DxD: Dawn in Abyss

[In the early 1600s, somewhere in Northern Europe]

Drip! Drip!

"Huh? It appears that it will rain; I hope that our shift will be over by the time the rain ends....."

While gazing at the black sky, a tall man wearing a white priestly robe and wielding a longsword and a shield mumbled aloud. The moon shone brightly as usual, despite the fact that the dark cloud would shortly cover its soothing light.

"Yeah! I also don't want to get soaked in the rain! We need to go back to position B."

Another tall man, identical to the last one, stood close to his comrade, keeping an eye on the resources being delivered to the base. Both troops appeared to be well-trained and well-equipped assets that would be treasured in any armed forces, yet the hand band around their biceps bore a very distinct emblem.

[A black cross with red accents] The symbol was not associated with any special forces or terrorist organizations. It belonged to the [Black Church], one of the most influential supernatural organizations. The name of this group, like any other supernatural force, was forbidden to be mentioned among ordinary humans.

[Black Church] was a well-organized group that abused its magical abilities. The name [Black Church] is derived from the original organization and its enemies [Church]. The [Black Church] is a sinister organization that was recently born after God's recent death. It was primarily made up of individuals who couldn't handle God's death and succumbed to the road of Evil and Darkened morals.

They are the polar antithesis of the [Church]; their sole mission is to destroy all creation; 'A world without God isn't worthy enough to exist,' they claim.

The organization's commander is truly unknown; the leader would only appear in front of his subordinates if an individual needed to be punished. They would be made unconscious before being transported to a separate place, a private room.

In any case, that is not the topic of this conversation. The men defending the area, as well as the massive complex behind them, belonged to the [Black Church], which was camouflaged as a dock warehouse.

[Black Church] had headquarters all over the world; every developed country had at least one hidden base from which the organization operated.

"Did Dr. Lorenzo show up?" questioned the first soldier while keeping an eye on the surroundings and the immediate vicinity.

"Yes, the Doctor will be deported from the Underworld the next day. We only need to ensure that no intruders enter the premises." The second soldier responded by pulling out a cigar packet and flicking out a single piece.

"Would you like one?" He asked his companion while pulling a matchbox from his jeans pocket. The first soldier blinked his eyes and replied in a bored tone.

"Sure.…."

The second soldier takes a single piece and pulls another for his companion.

Click!

A quick clack of something solid striking the ground resounded across the area.

Click!

Both soldiers hurriedly pointed their swords towards the direction of the sound, their reflexes on high alert.

The second soldier had to let go of the matchbox and the package of cigars because of the quick action; even the one in his mouth dropped to the ground.

The first soldier advanced carefully towards the left side of the 'warehouse.' He motioned for his companion to walk behind him and keep his gaze on the right side. The second soldier nodded and went quickly behind the first soldier, aiming the sword to the left side.

Both soldiers walked silently in unison, clearing each area one by one. Even though they found nothing after 5-minutes of rigorous searching, they did not let off their guard.

Drip!

Drip!

To make matters worse, it began to rain, and the black clouds had completely covered the entire sky, covering the moon.

"Hey, Carl..." The name of the second soldier was called out.

"Yes?" When the first soldier was called, he did not turn around but instead remained to keep an eye on the right side.

"Can't a shadow be cast without a source of light?"

"Yes…."

"How come you have such a large shadow when the moon is obscured by clouds and there is no source of light?"

"Wh—"

Before the first soldier could turn around to check his back, a hand stretched from his shadow, clutching a dagger, and cut the guard's neck with a small light arc.

Grrr!

Slit!

As he was left for dead, blood splashed from the guard's neck, instantly damaging the windpipe and thus barring him from making a sound.

"CARL—"

The second soldier immediately retreated and positioned his shield with the line of sight between him and the shadow that had killed his colleague.

Unfortunately for him, he felt his control over his vocal cords slip through his brain as a dagger suddenly slashed half of his throat before he could shout or raise his sword.

Gruh!

Blood poured from the soldier's throat like a fountain as he desperately sought to use his sword and strike at his attacker before dying.

Unfortunately for him, his attacker did not give him a chance, and as a dagger penetrated his skull, the inertia inside the dagger jerked his head backwards as he plummeted to the ground. After the conflict began, two highly trained soldiers were slain in a matter of seconds.

A figure emerged from the shadows a few seconds later. Dressed in an unusual black suit. He is wearing armour with a hood hiding his face. The costume is entirely black with purple lines running through it.

Drip!

Drip!

The rain became heavier and fell over the two soldiers' dead bodies. The blood from their wounds was swiftly washed away, and the guy in the weird outfit picked up their bodies and tossed them onto the warehouse gate, pinning their backs to the wall; from a distance, the two soldiers appeared to be standing straight.

The figure benefited greatly from the loss of vision due to heavy rain because it allowed him to hide his whereabouts. He now had at least an hour before the bodies of the two soldiers were discovered.

(Figure P.O.V)

"I felt nothing when I looked at the dead bodies of the two soldiers..."

"Just this void inside my heart..."

"Ever since I entered this world, the emptiness has only grown..."

"As time passes, I'm not sure what I'm becoming.....sigh"

"Let's just get this out of the way..."

"But to think, such a high-level warehouse is only guarded by two elite-level soldiers, no wonder humans are careless creatures after all."

(P.O.V End)

As the black-masked person moved forward within the 'warehouse,' the environment seemed to slow down. A black shroud encircled his body and armour, revealing just his mask.

The person rushed forward with ease, holding a dagger in his right hand. His steps and presence were mysteriously ignored by the many persons inside the facility. Many people may wonder why the figure didn't just go into the building if his concealment abilities were so good.

Unfortunately, entering the building requires a key; without the key, the alarm within the warehouse would go off, which any infiltrator would want to avoid. Fortunately for him, the two guards were also carrying a key, making them easy targets.

The figure initially entered the [Fuel Storage room] and scattered magical trigger bombs throughout the space. It was just a distraction in case he wanted to flee.

The figure made his way to the top of the warehouse, within uniform storage, opened the window that was inside the room, went out, then climbed the building to access the roof silently and sat on the railing as if waiting for something.

As the person surveyed the deserted street below, the glasses concealing his eyes through the black mask began to glimmer slightly.

Screech!

The horse cart stopping was incredibly audible and easy to locate because the horse neighed loudly, almost too loudly. The figure examined the reinforced wagon that had just halted, and he noticed the door opening!

Click!

A middle-aged man in a brown suit and red tie appears to come out of the cart. Some highly trained troops surrounded him, carefully inspecting the surroundings to ensure that nothing harmed the person standing behind them.

Dr. Lorenzo Galilei was one of the top researchers within the [Black Church]. He was the founder of light swords and bladed weapons made of light. During his days at the church, he was promoted as archbishop for his contribution to the church; however, he was abandoned by the church for conducting some human-based experiments and was marked as a traitor.

Dr. Lorenzo walked with a metal briefcase in his left hand, followed by the guards. The figure had only one thought. Smirking to himself, he stretched his hand and raised a single finger, which was soon shrouded in a dreadful black mist. Merely in the presence of that demonic-looking mist, every material nearby began to decay; it was his ability called [Corruption].

Dr. Lorenzo was very important to the organization, and he was constantly guarded by magicians and highly experienced individuals. To efficiently execute someone of Lorenzo's stature, one had to be decisive and crafty. The figure understood that, within the confines of the warehouse, Lorenzo's security would be at its weakest!

This was one of [Dark Church's] bases, and many soldiers armed with high-tier weapons and equipment patrolled the warehouse around the night. An invisible barrier had been built around the warehouse to shield it from external attacks, even from numerous ultimate class entities.

Lorenzo had enough confidence to stroll into the warehouse as long as he was within the barrier.

After all! Who would have anticipated that someone would camp inside their headquarters in order to murder one of their most valuable assets!? Wasn't that pure suicide? Unfortunately for them, this figure was far from normal.

The person, on the other hand, sighed with apparent mockery. The same conversation ran in his head as he resolved to kill another life, the life of the middle-aged man who had devastated numerous lives and was still going strong!

Swish!

The [Corruption] from the figure's finger was encased in a bullet-like form and fired straight into the middle-aged man's heart.

The small but fatal bullet-shaped [Corruption] went a large distance in an instant and arrived before Lorenzo.

When the bullet struck the evil guy's heart, the middle-aged man couldn't even react; the abrupt gain of force wrenched his body backward as he felt his consciousness fading away.

The bullet had ripped through his heart, severely severing his blood arteries, but what was truly devastating was that the man's body appeared to be rapidly ageing.

Gruh!

As black-coloured veins appeared all over the middle-aged man's chest and neck, he let out an agonizing cry. The [Corruption] not only drained vitality, but it could also directly harm the soul. A person's heart and brain were the only two organs that were strongly tied to their soul. Being hit by a soul strike in either of these two locations meant instant death.

The highly skilled soldiers calculated the figure's position who had just assassinated their Professor using their high experience level, while the magicians promptly deployed numerous search spells.

Unfortunately, by the time Lorenzo's body touched the ground, the assassin had already vanished, along with a metallic suitcase that mysteriously vanished and went unnoticed by everyone.