A Scale of Power- Chapter Nine

He told them everything. The events of what happened on the roof. The voice. What it said, about the Lords of Darkness, about some kind of prophecy, and that Lord Venom was one of these so-called Lords of Darkness. The voice he had heard sounded almost omnipotent, he was now almost certain that the owner of that voice was clearly not mortal, or at least not as Earth knew it. 

"This voice," Tobias answered, "you say it sounded deep in tone, like with a heavy aura?" 

"Yeah," Tom continued, "why, do you know it?" 

I'm afraid I have no choice but to tell them now, do I? Tobias thought. 

"What I am about to tell you has been kept in the dark for centuries, for whatever reason, you do not reveal this information to anyone outside this very room," the four nodded at him, as Tobias began to look rather nervous, as he placed a shiny, leather black briefcase on the table. He clicked it open, and inside were a lot of paper files. He opened the first one, and handed out others to the four, his hands shaking as he did. 

"This just looks like some old ruins, nothing really out of the ordinary here," Maria remarked. 

"At first glance, no, everything seems normal, but look at the pictures together, then tell me that there is still nothing out of the ordinary." he replied. "the answer to this riddle is, all of these ancient cultures have this creature in common, every folklore, every empire, every turning point in history, he was there," 

"Why exactly is this significant? How in any way does this help us understand what Tom told us?" Ian demanded. Tobias fished a few more folders from the briefcase and placed them on the table. Tom picked up a folder and began to read from it; 

Subject: Classified Above Top Secret 

Form/ Shape: Currently unknown 

Origin: Unknown 

Human: No 

Languages: Various 

Data: This creature has appeared in the same form across many different cultures over thousands of years. He is depicted in many different cultures as healing the sick, leading charges in many great battles, but one depiction is clearly the most apparent: slaying a mighty demon. None of the battles described or depicted in these ancient cultures are known to have happened in human history. In Mayan culture he is Quetzalcoatl, in Ancient Egypt he is known as The Devourer, Ancient Greece knew him as Asclepius, and Rome knew him as Mars, whereas Mesopotamia knew him as Iskur. He was depicted to aid and visit the empires and civilizations of the Ancient World, and is reported to have stood in defiance of Germanic tribes at the gates of Rome in 410 AD. Little else is known about this creature, but his main weapon and emblem is the Trident.  

Tom threw the folder down on the table and looked up at Tobias with an eyebrow raised. 

"Are you trying to tell me that I'm mad?" he began through gritted teeth, "I'm sick of being ridiculed, believe me I've had that experience for most of my life," 

"No, I would not dare to insult you," Tobias replied, "but this creature was said in legend to telekinetically speak to those who he deemed noble of soul and mind. Scribes also tell that his voice was so deep, it seemed the Earth trembled when he spoke."

"But what about this prophecy, and these Lords of Darkness? Surely your files must have some information on this as well," said Catherine.  

"Unfortunately, we have no information on these matters, in fact, this is new information, even to us." Tobias answered with his eyebrows raised. "On other matters, if Lord Venom is what you say, a Lord of Darkness, then he must be put down." "His psychotic escapades have gone on for long enough, and we at the meeting a few days ago agreed that, it is indeed, time to push him back." Suddenly a voice in the corner of the room muttered, then quickly changed into a booming rant. 

"Do not speak ill of your future Lord and Deity!" it screamed. One of the agents standing quietly in the corner of the room was the owner of that voice. From his jacket he pulled out a gun and fired into the centre of the room. Another agent dived into the path of the bullets and fired back in reply. A bullet hit the traitor in the thigh and he screamed as he collapsed on the floor. Even though he was weakened, the man reached for his gun, but Catherine was too quick for him. She used her power to rip apart the gun, and directed a few sharp shards towards the man's arm. Then Tom, who was now under the command of rage and revenge, threw the man across the room. He landed with a crash, and Tom was on him in a flash, literally. He slammed his fists at the traitor with all his hatred, practically screaming as he smashed him to a pulp. 

"Tom stop!" Ian commanded, but Tom wasn't listening, and continued to slowly kill the man. Maria conjured a small pistol loaded with darts and fired at Tom. All he knew up until that point was the rage, hatred, and lust for revenge that was squirming in his mind. The next thing he knew was a sudden and sharp pain in his back. He felt his hands go numb, as his vision became dazed. His muscles became weaker and more relaxed. The world span for what seemed like hours, as he experienced a cold yet barely noticeable sensation on one side of his face, as his head hit the marble floor. The last thing he saw was the traitor being dragged away. Yet the last thing he knew was being pulled into blackness, further and further into the depths of the endless night.