Inquisitors; Rulers Of Past

Encounters

The large dome had become the latest trend in town. It was black with smaller white circles engraved around it. Shield agents stood around, waiting for a response from their scout. Media vans, police cars and reporters crowded around the roadblock.

"What a shitty day," Bree said, stretching his limbs. "We should be in bed by now. Thought the Inquisitors could handle everything."

"Apparently not," Noelle said, "Another lie that they tell."

"Yeah, you got that right." Bree replied. "A bunch of idiots."

"Will you two cut it out?" The stern voice reprimanded the two Shield agents. Bree and Noelle quieted immediately, a frown drawn on each of their faces. The officer walked towards the dome structure, scrutinizing the very thing that had made him miss his dear time with his wife and daughter. He was in no mood to deal with any daemon, and neither where the recruits. He also shared the same sentiment with them. It was an inquisitor's job as well, where the hell were they?

But complaining would be pointless. Seeking help from them would only ruin the whole point of the creation of the Shield. They had to show results or their reputation would go down. It was these few times that he actually missed the inquisitors.

"Noelle, any word from Jared?"

"No Captain," Noelle said, "Nothing. Just a live feed"

"You know, he could be dead." Bree said nonchalantly.

"Bree!"

"What? Isn't it obvious?" Bree retorted. The captain said nothing. Deep down, he knew that Bree could be right. It had been a good long 45 minutes since Jared had entered the dome. If he had killed it, he would have been out by now.

This was going to last more than just one night.

Barry washed his face, and left the bathroom, still feeling a little drowsy from the previous night's adventure. He eyed the spear that leaned on the wall and sighed. He walked out of his room, in the same white shirt and baggy black trousers he always wore. After having a short exchange with the attendant at the ground floor, he walked down the street to the nearest café, sitting at a table close to a window. A maid came over to him and took his order of a black coffee and some pie. Turning to the window, he looked outside to see the everyday chaos of Detroit. The cars racing up and down, being stopped by the occasional traffic, the pedestrians playing their part, filling the streets. Birds that flew high in the sky, planes that flew higher. His attention was brought back to earth when the maid came with his order. He thanked her and smiled, and she smiled back, although a bit forced. As he began to drink his coffee, his mind drifted to the conversation he had with Sakura. It's not like he didn't have any family he wanted to protect. The inquisitors were his family. But then...deep down he just didn't want to see anybody dying in front of him. It was too much of a burden to his heart, and he didn't really want it to weigh on him.

His thoughts were interrupted by a girl walking into the bar. She had a petite structure with blond hair and green eyes. She wore a black tank top under a white jacket and white trousers. But his attention was drawn to the weird whip wrapped around her waist.

She was no ordinary girl. The girl sat at a table in front of him, putting on earplugs. She seemed to be a regular customer, as the maid came with a plate of chocolate creamed donuts and some coffee- and if anyone asked him, those donuts were too much for one person. Also, the symbol on her back looked weird. It looked like an anchor, but the base of it had a skull. He had never heard of an organization like hers...it can't be...Barry eyes widened as he began to recognize that symbol. A year ago, before the events of the 2nd Daemon Incident, the Dark family, one of the six great families, was accused of genocide, or at least, the head of the family was. The details of the incident remained unknown, only that the Dark family was removed from the great families. The head of the family was imprisoned and his heirs were forced to become inquisitors. Martha, who was a close friend of his, had obeyed without any form of complaint. Luke had objected to the decree, saying that it was unfair to pay for crimes that they had not committed. Hence, he was also imprisoned. But Luke never reached Tartarus. He was taken from the vehicle that was transporting him. And not many people knew this, but the person who took him, had that exact same symbol on his back.