Silence swallowed the hospital premises. The night sky gave the entire building a silhouette likeness to a horrific slaughterhouse. Breeze raced through the broken glass windows, cooling off dead bodies that littered the hallways and drying blood stains that splattered on the walls.

The lights were out entirely; machines dead, computers busted and sockets sparking up like fireworks. Each medical station had doctors pasted to walls like butchered meat and patients confined to their beds headless, or without any vital body parts. The dark hallway had individuals scattered all over the place; bodies hanging head-first on the ceiling, workers driven hard into walls till their bones crushed, heads ripped off from different patients lay on the ground with eyes bloated.

Most bodies had a bright trace of light at the spots they got hit. The kind of light you see when laser beams tear through a chunk of flesh.

Nothing moved in the darkness, no one spoke in its hollowness. The only thing heard were blood drips and sparking power outlets. But something or someone else treaded within this display of chaos.

A purple light source that appeared to be a pair hovered through the dark passages; they were eyeballs precisely, eyes that scanned through the shivering aftermath. The being who wielded these luminous eyes made his way through the pile of dead bodies in his path.

The slightest movement he noticed, deadly beams blasted from his eyes, burning down anything it made contact with. Then he resumes his aimless death trek through the halls.

He was a youth probably in his early twenties. He wore a white patient’s trousers which implied he too was admitted into the hospital. His torso was stained with blood- shoulder to loin-The medical pants was also stained with blood. His arms still had pieces of flesh stuck on them; brains, arteries, lumps of mashed kidneys and so many more. His dark straight hair looked like a bowl of red dye fell on it.

A pattern spanned across his bare chest glowing with a purple array of light as well. The symbol on his chest looked more like a mark made by a hot iron rod.
He strode rigidly through the massacre he caused, looking for the next living soul.

“Such an unfortunate test subject, and test site- don’t you think the same?” a voice spoke out in the darkness, addressing another figure by his side.

“Ah, yes indeed!” the other figure responds with a slight chuckle as they both watch the murdering youth walk past them.

These men weren’t the usual kind of guys you meet on streets or anywhere else. You could tell by the luminous translucent eyes and shadow cloaking that somehow enabled them to remain hidden in the darkness.

They remained hidden not because they feared the berserk youth, but because they loved the killing show that went on for about 2 hours. They didn’t want to interrupt that.

The first man wore a brown coat that dropped to his toes, covering a pair of boots and cotton pants. He also had a hat on his head and a spectacle that hung in front of his red eyes.

The other man was more muscular than the first. He was dressed completely in a tuxedo, dark gloves worn on each hand. A lighted cigar danced on his lip as he laughed on.

“Belial should’ve aborted when she had the chance. She only proved nothing but foolishness when she meddled with projects beyond her intellectual digestion,” the first man said.

The second man spits out his cigar, the burnt chunk piercing the corpse of a nurse like a bullet. He pulls another from his pocket and lights it up with his breath.
“What do you expect from demons?” he said, taking huge puffs before letting out a faint fiery smoke that brightens up the place for seconds “Their plots are always devised on the table of madness and hastened decisions. Just look at the pint of blood wasted around this place! This could fuel rituals for 50 years straight!” he gazes once again at the pile of corpses.

The first man watches quietly as the possessed youth made his way down the hall, throwing death beams at anything he thought moved.

“Can you save him?” the smoking man said, watching the youth as well.

“The chances are thin,” the man with the glasses said “If I attempt a method and he dies, he may evolve to something more distracting than this. And believe me, it disgusts my eyes to see such a beautiful plot of destruction go deeper into the hands of stupidity!” they both watch as the youth punches into a trashcan, lasers a wall, and kicks right through thin air.

The act was quite amusing in a plain sense but these men found it embarrassing and downright disturbing. They enjoyed themselves during the early massacre, but now the channel suddenly changed and they were forced to watch an expensive display of folly.

“We must put an end to this” the man with the cigar cracks his stiff neck and takes a little step forward, his amber eyes flickering in the dark.

“Hold on!” the other man draws his charging colleague by the hand “If you rain the slightest brute on the fellow you might kill him! I need him alive!”

The blood bathed youth overhears the conversation between the men and turns around. His purple lit eyes shift from corner to corner, finding where exactly the voices came from. He takes few rigid steps forward, focusing his gaze at the shadowy outlines he managed to decipher.

“If we do not strike now, he will!” the man with the amber eyes spits out his cigarette once more, watching the young lad approach them.

“He wouldn’t make a dent on our skin, he's too imperfect for that,” the man with spectacle replies

“You do not know the extent of his power!”

“The seal of Belial fuels him. He wouldn’t last-”
The man on spectacles seizes his sentence once he noticed the pattern on the youth’s chest become brighter, spreading purple flames around his torso like wildfire. The entire place was illuminated by a bright aura of purple light as the flesh of the murdering being was consumed. His eyes burst flames through their orbits and his mouth coughed out blood and fumes.

Both men stare in utter shock as the youth burns up entirely, dropping to the ground like a flaming log of wood.

The fire dies off shortly afterward and the only thing left of the young man was charred flesh that hosted large boils. The boils popped one by one and a foul odor diffused around the place.

Its stench was like that of a carcass locked in a poorly ventilated room.

The man with the spectacle steps forward to examine the remains. He bends over, takes off his glasses, and stares keenly at the flesh of the young man.

“I guess he’s long gone” the other man puffs out a ring of fire from his cigar as he stares down at the burnt corpse.

The man with the spectacle navigated his red eyes around the corpse, taking a good look at the degree of burn. He then flipped the youth over to the other side, laying him on his back, and face upwards; a stream of mucus ran down his abdomen, flowing out from the symbol on his chest.

“Not necessarily,” the man places his glasses back on and stares at the rotten pattern on the young man’s chest.

“You can still revive him?”

“I could put a string of life in him- Something manageable- probably something that could keep his heart racing for a while. That way we could monitor him and see if my seal is truly superior,”

“If you're able to make him take air in his lungs then your seal powerful than you think. Because no living being of flesh can rejuvenate- not after a death like this,”

The man with the coat stands upright and stares at the condition of the corpse. He wasn’t willing to give up on a killing machine like this.

“What do you think happened to him?” the other guy said

“Belial killed him from a remote point. That’s a tasradivan shutdown- almost like a voodoo kill switch, striking marked targets anywhere in the realms. She knew what was going on here, that's why she killed him” the man with the spectacles extends his arms and waves it in the air. Multiple green chains burst through the ground, wrapping the boy up like a package. Skeletal arms as well shot out from the floor, inserting their phalanges deep into the torso of the youth.

Creatures like green radiant serpents crawled out the arms of the man before shooting themselves into the chest of the corpse. They all proceeded like arrows, penetrating deep into the burnt flesh, carving a new symbol on its surface.

“So what do we do now?” the man with the cigar said, looking on as his partner laid the final touches.

  “We watch” the man with the glasses responds.