What Did You Say?

A black spot. Miniscule in size. Pulsing with dark cold energy. That is the origin of Sins. An accumulation of negative energy so dense that it took on a physical form. It planted its roots in anything that was shrouded by negativity, all that is corrupt and evil nourishes it.

Who could have known that the tiny black spots that planted themselves on the walls would grow up to devour human life?

It started in prisons. Black spot like stains appeared, slowly feasting on the negativities that consumed a human mind. Then it appeared in criminal dens, casinos, bars, hospitals, even churches were not safe from the growing black spots. A warning was issued over the world as the black spread more and more, scientist struggled to identify what this substance could be but to no avail. They couldn't stop it from growing.

When the black devoured a city it happened. A tendril formed from the skies and made itself known with a devasting smash to the ground. Creatures of the depraved mind came to life from the shadows and consumed every human in sight.

We fought back with aircraft, tanks, missiles, guns, metal pipes, knives, and anything that we could use to fight we threw at them. Once the Sins took a physical form they could be hit, but they could never really die until the black that they came from was purged. One after another after being killed simply came back to life within minutes. We were forced to hide. We cowered in groups, hiding in sewers, and caves. All hope for humankind was lost.

We prayed. For the rest of our days, we prayed, hoping that God would grant our wishes and give us the ability to fight back. Then it happened, a blazing fire erupted from a man's palm, and an armor of ice encased another. Humans started to gain supernatural abilities. Waves of powered humans emerged from hiding, and suddenly the future didn't seem so bleak. I myself gained the ability to see every part of the world as if I was a God.

With my all seeing eye and the power of my allies, we started our fight for survival. Killing the Sins without loss of lives became possible, it was a massacre of humans no more, instead, we eliminated hordes of Sins until all that was left was a land stained with black.

That was where the priests came in, powered humans blessed by the gods with the power of the divine, and cleanse the land of Sin.

With the power to fight back, humans developed safe zones and equipment that could maintain the cleanliness of a city from Sin, slowly we took control of the continents until the continents of Asia, Australia, Antarctica, Africa, and Europe had been declared safe and pure from sin, while the powered humans have already begun their attack to reclaim the continents of South and North America. Humankind has established a new era, a new beginning and it seems the future only seems to get brighter with each passing day. With each new powered generation, the powered only gets stronger and more powerful. It is only a matter of time before we take the whole world back from the Sins.

That was the last sentence from the history book. It seemed more like a journal but one cannot deny the history that it contained. The battle against sin has lasted for over a century, and while the journal had high hopes for the future it seemed as if the situation has worsened over time.

The continents of the west have not been reclaimed, instead, the Sins have retaliated and succeeded in taking half of Europe and Africa. Sicarius didn't need to have clairvoyance to know that the humans will be devoured by the Sins in the future.

"Do you even understand what you're reading boy?"

This old man appeared a quarter of an hour after he started reading this journal, besides the old man the only person present when he sneaked through the room was an old lady by a counter beside the entrance.

Sicarius turned to stare at the old man. This old fellow was a huge ball of white hair. Hair flowed from his head and beard that was so long reached the floor despite his feet not being on the ground. Despite this old fellow's looks, he's probably only around 100 years of age which, to Sicarius, is considered a baby.

"Yes," Sicarius replied to the wrinkly old baby,

The wrinkly baby raised an eyebrow, "What do you understand then, boy?"

"That the humans will die out in the next few decades." Not a stutter from Sicarius's voice,

"What did you say?" The wrinkly baby's voice sharpened while the corner of his lips curled downward, and his eyes narrowed as he eyed the boy staring at him like he was some kind of painting on a wall.

*****

"You said he went to the bathroom! It's been so long!"

"Why are you asking me? I'm not his babysitter!"

Agatha and the witch were bickering once again in hushed whispers. It's been a while since Sicarius had left the witch staring at the back of his head, and five minutes have long passed since then.

"You really aren't suited to have children." Agatha averted her eyes from the witch and harrumphed, "I'm off to find my son."

"Why is it my fault? I bet your son went off to cause some trouble! If you're a good mother you'll find him easily." The witch was visibly irritated, it seemed as if she was itching for a fight. However, Agatha simply strutted away completely ignoring her which irritated her further.

"The audacity of that woman!" She said through gritted teeth as she followed behind Agatha,

"If I find your son before you do it means that you're a complete failure of a mother." She hissed at Agatha while flying away without further elaboration. Agatha was a proper woman, she did not fall for the opponent's attempts to make her appear unprofessional. Despite the urge to activate her conqueror's domain right then and there she held back and let the bitc- the witch have a headstart.

And so they began searching every floor, rapidly, as if it was some kind of contest.