Ten faces stared up at Wesker. He had their complete attention. 5 men, 5 women. Each aged by successive year. The eldest pair were 30, the youngest 20. There were others, but they had not been found and brought here yet.

They were all races and nationalities, Wesker had originally mixed his DNA to combine with several women who worked under him, this he had done without their knowledge. They were never going to raise these children so why burden them with the knowledge? His own test tube generation he had called them.

Originally, they were designed with his genetics in mind. They would have the same gifts he did, but after dealing with the failure of Uroburos, the younger Wesker decided that the combined Immortality Virus would have to wait. He would give them the C-virus to make them stronger and faster, but there still needed to be someone on top. That would always be him.

They all had similar traits. Wesker had ensured they would definitely have a family resemblance. They all had his cold blue eyes. They all had succeeded in demanding careers were driven to be as fit as possible.

He stared at them, many seeing the resemblance, a few nervous about what was going on. Most had been "brought" against their will.

"Hello family," he said. Most of them stiffened. He had a lot of explaining to do. He noted with satisfaction there was at least one scientist in the group who listened to him with fascinated eyes. Many were shocked, a few did not believe him. It didn't matter, they would in the end. They were Wesker's after all.

He took out a knife and was met with silence as he calmly rolled up his sleeve and placed the tip into his skin. "This is what you are all capable of," he drew it into the skin and sliced down leaving an opening.

There were gasps and then another moment of shocked silence as his arm closed back over. "This," said Wesker, walking amongst them, "Is your inheritance."

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