Utopia Under The Waves

It was not every day that doors opened themselves, but Alexander would not let Matt walk through it alone, not considering what was happening to the underwater city. The male walking only a few steps ahead of him let out an annoyed noise, one that was reminiscent of an annoyed dog growling, something that caught his interest and caused him to give Matthew a somewhat curious look. Dull lights would flicker alive as they walked through the door, revealing the strange lab. It was a strange amalgamation of both steam punk and sci-fi sensibilities, yet something about it seemed functional about it. The lab itself however was not full of much, though the eerie stains that splattered the ground sent a shudder up his spin, Alexander nervously licking his lips. It appeared to be dried blood, but something within him wanted to believe that it was something else, even if he had seen worst before.

He would let the male look over things while he did a little digging of his own, taking note of a small row of blood stained file cabinets, most of them dinged and stained with the same dark red substance that was scattered across the floor. He pulled one of the drawers out with a low metallic sound. Fingers dancing over the marked Manila folders, some of them ripped and others stained with blood. However the header of one caught his interest and the title of it was “Utopia”. It was the one that was externally least damaged, which dug at his curiosity, as he pulled it from the drawer and let the icy blue orbs dance over it for a moment.

What exactly was it that he found? The folder itself was full of small papers and things of that nature, practically pregnant with information. A low scoff from Matt caught his attention as he turned away from a laptop, Alexander pressing the strange folder to his side and then approaching the laptop, eyes scanning over the screen for a moment. He placed the folder down beside the laptop and began to scan the files, takin note of the email’s and their rather…strange message. Some were mundane concerns and one of them spoke of “the find of the century” yet nothing was mentioned beyond that, followed by the strange attacks. Could this find have anything to do with the subjects and their insanity? Alexander mused over this, rubbing his chin, turning to Matthew for a moment before returning to what he was doing. A few more keystrokes yielded something else, video files; blurry ones to be sure, but video files nonetheless.

Most of them seemed rather routine, scientists recording their work, yet the last one was somewhat morbid, as it consisted of only one thing. A low demonic reverb within the back ground, one that drew a primal fear from within him as a person screamed in the background. Then there was a sickening squishing sound and then silence, followed by footsteps, ones that echoed loudly, even through the recording, and then the feed shut off. Alexander blinked for a couple of seconds, chewing on his lower lip and feeling his heartbeat skyrocketing. Without even thinking about it, the shut the laptop and turned around, cradling the files under his arm and looking to Matt. ”Matt…I think we should get out of here.” Alexander noted a little uncomfortable, a strange feeling nagging at the back of his head. Something within him told that they were not alone, a strange presence was nearing, and they would not want to be there when it arrived.

"Matt…I think we should get out of here.” Alex had aid. Matt couldn't have agreed more, but there was one thing in particular that kept him from leaving. That thing was one of the desks. It was the same picture form the abandoned house. That same...damn picture. Matthew was too dazed to be arsed to even respond to Alex. Matthew smiled as his eyes began to go blood shot from pent up frustration and emotion. He had a "delayed reaction" and closed his eyes and firmly put the picture down, but the image of a mother, a father and a son, and a baby were etched into his mind now. He sighed and turned to Alex before nodding.

"S-sorry. British-say-what?" He asked as he tripped over his tongue. He didn't quite catch what Alex had said, granted he could slip into pamnesiac meditation, but it was simply easier to ask the horse itself. He kept his hand on the picture, pushing up off of the desk to seat himself on the desk top and keep his hand fastened to the picture. He sighed, not a care in the world at this point, wondering what it was exactly was rubbing the british boy the wrong way...save for the blood spilled everywhere. Obviously Matt found himself with the lingering feeling that there was something amiss...but then again, there were two parts of him in this....neither one thinking that this place was safe at all.

"I'm pretty sure you're good if anything attacks us." Matt simply laughed it off, though it was not in attempts to be dismissive, simply to try and lighten the gravitas of the situation. Matt did however agree and kicked his legs out moving from the table and landing on the ground with his feet. Apparently he was bad luck, as always considering that the door they came form closed and the green light suddenly locked red. "Of course." Matt said as he walked up to the wall calmly and threw a fist into it. He grunted as he shook his hand out as pain pulsed through it. He looked at the wall as he stepped back and scanned it, his jaw clenched in irritation. This was easily circumvented.... that was until he looked back at Alex.

If Alex had not been here this would have been as quick as could be. Unfortunately that would have been easy. It could never be easy. Of course not. If it all worked out how could it be real? He growled as he looked around the corners, finding another door that had an illuminated sign hanging from the ceiling that said "Hot Labs" Looks like that was their best bet...as if this moment. Matt bit down on his lip as he glared at their only option, and as he decided to walk on towards the labs, following a primal beckoning that called him...right into the stomach of the enemy.

Alexander abruptly paused, grinding teeth together as the word passed through the male’s lips. Something about that statement bothered him, but he didn’t let it show, grip tightening on the documents being carried slightly and looking at Matt somewhat curiously. Was he ignoring him, or had Alex not talked loud enough? No, he talked at a decent volume, and it wasn’t as if the room was full of noise, no alarms or anything else to drown out noise. So it must have been the former of the two, not that he minded repeating himself once again. ”I…..I said I think we should get out of here.” Alex repeated, unable to really keep the minor note of irritation from slipping into his voice, though it was incredibly minor. It was then that a strange sensation washed over him for a brief second, awakening what one would call a feeling of absolute terror, a singular bead of cold sweat falling down from his forehead and trailing from there.

His eyes fell to the door that they had walked through and in an instant it closed, sending a cold chill through his heart as he seemed to…pale even further. The male looked down to the files and then to the male that had slammed his fist into the door, mind wandering again. Something told him that Matt would not stayed be here if he weren’t here, though that was more self-deprecating speculation than anything else. There was only one open door from here, and that was the one that was labeled “Hot Labs”, though what that entailed he could not quite figure out. Of course they would walk through it, perhaps into a more dangerous situation and one that was likely to involve him being horrifically maimed, or one where he could do nothing; perhaps even both.

His reason for following the trail was a mixture of reasons, from simply not wanting to be alone in this hellish lab and something pushing him onward, likely the fear gnawing at his gut. The male adjusted his glasses, as the two walked through the only door and into a small hallway illuminated by the flickering lights. There were no doors around them, save for one at the end. It was a metallic door that slid open once they were a certain distance from it, revealing another lab, the floors coated with the same dried blood. The equipment here was different, scattered and mostly trashed with a large part in the middle made of metal and appearing to have the potential to slide apart and reveal something underneath.

There were a lot of things that stuck out about this place, though it all seemed much...bigger than he remembered it. Of course there was always this little "oddity" here that seemed rather ominous in it's own right. Matt looked it over and began to realize what exactly a "Hot Lab" was. A smell his his nose and he cringed and backed up a little as he felt a quiver from within the pit of his stomach, threatening to make him project his lunch when he looked up.

He covered his mouth and let out a "Awg-pffff" noise as he noted a table over in the corner. The reason for the foul stench in the room was a corpse, old enough it should have decomposed more, but at the moment it was still preserved enough for Matt to make out the look of horror. The cause of death was simply identified...that is unless a mechanical arm with a needle attached to it was SUPPOSED to be stuck inside the thoracic cavity...and your skin is to be an ungodly blackish blue. He moved closer to inspect the body, stepping carefully around the scattered equipment. He promptly accessed the computer in order to see what was going on here "It's... Nuclear medicine and creative biogenesis?" He asked aloud, musing more than anything, more curious to what the last portion was. He turned to look for Alex, before looking back at the random equipment. Suddenly, Matt's body began to move, against his will. It stumbled lethargically, Matt tried to protest and ask what was going on, but the struggle was in vain as he continued to move forward towards the separable pieces under the rabble. He began to squirm, but eventually his mental struggle was utterly futile. Oh come on now. Look at it... it's just like the big red button. Ya GOTTA press it. A voice in the back of his mind did. Matt was wondering why his subconscious had done this to him...or if it was really what happened. He finally stood in position and began trying to pry the pieces apart, Sin pulling the strings to his every movement.

The smell of decay was the first thing to hit his nostrils, Alexander instantly clamping a hand over his nose as he looked for the source of the disgusting smell. What he saw was a strange looking corpse, decomposing and a color that was not usually the human normal, with something jutting out of his chest.  This was the scene of another slaughter, or so the body and blood across the floor suggested, something about the scenario only starting to freak Alexander out more. Matt seemed to be….investigating something and that likely meant that Alexander would have to do something similar, though a strange pressure seemed to hit him in the gut, pushing out all of his breath and causing Alexander to gasp suddenly. A low footstep could be heard, rising in volume as it grew closer and closer. Instinctively he clutched onto the files held under his arm as he drew in a deep breath.

”Who do I have here?” The flat voice mused, male in structure and dark. Alexander’s eyes snapped to the male that had appeared from the door that they had walked through, yet that could….not be possible, the door behind them had been sealed…unless he had destroyed it somehow, but it didn’t seem like something that could be so easily broken. He was a strange individual with tan skin and inquisitive golden eyes, ones that bore into Alexanders for a moment before turning to Matthew, perhaps even more curious of him. ”Haven’t seen anyone in here in…..a long while. Except for the woman, but she has nothing to fear.” He seemed to mutter to himself, as Alex took note of a strange tome that dangled from his side, one that looked as if it were composed of human skin.

What the hell was happening, and why was it that he got the strangest feeling from him?

An edge radiated from him the moment he heard the voice. He wanted to hiss. Yeah, that's right. He wanted to literally hiss, like a snake coiled up and ready to launch forward. Unfortunately for poor Matthew he lacked the appropriate physiology for venomous fangs. He found the source of the voice when he turned around, as if it were a chore to actually pay the man any heed at all. He even let out a scoff as he turned his head. In almost an instant Matt's mind was...rather ready for this encounter. Perhaps it was because he was expecting a monster and not a man with a flesh-coated tome.

"Fear? That's a funny word." He said, the whimsicality in his voice made it seem entirely dismissive of the man whom had just arrived on the scene. Matt would have turned to Alexander, but he found himself rather...frozen as fate would have it. He offered no resistance at the moment, as his body freezing up was not life threatening, and he was uncertain if this was the power of the new arrival or if this was still some bull crap going on with his mind.

"Dear God I'm effed up." Matt said as he shook his head and his eyes narrowed, as if he were repulsed and somehow in awe of the grand "revelation" that he had just received. Granted this had no pertinence to the men who were there in the room with him, but he had just now come to notice how his situation was not normal. How many people could literally say "Hey yeah, my subconscious gets hyperactive and it feels like I lose all control of my body." and be looked at as if he were sane. That's what I've been saying for YEARS buddy boy.

He looked back at this strange man who appeared and looked at Alex, suddenly realizing that Alex was very much in danger, and without his own regeneration factor he was genuinely screwed if push came to shove. Not that this man knew that. HE looked up as if he was just noticing the man for the first time and shrugged. "Whatever dude, look we tried to leave and the door locked. Where is the nearest exit to this place, I gotta get out of here, it's like my mom on her period, we even have the dead guy in the corner."He said, finally regaining control of his arms and pointing at the corpse on the table.

Fear was a funny word, but not so funny when one was drowning in it. Matt may have no felt it, but looking upon the male only caused Alex to freeze in place, eyes locking upon the strange male as he stood in place and looked the two over with a rather smug looking face. Something within him wanted to raise his weapon and shoot the guy down, but at the same time that part also wanted to turn the weapon on another target, one closer to him. ”You want the nearest exit? Well, it’s right behind me but…I can’t simply let you walk away yet.” He noted tapping the skin bound tome as an invisible force rose from the book and seemed to slam into Alex, drawing a gasp from him and within a moment he was falling to his knees, sweating a little more than expected.

”Sadly normal humans can’t stay in my presence too long, well without going mad.” The strange male sighed rubbing the bridge of his nose. ”I wonder how long this one will last.” The folder Alex was holding fell from under his arm and a few of the files fluttered across the floor and one of them as if taken by a breeze blew to the feet of the newcomer as he knelt down and picked it up. A small smirk played across his lips as he looked to the young male curiously. ’Now where did you get this little guy?” He absently noted before walked forwards, until he was standing next to Alexander and then considering Matt. Now, I have a few…questions for you.”

"You'd better ask them pretty quick then, I'm beginning to experience the whole "staying sane" thing first hand." Matt said as he rubbed his eyes and squatting down with a deep exhale. His mind began to race, a thousand miles an hour, but it was nothing too debilitating... as of yet. He dropped his hand, and it graced the ground. The very moment his skin touched that laboratory floor his mind went alight...

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   Matthews eyes opened again as he looked up, he has missed anything and everything asked to him within the past minute and a half. His eyes looked up at the man, there was a primal urge that swept over him. A hatred for this man with the tome....the one who caused HIS "friend" duress. He chuckled slightly as he looked down to the floor with a smile.

"I would... suggest...you let my acquaintance go." He said quite plainly, he turned to look at the man the whites of his eyes seeming to darken into an unholy black and the iris' turning a burning red for just a moment. (Grid shift to Sin) "I'm afraid until you do...the only thing you're going to get from me is your death-wish fulfilled." He felt the Cintamani stone's power burn as his eyes returned to their "normal color, before he looked down to Alex. To Alex he would appear to be all the same, though perhaps the usual suspicions. Such a weak little human...but somehow so amusing Sin thought as his eyes closed and he head turned from him as he chuckled.

”Well that answers one of them.” The male noted humming to himself as he looked over the two that had seemingly wandered into his personal domain, something about what the male had said as his eyes took on different colors amusing. A low chuckled issued from his lips as he turned to Alexander, the frail human that this interesting being had grown so….protective over with so little of a threat presented to him. ”Fulfill my death wish? That’s quite the bold claim, suggesting you could even kill me.” There was nothing within his voice that suggested pride, vanity or anything of the sort, simply a flat voice that stated an observation of his. ”I simply cannot let him go however, the madness simply comes with being in my presence. I would like to turn it off, but that is an improbability.”

To the strange male Alexander still seemed to be holding up fine, not falling into any form of hysterics from his influence, which showed that he was by no means a normal human; mentally at any rate and something within him wanted to test that fortitude further. ”Well would you look at that, more important matters call.” The tan male noted with a sigh, snapping his fingers abruptly as one of the tattoos that decorated his right arm began to glow an ominous red color for a second, male beginning to turn a black color before simply vanishing. It was with his disappearance that the strange pressure that radiated from him vanished, leaving them alone within the room, Alexander pushing himself to his feet as he rubbed the bridge of his nose. The male turned to Matthew for a second before looking to where the stranger was once standing, letting what had happened process.

There was no way that he could really do it, seeing as how he was trying to keep a frayed mental state altogether. For now they would simply have to keep looking for a way out.

"Madness inducement upon mortals. Runic marking teleportation. Those runes were oddly specific... Hah. Knew that old book wouldn't keep locked up forever." He said with an amused hum. It was times like this when Sin had completely forgotten that he knew far more than the average mind, especially when it came to power intuition from even the most simple of sights. The foe was not the man, oh no...if they were to meet again then he would not target the man.... the book. It was the enemy. "The powers are emanated from the book. Don't focus on the construct holding the book, focus on the book. Actually, you should probably avoid the book. My spiritual induced regeneration would help you and counter act the effects of the madness...but he's still leagues out of your level. If you're keeping notes please also note that the color yellow gives me a headache." He said, the last part more comically, yes strangely serious. He rubbed his head and sighed, looking around before he snapped his fingers. The regeneration left the male named Alexander, however Sin walked over and reached into his pocket, suddenly drawing from his inner world a small dark chocolate bar before tossing it to the male.

"Here...it should help clear your head some....not entirely probably. When is the mind ever clear though... it's not. Trick question. No question actually, you didn't ask it yet. You will though." Sin said as he rolled his eyes and folded his arms. He looked onward to find an elevator that was labeled "Teir Three". Sin smiled, knowing all too well that this was what their little radio-friend was trying to steer them too. Mortals are so predictable. "Well...since our little "guest" insists, we should press on. Or you can sit here. Or stand. If you stay too long the man will come back though. Unless that's what you want. Please make note that just because he's easy on the eyes doesn't mean a damned thing. I don't think paper can hold up like most do." Sin finished his little rant, enjoying his ability to talk a little too much. He then settled himself and sighed, a hissing noise escaping his mouth along side a single whisp of smoke. He looked back to Alex with a rather impish grin. The mortal could withstand being the close to the book of insanity and still survive with a relative sane mind? Perhaps there was potential to this. This male...if he could withstand the book of insanity...there WAS potential that he maybe able to delve through the depths, sieve through the black sands and reach through the ephemeral to pull out and understand the very knowledge of Sin itself...or Himself rather.

"Actually...I like ya. You should probably come along." Sin said with a laugh, as if her were playing a game of sorts, or playfully wording something. He motioned with his hand to come along as he moved for the elevator. He pressed the up arrow and waited for Alexander to join him before he allowed the door to close. Apparently they were headed to Teir three. It was an upper area...which means it was close to the public market...unless his sudden "usurping" of the body riddled his sense of direction, which was also possible. "Oh how I wonder what this "Teir Three" has in store for us..." He mused aloud with a wolfish grin at the door, waiting for it to open once more.

Something about madness inducement was said, which explained the strange sensation that he was feeling upon seeing the male. It were as if fingers were pulling away at his sanity, slowly trying to pull it apart and getting some effect for sure. While he was trying to keep raw sanity together, he attempted to listen to what Sin was saying, something about how the book was the source and not the man, even though he did not at the time remember seeing a book. Rubbing his head carefully, Alexander found himself looking to the rotting body, feeling nauseous as he turned away before his body would force itself to heave. There was the snap of a finger, followed by the feeling of having something leave his body and leaving him weaker for it, and perhaps exaggerating the feeling within even more; yet he could hide it well enough.

With that small business done, he rubbed his right forearm awkwardly and looked to Sin as if silently expecting him to lead the way. The whole easy on the eyes thing did not quite help matters, though Alexander attempted to avert any sort of reaction, stepping ahead to where his face could not be seen until he was sure that his facial coloration was under control. Hell, he needed to get himself under control before he did anything else, with people inducing madness with their presence doing something like this to him. Honestly, Alexander was surprised that he wasn’t reduced to a raving mess by now, especially considering how likely that seemed with how his head was working. Regardless of the reason given, it were not as if Alexander planned to stay here alone with the dead, he would not do something so…suicidal. In the end that would only end with him moldering much like the corpse, with fear on his face and within his eyes.

With that choice made in his mind, Alex chose to join Sin within the elevator as the door closed, and they would begin to ascend. Where they were heading was a place called Tier Three, somewhere near the market district or something like that, which meant they would be falling back into the city. The thought alone was both comforting and slightly discomforting, as it was still a place that he knew nothing about. Even if it was not the best place, he was beginning to miss home, a place that was slightly recognizable. Within a few moments the elevator would stop, doors opening as he stepped through into Tier three or whatever this place was, Alexander shuddering slightly as he turned to Sin and then back to the scene ahead of them. The air was clear here, instead of clouded with the scent of decay and madness.

Where they ended up however was a strange looking hallway, with a few blinking red lights that illuminated it even more. One of the signs pointed down the hallway, saying “main lab” which was likely where the explosion had happened, or something along those lines. Something told Alexander they would want to avoids that are, and so luckily another sign pointed them in another direction, which was…well something had scratched away at the sigh, leaving only a large M with claw marks raking through and running the other letters. Alexander blinked a few times at that, as if curious of what had done that and if going that way would do them any good either. Now it was more of letting Sin make the choice, considering that he seemed to be knowing what he was doing.

"Well that's something new." Sin said as he sighed, looking at the two paths in which lay before them. It seemed as though the little pale British kid was going to let him lead the way. Sin rolled his eyes and smiled as he gladly usurped the chance to take control of the situation. "Betcha didn't think all this shit would happen when ya first met me huh? What happened first? Right, the creature chasing you. Then there was the Banshee... heyahahaha ah man. Bit off more than you can chew eh?" Sin chuckled, stepping forward. He stopped, seeming to contemplate the sign for just a moment before he sighed and gave an exaggerated shrugging motion. He pivoted on his right heel as he turned almost fluidly around to look at Alex.

"Well, the shit doesn't get any less weird. So if you wanna back out, nows the chance....otherwise..." Sin said, pausing for a moment as he held out his arms and bent over slightly, bowing before taking a step back, his head moving up to look at Alex with a smirk. " Welcome to Wonderland, Alex." He said as he took another step back, standing upright and pivoting once more back to his normal walk, heading down the math of the scratched off M.

Apparently Sin had lead them straight into a relative dead-end. Where they emerged there was a rather spacious area, however unlike the remainder of the underwater realm they had seen, this area was ill-lit, save for some screens and the occasional tube. Sin recognized nothing about the area. It wasn't until further exploration and deep analytical thought that he realized that this place was a medical bay of sorts, and the dim lighting was to facilitate a more restful sleep to the occupants of the tubes. Sin grumbled as he stepped forward, hearing his footstep echo.

"Of course you would make it here..." A voice said, the deep voice seemed to echo, but Sin located it immediately. Through the darkness just a little, there was a figure, leaning against a "nurses station" hooded head downcast and a hand holding a bloody shirt. Sin stepped forward and the hooded head rose, looking upon Sin with a masked face and several crosses and other religious symbols adorning his neck. "Seventeen years.... Seventeen years I've waged this war...and perhaps now...I can finally lay the demon to rest." The man said, rising to his feet, shakily and unsteady, but mustering the ability to do so. Whatever he had just come from, the encounter had been a wounding one, as his leg looked as if it had been vertically spliced open a good quarter inch deep and his left shoulder fell limp as warm dark blotches adorned through the elegant gold-laced grey robes and stole. The voice so familiar it was almost apparent who he was, and the face upon the wanted poster was in fact a perfect mask. They stood before and spoke with a wounded Minister. The Minister gimped forward, Sin making no attempt to help the man, rather his lip curling in disgust as he looked to Alexander and let out a hum, eyes scanning over him. Sin did not like this...at all. They were too vulnerable...susceptible to whatever it was that attacked this man not too long ago. Sin let out a very inhuman growl, but it was quiet enough that he did not believe he had reason to fear, not that he cared if he was heard or not.

Alexander considered the two paths before him, both of them seeming equally dangerous and yet he could not quite pick out one for himself, and considering that Matt was the only combat capable one from what he had seen upon their first meeting, then it was likely best to allow him to pick. So the young male simply stayed a few steps behind Matt, unaware of any change within him. However, there was only one thing that he could not and it was that Matt had grown…chattier than usual, especially considering the present situation but perhaps that was simply the stress getting to him. Not like Alex could claim to know how things of that nature worked. The slightly confused English male blinked a couple of times, before simply following Sin down the proverbial rabbits hole, feeling as if something were following them as they walked. A cold chill that breathed down his neck and made the hairs rise.

The two walked through a singular door into a larger and mostly empty area, Alex looking around as if looking for something. At first glance this place was unimpressive, but upon further inspection it seemed to be a medical bay of sorts, sporting tubes that carried people within it. Alexander looked over these tubes, bright blue orbs narrowing as he considered them and then turning back to Matt and finding his attention drawn to another interesting individual. A deep voice had drawn from them, tinged with a strange accent that Alex could easily place as he kept his distance from the male in question, as the strange feeling only began to exaggerate itself, Goosebumps rising across his arms as he involuntarily shuddered. Something had damaged this guy, but what the hell was it?

Something about this whole situation was strange, and then he felt it, hands crawling along his flesh, cold and….malicious in intent. A low rhythmic humming could be heard at the edge of his hearing, demonic almost in tone as the shadows seemed to twist and warp. A small pain ran along his cheek, as something seemed to break the skin and draw a small amount of blood, trickle flowing down his cheek. ”I can smell it.” The low growling voice muttered, multiplied by a thousand hushed tones speaking the same thing as it, layered and layered over as if many were speaking.  Shadows rose, as if trying to snuff out the light, and of the shadows one could make out two large eyes with blood red irises, and a large grinning mouth of sharp white teeth. This face looked down upon them from the ceiling. ”The blood of my mother’s enemies and something else…..mmmm.” It chuckled with the same reverb, seeming to slink onto one of the walls.

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"Well that sounds promising." He said with a smirk. To which the male nearby looked up to him, the Minister looked up to the creature above, uncertain as to how he was to react. Sin looked up at the beast and he arched an eyebrow. "Umbrakinetic, most likely able to use the darkness to assimilate himself with nothingness. Ultimately it's difficult to understand the full conceptual ability of this creature, however at a glance I think we know enough." Sin said as he yawned and rubbed the back of his neck. This was going to be a pain in the rear end, he could already tell...unless he somehow managed to flip the proverbial switch. That would be hard to do with the squishy human though...especially because he was just warming up to him.

"How could you possibly know that?" The Minister asked looking to him. Sin looked at him, his eyes a rather unbelievable blue for a moment before turning back to their original color and a knowing smirk playing across his face. The Minister stepped back slightly, finally understanding the gravity of the situation. He looked back to Alex and began to hobble that way, looking for anything and everything he could use for cover for either him or the male. He reached Alex before almost falling, catching himself on a desk. "Be careful, don't stray too close to the darkness, keep your eyes open and whatever you do... don't be afraid" He warned as he tried to tug Alex closer and pull him towards the middle of the room.

"You smell something else huh?" Sin asked lifting his arm and sniffing before letting out a "bleh" and looking up at the eyes and the mouth. "Sorry, they forgot to apport my deodorant with me. So who are you? Another one of the failed attempts?" He mused a genuine question and not at all construed as berating or condescending.

The malevolent eyes of the shadowy creature scanned over the three arrayed before it, tendrils of darkness seeming to dance around its body, wriggling much like snakes. These eyes however seemed trained upon Sin, as if he were now the most interesting individual within the room, the hands forming a perimeter around him almost yet not moving to form any type of attack. ”You learned that much from simply looking at my form? Interesting little morsel you are. The multilayered voice seemed to note amused as the shadows writhed about, twisting and turning with no real defined direction in them save for the act of moving around. Alexander absently felt for the small cut on his cheek, some of the blood smearing on the fingers and coating them in dark red, brilliant blue eyes looking over it for a moment before stepping away from the shadowy hands that seemed to be slinking along the floor.

A hand gripped onto his shoulder, as the voice urged him to stay away from the shadows, from the darkness that this thing seemed to control. So, in his better interest Alexander listened to him and moved away from the potential threat of the strange shadow monster. Sin however seemed to be conversing with the thing, though it had found the thought amusing. Large red eyes narrowed curiously upon the being that interested it. ”Failed attempt? For what was intended I suppose one could call me a failed attempt, but the better question is what you are. What are you?” It would ask, shadow tendrils slowly moving in on him..[/color]

The tendrils slithered forward. Sin had an anticipation killing him inside. He wanted to see what the creature would do. Not that it was entirely unrealistic to figure out that the creature was likely going to attempt to attack him. The only other thing that came to mind involved a camera and becoming a huge star to Japanese perverts. His eyes shifted, red eyes and black pupils taking over as he smiled, a slightly sharper canine revealed as he ran his tongue along his teeth.

"Me? Oh I'm nothing really. I'm just the corruptor of the life web, the poison of Yggdrasil, the one whom corrupted Life and transformed it into Death. I am the source of all darkness. I am the reason all things die, the great deceiver, the corruptor... I suppose you could say.... I'm Sin... But I am also Yamm... Primordial of Chaos, King of Maddness, Patron of the Vampire and Father of Leviathans..." He said in a very uninterested tone, almost as if listing the names had been a bore or bother for him. He sighed as he felt a growling form within. He sighed and shrugged as he locked his arms in, one across his chest the other elbos resting on the wrist as his hand acme over and he could nibble on his index finger as it lay across his face. "But I suppose you can call me "Father"" He chuckled. Tendrils of Sin sprouted form his body, the black addicting and corrupting liquid flying out to combat the tendrils. Sin triggered and he and his tendrils illuminated with a bright light, the presence of Yamm joining in harmony with Sin itself, creating a terrifying living weapon that ould hopefully drive back the darkness and keep the creature at bay.