said, [With pretty licht energy. Perfect as a light lunch]

Rachel looked down to see the daemon's other hand at her stomach, charging up a vestörer. Was this it? Rachel closed her eyes. She wished she could do something, anything.

"Queens!" She shouted. The guy, however, was still unconscious. "QUEENS!!"

[So his name is Queens?] The daemon asked, [Interesting.] The daemon stopped the charge. Rachel fell to the ground. The daemon smiled. [I'll give you a choice... no I won't... Hahaha.] the daemon laughed until it could laugh no more. [Sorry, its just that it feels so good to be evolved. So much power!]

"You monster!" Rachel managed to say.

[Meh... something had to be.] the daemon said nonchalantly, bending down in front of her.[Monsters are the reason for change after all, whether it's a good or bad one.] The daemon stood up and began pacing. Rachel watched him and looked back at Queens. He was losing too much blood. She slowly crawled to his side, her eyes still on the daemon.

[ Ah, yes, perfect.] the daemon said, [ Ever heard of that game that goes like ini-mini-tiger something.]

Rachel stared at it in shock. The daemon smiled, [So you have. Perfect. I heard it myself from a couple of kids some days ago. Well, they aren't around anymore... Anyway, let's play...]

Rachel stared straight at the daemon, knowing that this time she was going to make it.

[Ini.. mini...]

BOOM!

Rachel looked away as the daemon's head exploded. The daemon's body fell backwards not a sound from it.

A woman came into view, wearing a long black Inquisitor coat. She had cyan hair and brown eyes and her right arm was replaced with a smoking hot cannon.

"Sup."

"The name's Kanon." She said, handing Rachel the cup of hot coffee. "It's not my real name, but you don't need to know what that is."

"How... How did you take it out..."

"In one shot? Ha. I wouldn't be the aide of a prime if I didn't know how."

Rachel looked back at the building. The police were taking out the numerous bodies of the victims of the daemon. They were ten in number, all decayed, only a few that were fresh. They were three children, and the rest were adults. Apparently, none of them were from this town.

"Will Queens ... be alright?"

"Hopefully." Kanon said. "He lost a lot of blood so, we can only pray."

Rachel grit her teeth.

"Hurts, doesn't it. Staring in the face of a daemon and unable to do shit. I know. But trust me, happens to all of us. Even the best of us."

"How can you be so calm? "

"Because I am. "

Rachel stood up angry. "There are people who have just died and you are not even sad? Queens could have died, I could have died and yet... "

"I'm acting like its just a normal day of the week."

Kanon stood up. "If you aren't up for this, just quit, girl. The Inquisition has no place for the weak."

"Like hell I would."

"Then stop whining and grow up."

"I already have."

" When you were in that building, when you saw that daemon, were you focused on killing it, or surviving. "

Rachel didn't answer.

" I thought so. Because at the end of the day, its about living to see the next day huh? "

Kanon grabbed Rachel and pulled her up to her feet.

"Listen up, girl, I am really nice, I really really am. In fact I could say that I am the nicest amongst all of the other aides of the primes but I find your weakness disgusting. If you feel that you're not up for the challenge, leave now.There's a reason why the Inquisitors have open doors for both entry and exit. Just because you have some flashy licht technique doesn't mean you have what it takes. There are more people out there much more capable that you are who decided to live a normal life. But once you join the Inquisitors, you fight with your LIFE ON THE LINE!"

She let go of Rachel.

"So you're saying that I should have been able to defeat a white," Rachel asked.

"I'm saying that you should have tried."

"Whites are the elite of the daemon?"

Kanon laughed out loud. "Elite? A daemon that you can tell became a white recently and you call that elite. Hahaha." She shook her head. "Then what would you call the monstrosity we call Phantoms? Or whites that have been around for decades. Or Sins?"

She began to walk away.

"If you want to mourn, go ahead, but I've got daemon to kill. So you stay there with all that weight on your shoulders or you could follow me, and let me teach you what it means to be an Inquisitor. "

Rachel stood up, with boiling blood.

"Queens?"

"Don't worry about Queens," Kanon said," If he dies, then he dies an Inquisitor. The question is... are you going to be a crybaby or are you going to bury your dead, and follow me?"

The West Branch was the same as always. Never really changed much. But it being empty was absurd.

"Bloody hell, " The Inquisitor sighed, walking up the stairs. She had come here for an assignment, only realize that she had been a little late. A flight delay.

The actual reason was that she had been on a date. But then, who would ever find out. Certainly not Owen, who minded his on business at all times. Besides, even if he knew, he wouldn't say. He was from the Tartarus Branch in Russia. Which meant he was not supposed to be here.

"Ah... alone in an empty mansion." She said, "I could have my nails done, get a new makeover."

"Sleep."

"Sorry, but the two of us have different ideals."

"Well that's obvious. But aren't the barracks downstairs. "

"You mean the beds. "

"Same thing."

" Who would want to sleep in those hard disgusting beds."

It was pointless. Reasoning with Claire Bridges was pointless.

"But first, let's check out Prime Diego's office."

"Hell no. "

"Oh yes." Claire said, running into the office only to stop dead in her tracks.

"Bloody..." She exclaimed.

"Bloody?" The man said, staring at her, "That's a nice unintended pun.

" Y... you're...Klaus Alderwolf."

"Yes." Klaus said, looking at the scattered papers. The door had been wide open, something which had caught his attention since Martha always kept the doors closed. And the disorganization meant something had pissed her off. And the only thing that pissed her off was the Shield shenanigans.

"By the way, Claire," Klaus began, "Weren't you to be assigned with Jake and Shiro."

"Ah yes... about that."

"I don't want to hear it. You, go back to Tartarus, and Claire, go to Alaska. I on the other hand have some business to attend to." Klaus said, walking out of the room.