[I want to do something good and serious, so try develloping your post]

Nhieling was in his little amenaged lab, in the ruin of Everlast magic school, experimentating over some new chimical weapon, when he sensed something. Someone had entered his territory. Cleaning the mess that was his working area, he start ranging his note in his alchemy book, and was washing his hand when three shadow entered his lab. Since they didn't seem to have any aggressive intent, and they didn't try to hide their entrance, Nhieling just ask then, without turning back. Hi everyone, who are you?~
A toneless voice, probably modificated through a magic spell, answered him :
Hi, first we need to confirm something, are you Nhieling, of the Ryugujo?

Finally Nhieling turned back in their direction. I may. Why are you seaking "Nhieling of the Ryugujo" then?
They were three, around the same heigh, with large cloak covering their body. Each of them were wearing a strange mask, white, without any exterior sign, not even hole for the eyes.

We've heard of your organisation, and we've come because we need some skilled men for a difficult job. Both intelligence and fighting skill are needed, we've contact most of your member, but most have decline, actually if you accept you would be the third man of the group.

Nhieling stay stilled, waiting for him to pursue. Not answering was often the best way to disturb someone and make him loose his assurance.

Eee... The fact is that recently, an hard-disk containing really important data from our organisation was stolen by some... group. And we're having a hard time getting it back. So we're recruiting a retrieving team. We though it was the good occasion to contact your organisation.

Don't mix thing up in your approach. What is the part about the Ryugujo, and what is the part that is individual to each member? Asnwered Nhieling.

We're offering resource to the Ryugujo in exchange from the help of his member, but you're... "Boss", said it were up to each member to act according to his own will, so we had to demarched each of you ourselves

Amused, Nhieling answered :

Get to business : What do you want, what do you offer?

We're can conclude a profitable alliance with the Ryugujo, we're often in the need of some... arms, but with a brain behind the muscle too, we have large access to data, weapon and influence in our side. We'll also offer 1 000 000 drachma to the one that will take part into this mission.

Seem good, but... about the mission?

The group that have stolen our data is know as the Black wing. There currently nesting in the Deep.

The deep... Nhieling heart miss a beat at this name.

WHAT ?! You want us to enter the Deep? For the ridiculous amount of 1 000 000 drachma? Are you insane? It's one of the most dangerous area into the whole world ! Even the main governement don't have any power here !

The deep were actually a city in the oldest part of Bosporus. No one really knew when this city was founded. For what Nhieling knew, it seemed to have appeared out of nowhere something like a millenium ago. And since then, generation have changed it without any order, leading the city to become the biggest mess humanity have ever seen.

Actually, you would only need to went through the first level of the city.

The city was strange in the fact that the visible city was only the emerged part of the iceberg. Under it were pilled god know how much kilometer of underground. The city was filled with human and non-human at all level. Organization were ruling the city, but each one could only seize power over small part of it, and each level was fearing the level under them. Because the deeper you went underground, the stronger were the foe you could met.
Nhieling ha already been here in his past, but he could never reach the deepest level, if there was one to begin with. This city had became a world by itself, leading human to degenerated evolution, each generation becoming stronger than the precedent one.
The emerged part were only a storage of human misery. Thug, outlaw, exiled, or just poor or lost person were leaving here, in what was called the "ground zero". THis area was through in itself, but the people living here were living in the constant fear of what may lay behind their feet.
People from higher level (or lesser one, as you saw it) sometimes went in the lower level and went on a killing spree, before leaving or being stoped.
This area had also the strange peculiarity of gathering people with great power. Like the ligh gather the mosquito.

Why would I set a foot in this cursed city to begin with?

Hmmm 2-3 other seemed to hesitated, I think they may go, you wouldn't want to let them die no? At the time we're speaking they've probably already left. We've come to you at last, because we've heard you already knew about this place.

Terrible secret were entrapped in this place, and greedy one pften burned their wing trying to get something from the deep. Nhieling also had somes interrested into this place, but hearing that some other member may already have went here, he made his choice :

Not bad, really, you've got me here, I'll go, but just be sure you'll paid for this.

Then Nhieling left. He through that he would probably find the other once he got here?

Mortimer sat on the large rock, a light breeze ran through his hair as his red eyes reflected the 3/4 moon. He was enjoying the last few minutes before he knew the evening would take a turn for the worst. He knew where this was heading and he was hating it already. Thinking back for what must have been the twelfth time that day he recalled the encounter with the men who came to his home.

They'd come in broad daylight, brazen and unafraid. This was odd for Mortimer as most people who came to him, especially those who were actively LOOKING for him tended to be at least slightly afraid. All the notable members of the ryu-ju-go had either developed a massive reputation or were unnaturally strong. However these men had walked in here without a second thought and told him to go down into The Deep. Normally Mortimer was all for insane expeditions with a high mortality rate and odds of success edging into negative numbers, but even HE wasn't dumb (or crazy) enough to willingly enter that place.

He had heard the rumors and seen some of the people who came out. They weren't the same as when they began. A haunted look of futility and anguish remained stamped on their faces and in their hearts. It was enough to depress anyone who even thought about it. It was paradox of power personified (how's that for alliteration).

They'd given him the pitch, only the first level they said. A million drachma reward and the possibility of opening trade and negotiation with a supposedly large scale operation. To Mortimer however it sounded like a cheap ploy to eliminate some world-dominating competition by sending its chief members to their deaths.

He had outright refused of course, and apparently the men had been waiting for him to do just that, because that's when they pulled out their trump card. They seemed all to eager to pull it out and see the mixture of shock horror and anger as he laid eyes on the photograph.

The activity was ransom. And if he wanted to get her out of their bondage, he would need to play along with them and retrieve the data-disk. Of course Mortimer had contemplated killing them all then going to get her himself but found that option impossible. These men wouldn't tell him where she was even with the threat of death. If they failed to report in, she would die. If Mortimer refused, she would die. If he did anything other than exactly what they wanted him to then she would die.

And so the seemingly al-mighty shadow mage was shanghaied into working for this particular odious group of bastards, each of whom were willing to kill an innocent girl if it meant keeping their dirty secrets under-wraps.

Thus he continued staring at the moon, contemplating every possible way he could make them suffer once he had gotten the disk and gotten her out of there. There was only one person who had ever felt Mortimers' wrath, and that man was now gone. And shadowmancer had a bit more than suspicion that these men would be experiencing that same wrath VERY soon.

Nhieling was now getting to the city. City... Nhieling was still wondering if it could be called this. This was more of a gigantic stack of habitation, that extended in a totally anarchic way through years. The only good point is that everything that could be found in this world could be buy here. The gigantic black market was next to the criminal syndicate QG, beggar could be seen everywhere, and each day, if you woke up you were a part of the lucky one that had survived the night.

With so much people dying here everyday, Nhieling still didn't know how the population could still be growing...
It was like people from all over the world were attracted by this place, endlessly.
But if the ground zero was a mostly a lawless area, where every criminals could exact their actions without any cops to bother them, the underground were.... Something else.
Only the higher transaction occured on the level 1. After this level... What lied under was a mystery. Level 2 people never had any contact with the normal world, at much some transaction occur with the level 1, but except from this nothing. People who was born in the underground often died without seeing the sun in their whole like.
It was like a world by itself, but a world where power and influence meant everything.

Nhieling was now walking into the street. He get adressed by a few prostitute waving them with the hand to indicate he wasn't interrested.

Nhieling now had to find the other one that may have join. To begin with, he had to an information brroker.

"So Nhieling...planning on making the whole world like this when you become a god?" scoffing at Nhielings goals. It was no secret that Nhieling had ambitions of becoming a god... and from what Mortimer could tell, this place was Nhielings cup of tea. The very essence of the power paradox. Had they not both been there for the mission, Mortimer would have thought Nhieling came here for the soul purpose of acting on his nihilistic desires and getting a better field for his future world.

As things stood, it was mostly a comment in jest,but looking at this place Mortimer could feel nothing but disgust. It was a pit of humanity as far as the eye could see. No wonder Nhieling hated humans if these were the kinds of people he usually dealt with.

And then it came full circle...dealing with those kinds of people. Mortimer had met them before and had since made a point in avoiding THOSE kinds of people... but now he was working for them. Making a mental note to kill them as soon as this was over, Mortimer followed behind Nhieling, waiting for the puppeteer to signal a stop or a turning point of some kind. Seeing that Nhieling was doing no such thing, Mortimer reached into the crowd and caught a person by the scruff of their collar.

"Tell me, if I was looking for information about a particular object which came to town recently, who would I go to?" The individual, a middle aged man was taken aback by this sudden and somewhat awkward question but soon replied "T-Tomas Gwain... vice editor of the Daily Days newspaper." "Good man, now where would he be at this time of day?" "uh... I dunno, probably at the Daily Days main office?" "Okay then where is this office?" "Two blocks down then make a right on stringer street. Look for the big building." "Okay, thank you very much." Releasing him the man continued "Y'know, a person might get a reward for giving you such important information?" "Yes, he certainly might" turning away from the man, he left him there and proceeded towards the location of the Daily Days newspaper office.

It was a common tactic, turning a newspaper agency into an information brokerage. In fact, that was the only real reason a newspaper might exist nowadays, collecting and selling information to the highest bidder, and releasing information if someone didn't pay up on certain black mail fees. It was a corrupt yet fruitful buisness and the exact reason why Mortimer to this day had stayed as far as he could from reporters. You never knew who they might REPORT their information to.

Nhieling facepalmed... Really, are you serious? Said him, showing the man that was leaving, anxious. Nhieling puppet was disguised, and was "walking" next to them. Dwarfs were a lot more common than puppetist, and Nhieling was trying to avoid attention.

Nhieling puppet followed the man in an alley. Something like 15sec after, it came back, with some blood dripping from under the cloak.
Okay, now we should go. Said Nhieling. Oh, and concerning your question, making the whole world like this? Hmmm I couldn't. There is still a lot of mystery about this place, and why such a place can exist is still part of them, even from me.
At the top of my form, I could barely get to the level 3, in the past. I think you can't elucidate why such a place exist and how it work if you can't reach the deepest level. There must be a real meaning to this place, but for getting here we'll have to be a hell stronger.
Moreover, even with the power of a god I wouldn't do something like this. The world is more interresting as it is. This place is quite good too... But it lack the diversity that make this world working. If the whole world became like this... It would be so boooooring. No I think ultimate chaos is good when confined in some place. If you generalized something this extreme, there won't be any room for anything else to exist.
And you, what would you do if you were a god Mortimer-Kun? Would you want to supress the place like this? Would you want to prevent fear or pain from existing?

As he said this, Nhieling was walking. The street they followed was a lot less crowed now. Sunddely, a bunch of thug appear in a back alley, they were running after a young woman. Nhieling barely look at this, and turned to Mortimer : So, what would you do? Would you pick darkness over light? Or Light over darkness?

"...If I had the world I'd make it so that everyone could sleep forever in the dreams they desired... never moving never harming, but connected to each other through a shared dream, where they could do anything they wished without harming one another. That's my idea of paradise. A world where everyone sleeps and dreams together. People would no longer need to fight for resources or status or comfort. When everyone sleeps these functions will no longer be necessary, and when they dream they can live any kind of life they want, with the people that they choose. And sin't that what everyone wants? To live their life as they choose to live it?"

They had finally arrived in front of the Daily Days. A massive sky scraper even amongst this city, a vertical hell. Entering they were immediatly greeted by a work-place bustle behind a counter top, in the center of which stood a man, framed by a sign which said "Daily Days, vice editor". He was fairly young, in his mid twenties or early thirties, with short blonde hair, blue eyes and a constant smile.

Without missing a beat Mortimer walked right up to the counter to speak with the man "I'm looking for an item of interest which my employers believe has entered the city recently. A hard disk in the hands of a group named the Black Wings. And I'd like to know where they are.[b]"

"Sure, sure" he said, nodding and still keeping his eyes closed and his mouth a smile. "All we need for that information is 1million Drachma, a non-disclosure contract of where you got that information signed, and for you to surrender one equally juicy piece of information yourselves, wadda ya say?"

Clearly the man was trying to swindle them... but then again he had the information they wanted and they could't very well turn down his terms now could they?

Mortimer... Do you understand what "Working with discretion" mean? We're not in a fucking playground !

Nhieling was really pissed now. Nevertheless, before even getting the chance to pass his frustration on Mortimer, four men appear. At their look, they were definitely fighter, not weakling this time. The two first of them were wearing black thin glove, and were definitely martial artist, another one looked like a punk, his face covered with a white makeup, piercing everywhere, and was playing with two large ring with cutting edge he was making roll around his finger. Licking his lips with impatience. The last one was wielding the same kind of black lightning as Taurou.

The vice editor suddenly answer, laughting nervously : You're going around with some dangerous question, guys... I'm sorry for you, really, but the one you are seeking have already taken disposition for not being followed. We'll have to draw out the more information we can out of you, and then if you're alive maybe we'll sell you to an organ selling mafia, so if yo...

Without letting him end it, Nhieling, pestered Mortimer : Isn't it evident? The one we're after are level 1 foes, level 1! Meaning they're all powerfull in ground zero, if it weren't for this mess they called a city we would have been arrested at the second we've set a foot in the Deep. Moreover do you really think that some shit eater like them could really have the information we're after? NO ONE in the ground zero know anything about the level 1, it's the same with level 1 for level 2, and 2 for 3...
Do you know what use we generally have for this lowlife? It's to find real information brooker. Nobody holding dangerous info such as the one we're searching for would work in the daylight like this...

Hearing about level 2 and 3, each of their enemy hesitate step back. Nervous as ever, the vice director yelled : He's bluffing, are you stupid? Just get them !

"Don't worry, I have a plan... I think" As he said this he was set upon by an axe kick by one of the martial artists and a bolt of lightning by the other mage. Apparently Taurou didn't have a monopoly on the stuff.

Mortimer took the attacks allowing the kick to knock him back spinning through the air as he was shocked by the lightning. Slowly he struggled to get up but was punched in the stomach by the martial artist before being grabbed by his hair and yanked up for another punch. But now he was in the position that he wanted, he had a body between himself and the counter. Incanting his activation key he activated an over the top version of Vente. Sending the martial artist flying back towards the counter and hopefully the vice-manager as well.

The black lightning user struck again, landing a direct hit too Mortimers sternum this time, Mortimer gritted his teeth, as the lightning user dashed forward, his arms crackling with the immobilizing energy. As soon as the lightning user got close enough, Mortimers hands rose out parallel to one another as they moved to the sides of his attackers head. Covering his hands with wind energy, he slammed them into the attackers ears, seeking to disorient him, unbalancing his inner ears and with the added airflow, cause his ear drums to rupture.

Then looking back up Mortimer saw that the entire office force had dropped what they were doing and were now aiming tommy-guns at him and Nhieling. Had the pair tried to turn back and run out of the building, they would have found the glass doors not only to be locked, but also bullet proof. Mortimer wondered how Nhieling had done with the pair of mercenaries after him as he formulated a strategy to deal with the gun-wielding office workers.

Nhieling throw a smoke bomb at his feet, covering the area around him. Mortimer was already rushing over one of the martial artist, and the mage. Okay... So it let him the other gorilla, and the punk. Nhieling hadn't once be feared in this place for nothing. His puppet started surging out of the smoke, hitting the gorilla, and then backing under the smoke. His reflex were really something, each time he was able to block the attack or at least not being hurt critically.

Hey, Mortimer ! At least you could've taken the stronger out of this two.

The next time the shadow tried to exit the cloud, both of Nhieling opponent jump into the smoke, trying to get Nhieling this time.
At the same time, Nhieling peacefully walk out of the smoke, letting his doll welcome them in.
Having summon his scythe, the puppet go with an axial slash on the gorilla at the second he entered the smoke.
Understanding that he had been tricked, the punk launch one of his ring sword at Nhieling, aiming skillfully for the head. Nhieling instantly attach one of his vacant hand thread to the corpse of the martial artist, and use it as a puppet to block the ring.
The second after he did this, the body fall to the ground.

Nhieling took a deep breath : Shit, it's a lot heavier, still to hard for my current power.

The ring fly back to the hand of the punk, that started smiling sadistically.

Telekinesis eh... This was the worst kind of opponent for Nhieling, without any second of hesitation he launched his puppet straight at him. At the other side, the punk send 4 ring at him. Nhieling strike two of them at mid range, but the two other still got to him, cutting him deeply.
At the same time, the punk head fall to the ground. As his energy was being sucked into Nhieling, his wound heal up by themselves, only letting the blood trace.

Cough cough... Just a little slower and I would've been dead by now.

The smoke screen disappear, letting Nhieling looked at the scene. From Mortimer opponent, one was KO, when the other one was rolling over the floor, yelling in pain.
The vice manager stood up, holding his break nose :

Shit, you'll pay for th... Then he stopped.

A... Puppeteer? May you be Nhieling from the immortal pact?...
The vice manager got pale... Everyone ! Kill him ! Now !

Shit... Exactly why I wanted to avoid fighting...

Thankfully the manager had paused to realize who nhieling was before he had the office cronies start shooting. This second of realization gave Mortimer the chance he needed to create a tower shield of shadow and then shundo over to Nhieling and drop them both down into a crouching position before the bullets started flying. "Stay behind me."

Inching his way forward Mortimer Managed to get to the edge of the counter, a gun popping over it seeking to kill them from their shelter. Too slow, Mortimer had already brought out his own gun and fired it into the hand of the would be killer before he had a chance to pull turn off the safety.

Reforming the shield Mortimer spread it out, blocking the small doors on either side of the counter top. Sticking his gun over the top of the counter he managed to squeeze off a few shots randomly at the mass of people. Hopefully if they knew that the two who entered were armed they would be less likely to charge over the desk and surround them.

"Okay Nhieling I have a plan" He hoped Nhieling could hear him over the clamor of tommy gun fire. "If I'm right then if we can get to the center of the building we can make it down to the first level. Check my logic on this will you. What we have here is a big giant expensive building with a half-baked information broker running the register. You were outside with me so you saw how tall this place was, but the people in here are all packed together as if they didn't have enough space. Now there weren't any signs out front indicating that this building had any other businesses run out of it-" Another barrel peaked over the top of the counter, this one Mortimer twisted away from its holder before using his original gun to send him back. Handing the tommy-gun over to Nhieling he continued.

"If this place is as really small time as you say it is, they wouldn't need a building NEARLY this big. If they weren't using it for something else then they wouldn't keep all the employs stuck down here all cramped together. I'm thinking that there's something more to this place if we can get to the elevator at the far side of the floor. Think it'll be worth it to charge through a pack of disgruntled-gun wielding office workers to get there?

Ah so what? For what I know they're maybe selling weapon of child in slavery... They're an average scale organization, meaning that for existing they have to be linked one way or another to the big one of this level, or to get a cover from the level 1 by selling a precious service to them. What lie behind? It can be everything, being illegal of not. Now that they've discover my identity I absolutely can't let any of them live.

Nhieling was thinking, he only have a few option left, it seem their target have already taken disposition for not being followed, meaning he had to see this person to get the information he need....

Hmmm actually it's not this bad of an idea, after all. If they have anything important down there, we'll be able to use it against them, or for our own benefit. They're probably hiding their server somewhere too. For a journal, and an information brooking organization, this is like the most important thing. They're probably keeping two century worth of information in it, and I might need it.
But there is probably an only person that have the access, and it's the director.

What we'll do : The entrance is probably sealed by now, we're isolated from the outside world, because they can't let us flee now. Meaning we'll have to cut a bloody path in their rank. Then we'll get to the lower basement, whatever they may hide there, we'll use it against them. Then we'll just trade this against the information I'm seeking for. They'll try to kill us after, but we'll just have to flee.
I'll take care of blowing up the building once we'll get out.

"That still means our only option is to neutralize all of them and I'm not comfortable showing my real powers to a pack of information brokers." Apparently it was at this point that Mortimers luck ran out. A tentative hand crept over the counter holding another hand gun. Thankfully its wielder wasn't actually looking at where it was pointing but the bullet did hit the glass on the far side and ricochet back missing the shadow-mages head by inches... but still hitting his ear. "GAH, MOTHER F***ER!" It wasn't lethal but now Mortimer had a hole through his ear and he was not about to let however shot him get away with it. Grasping the poorly muscled gun-wielding office man's arm, Mortimer snapped it taking the hand gun as it fell out.

Wielding his normal gun in one hand and the confiscated side arm in the other, Mortimer stood up from behind the protective counter, housing the man with the broken arm (who was now crying) up by his arm puts using his fore-arms and firing at the other employ's. "die die DIE!" Screaming as he fired out amidst the crowd until his confiscated weapon was empty. His normal gun used his own magic for projectiles so as long as he still had magic he could maintain fire.

When bullets started to go THROUGH the previous offenders body Mortimer knew it was time to drop back down. Breathing heavily as the adrenaline pumped through his veins, he had the unsuppressable urge to rip them all apart with his bare hands. Letting his anger take shape, he allowed long thick claws to form over his hands, black and armor plated, perfect for tearing through a host of enemies.

Tapping the tommy gun he had given to Nhieling Mortimer nodded and said "Shoot everywhere that I'm not and keep those mother f***ers off me." Right now he didn't care about tactical sensability. Right now he was angry and his blood was pumping with hormones and he needed to get those out.

First he shundo'd to the bullet proof doors, landing horizontally on them, both feet flat against the glass, before pushing off with another powerful movement of near instantaneous speed. Through the tellers frame and into the lions den of office-workers hell. He didn't think anything at this point. Not that it was fun or that he needed it or that he was depressed. He was angry and had allowed the bestial side of him take over. That angry part of him filled with anger that wanted to destroy those who made him feel pain. Even when he was shot or cut or bleeding or bruised, he only let out a bestial cry of adrenaline and range and continued slashing at the perpetrators of it.

Jumping to the left, he barreled into a group of cartoonists leaving lacerations and puncture wounds on the outermost ones, then ducking beneath a desk to avoid a hail of bullets... before pushing the desk into the offenders. From behind this time, a group of "office samurai" apparently. Letting loose with his elemental attack he roared the word fulgoris at them, he seemed to emit the lightning bolts from his open mouth in his bestial roar, shocking the metal clad sword wielders before turning to face his next opponent.

If Mortimer could think cognizantly at the time he might have wondered what Nheilng was doing while he was engaged in this particularly violent form of catharsis but as he was, he didn't. But if he had it would have raised some rather interesting questions.

Nhieling was astonished by Mortimer reaction. He already knew he had his fair share of darkness, but this time it was... Different. It's like he was drunken of rage and violence.
The shadow mage was going on a killing spree, but it didn't seem to calm him at all, instead, it was like... It started to pleased him. Nhieling shook his head. It wasn't good, he need to stop him. Seeing how he was pulverizing all of his enemy, Nhieling rethink his position : No finally, the most urgent thing was to at least secure an information broker alive to get something out of him.
Launching his puppet in a commando assault, he cover his advance with Mortimer gun, playing the special force, when he finally get to one that seem reliable, knocked out but not damaged, he draw him closer to him.

It was a fucking mess, Nhieling was still wondering who had the upper hand, the shadow mage or the guards... Mortimer was slaying them one after another, this part was something Nhieling wouldn't have to do later... But he have been hit quite a few time too. Bah ! Mortimer was able to carry his own without him. Moreover Nhieling was getting to the lower level, he wouldn't have to worry about the ground suddenly falling under his feet.
The ceiling would be another thing... But if the journalists were really hiding anything here, Nhieling was sure that the room would be armored.

Nhieling think he would just wait for Mortimer to calm down by itself, or in the case he wouldn't calm down, then at least he would wait for him to get a little tired. He wasn't too worried about fighting a rage drunken Mortimer in the fact he was fighting recklessly, but even in this state, he would have to go all out to stop him. Would be a shame to draw out some of the ace he was keeping up to his sleeve just for this.

Still, Nhieling was curious about Mortimer reaction, was it Nhieling presence that mad his emotion balance off? Probably not, even if it could help. He would have to be more prudent with his energy from now, healing the shadow mage with it may not have been a good idea in the end.
Nhieling look by a window. This city was driving everyone mad. The air itself was wearing the stink of violence and madness. Nhieling smiled : This place was missing me... It's so.... refreshing.

As he arrived in front of an armored door, he try waking up the journalist. Without any result : Dead. But Nhieling really had checked it before !
By looking at the body, he found his heart had stopped. His body was surcharged with Mortimer energy, his meridian were so messed up it wasn't a surprised after all.

Shhh...

Nhieling looked at the monitor screen : Iris control : Houra.... Nhieling forced his fresh corpse's eye open, and extract the eyes with a swift move. Then he placed it on the monitor to get the access he needed.

Lucky ! Nhieling had found exactly on what he needed, the central server. He just have to served himself.


After searching for something like 10minute, Nhieling finally found what he was searching under the name code of H IP/BFW
Nhieling though he could have guessed sooner... He but knew the real name, so he didn't search by the nickname at first.

An idea suddenly cross Nhieling spirit, directly going at H IP/BP, his own history.

This was mostly a bunch of random information about him, but still, it was really something. There was even thing here he didn't recalled at first...

Then, let get moving, have to see what Mortimer is doing.

It took Mortimer almost thirty minutes to "clean up" the offices first floor. He was covered in bruises, cuts and probably had a broken rib or two but it was nothing he hadn't faced before. He panted heavily, his breath hot enough to be visible in the air conditioned room. Strewn all around him were the bloodied bodies of the information brokers assistants.

Had this been any other situation in any other place Mortimer would not have resorted to these tactics but right now, HER life was at stake. And to Mortimer it didn't matter how many bodies he had to carve up, how many lives he had to end prematurely. If it was for her sake he would give into his anger as many times as he needed, even becoming a mindless beast for her sake or even... becoming immortal. So long as she remained alive safe and happy he would do anything.

Coming back to reality Mortimer slowed his breathing, becoming less labored but more painful as the endorphin-high wore off and he was allowed to feel the pain he had undergone. Releasing his concentration on the claws, Mortimer stumbled over towards the elevator in the back half pushing, half leaning onto the button. Stumbling into the elevator Mortimer quickly collapsed against the far side. He still wasn't used to going all out and taking on a group of armed gunmen in under thirty minutes.

His vision was blurry and he felt overheated in the already cool environment. Shaking his head slightly he continued in long slow breaths trying to ease the pain from his exertion.

It wasn't long before he had enough focus to look at the farside of the elevator and that's when he saw it. "NHIELING, I THINK YOU MIGHT WANT TO SEE THIS!" calling out in a raspy voice to the puppeteer. The elevator had buttons... LOTS of buttons. But the remarkable thing about them was not that the buttons extended upward, but that once they reached the ground floor they continued on, for just as long almost to the bottom of the elevator wall. It might have just been Mortimer being delirious or a joke played by the information officers, but it could be possible that this group was running an elevator which traversed the gambit of the deep!

Nhieling finally came back to the first. At first, he was very cautious, looking around : It was a slaughter, blood was spilled everywhere, between the mutilated corpse and, the entrails. Nhieling looked around to find where Mortimer was when he heard his call.
His voice seemed normal. A little tired maybe, but normal.

He follow it from where it came, and finally get to elevator.

Yes, what have you found? As Mortimer shew him the button, Nhieling started thinking and then answered :

Oh, nice finding Mortimer, I didn't know there was one here. I'll take note. I have already find what I was seeking here, the localization... Of someone I know. Concerning the elevator, without wanting to looked down on your job, what do you think could happen if we used a direct way, and one our enemy know, to get to the level 1, moreover with you injured?

I have some first aid material on me, just let me take care of you, and then we'll go out.
Nhieling draw, out some antiseptic, bandage, and medical needle, one you can wear under your clothes, and add : Moreover, we had a nice conversation before getting here, you said that if you was to become a god, you would make a world where everyone is "in his dream", I didn't get the time to answer back then, but you're really missing something : This world need balance, true balance. You can't have a world where everyone have what he have, because it's pain, sadness, and hardship that make the good point of our world what it is.
If you disrupt this balance, you loose both what's good and what's bad, even if I don't like the good/evil envision of the world, you can summarize it like this.

Mortimer struggled to his feet as he allowed Nhieling to apply the antiseptic to his side. When he was done, Mortimer finished it up applying a shadow patch to the wound. He could walk it off given enough time. Over his travels Mortimer had become unusually hearty. Honestly if you could survive after being crushed under two tons of rubble there wasn't much else that could kill you right away.

"...And why not? People will become apathetic in a land where they experience only pleasure, so they will seek to balance this pleasure with other feelings. Pain, fear, sadness, anger. These will exist but people will not be ruled by them and unless people wish it, they will not suffer in the end for these actions. They will unconsciously want to suffer or fight or oppress or be oppressed... if people wish to dream that they are suffering than they can. If people wish to dream of killing each other they may. If people want to dream of dying and embracing the eternal sleep of death then they can do that too. I seek to give people what they desire and if they desire these things they can experience them in their dreams... But no one will suffer if they do not wish it. No one will die forever. No one will have to be afraid or sick if they do not unconsciously want to be."

Moving out of the elevator he seemed to have gained a bit more confidence and steadiness in his steps as he spoke. "But if you are still worried about the "balance" which I will disrupt then you can put your mind at ease. I have no intention of becoming a God... But you know I am reminded or what you said earlier... You never actually said what you would do once you became a God. So what then? Make the world your own hedonistic playground? Eternal peace? Hell on earth? Or are you just going to leave it exactly as is and do whatever you please?"

Mortimer briefly wondered if Nhieling would fall into any of his goading.

Nhieling sighed. It's why I said you haven't understand a thing about existence... What's the point of pain if it's something you an inflict yourself? I wasn't speaking of some SM guys, no one want, but if you suppress pain, you suppress pleasure too, and it's not by "wanting" to suffer that you would make up for this.

Your little world could sure be funny.... a year? Two? What the fuck will you do once you'll have satisfied all of your wish? Find new one?...

Nhieling paused :

Bah ! There is no point into getting what your wishing for, do you know where come true happiness? Something that won't fade? It's from power, and I'm not speaking of the meaningless power that so much are wishing for, but REAL power. The power to see yourself in a mirror, and to be proud of what you've become, to be proud of what you've done to come here.
The power to judge yourself, and to decide if you're doing wrong or right. Good and evil are two concept, in the end there is yourself, and the one that are important for you, nothing less, nothing more.

Who do you think would be "happy" with your dream? The weak and the lazy, but it's a shortcoming happiness...
It's the guy like you that endangered the world, not me or my kind. It's because some of us have the will and the gut to deny being good that good people can be proud of their little good deed.
It's because of hardship that you're able to find pleasure in resting. It's because of pain that you're able to find pleasure in peace.

If people like you were to rule this world, it would bring him to an end.
DO you have the slightest idea of what is : The Lost Time?

Nhieling paused another few second, but it was nearly impossible for him to know this concept :

The Lost Time is ancient theory, that tend to confirm itself as time pass. It was once defined into the past like : The time is slowing down.
You know that time is a physical measure, defined by some complex law over energy transfer, meaning it wouldn't "slow down" in a physical way, but in a metaphysical one.

It's when the world loose his balance, and tend to stop itself. There is no such thing as eternity, I'm well placed to know it, but what do you think would happen of this world if you put it in such a way that nobody want to change it, or at least it become a lot more difficult to change it anymore?
It's the phenomenon called "Lost Time".

What would I do as a god? There is more than one thing, first if would finally reestablish this balance, how you would ask? You'll see, but you don't have to fear me, I'm neither a psychopath or a dreamer, I won't change this world, just help it to change. But I'm not going to change it myself, it will only be up to mortal to do it.
And it's for this that god need to be overthrow. The old god have lost themselves, and are one of the cause of this Lost time. It's not all of them though, but most of the one that were once human.
Ah.... I would also repair the "dead" balance, since someone found funny to kill a god without replacing him. The world need a god of death as a barrier between hell and the living realm.

Mortimer began chuckling when Nhieling was finished. Then laughing. Then crying out uprourious joy. Then all at once he stopped ubruptly.

"I'm sorry Nhieling but there are three major things you must understand now. Three things which you have seemingly overlooked or rather, which you don't fully comprhend.

The first is my ideal vision... But then again I don't think you or anyone aside from myself can fully understand it... So I won't press the issue of its fine-tune inner workings. Such a task would fall on deaf ears and would take too long. The one thing about it I do have to correct you on however, is that it is no hedonists paradise. It is merely a world removed from the need of survival. Think for a minute if people didn't need to fight over land or resources or money in order to live. What could such a people removed from biological needs accomplish? But I won't go into it.

The second is that for some inexplicable reason... you think that I am actually GOOD." Mortimer gestured out at the room full of dead bodies which he had just made. "Does this look like something a person who was GOOD would do? These people had lives, families, dreams and aspirations even if they were working under someone elses thumb or may have been despicable humans themselves. Still they were people and I ended them without a second thought and now I feel regret. Could I have accomplished the same task without killing them? I don't know. The only way I knew that we could make it through this office was for them to die. If I was good then I would have made sure these people had a chance. But I didn't and I can regret that I did this. I can kill people without seeking lengthy and possibly unssucessful alternatives.

But I am not evil in that I regret what I did afterwords... even if that is an overly simplistic view of this, I killed what? Fifty people here? You have to agree that such an act is to say the least frowned upon, even bad and if taken to an extreme evil. But the truth is that if you looked at my soul right now I would be crying like an infant over what I had done. I will feel this for an indeterminate amount of time and then I will move on and make amends. Trying to fix ones mistakes is generally looked upon with favor, if looked on a bit farther it is good and seen in the extreme is righteous. But both these things which exist on this overly simplified vision of morality... actually put me somewhere in the middle. So then if your perception is that I am good, one can only wonder how far you have fallen if you view someone willing to slice up a room of ambiguous bystanders as a good person... don't you?

Lastly, you are mistaken about my grandfather. I killed him yes... but consider someone capable of manipulating death... do you think he will STAY dead? I can tell you this much, you would have set up a way to come back if you did end up biting it. To put it simply, yes I killed him, but he didn't stay in the land of the dead like a good little soul. I killed him long enough so that I could escape. But I can tell you this much, he is now very much alive. And I am fairly certain that no matter how many times he is killed he can keep coming back! You will remember the cosplay party? When you were still an old man yes? Who do you think it was wearing my shinigami costume? And how long do you think that someone who has access to the power of death would stay down again? You must realize Nhieling that we have both killed him and yet neither of us is closer to being a death god because of it."

Interesting, I may have overlook the preparation he mad beforehand to come back... But I can ensure you that he can be killed, definitely, and without too much difficulties if you come with the right power, at the right moment, and with the right method...

Nhieling didn't want it to seem like a threat, but his mind was clear about what he had to do.

Now... Why I consider you as "good"?... Nhieling paused, thinking how he could explain it to him, and then answered :

There is no such thing as good or evil, no such thing as light and darkness in the hearth of men. Look at this, if you kill your enemy, to save the life of the one that are precious to you, they think it's a good deed, but someone else may not see it this way. "Good" and "Bad" are two concept, linked to the human opinion. So there is absolutely nothing like this.

In each of us there is a flame, one that burn with an unlimited power, it's a spiritual vision, mean to simplify the theory behind ki by example. But this flame is also what we can feel when scouting the heart of someone.
When you're making something that you see as bad, you're tainting your flame, because you're lowering the way you see yourself. At the same time, hen you're accepting this regret, and accepting your deed without letting them take control over you, you're purifying it.

It's just a mind vision, don't forget, but do you know where started evilness? It's when you're surrendering, when you chose to let your own flame become pitch dark, your become evil. When you let the thing your felt bad doing changing you, you become evil.

Nothing more, nothing less. It's just what experience taught me.

"By that logic an infant god who commits genocide is still innocent because they have no conception that what they do is wrong. How many people are out there who sell others for money, who kill because they are paid and if it wasn't them doing the killing it would be someone else? People who perform heinous acts of torture and mutilation and yet see what they do as "good" or aligned with some kind of ideological principal they have been lead to believe. Evil differs from person to person yes, but an evil act is one that an individual knows is wrong and will cause harm to others, and yet they do it anyway."

Placing his hands on the bullet proof glass Nothing applied pressure seeking out the microscopic cracks with his magic and desiring to send his shadows into them. It was tedious work which would take time and concentration but he believed that the doors could be shattered if he kept up at it.

"From your conception, you deny that good and evil exist save as theoretical constructs in the mind. Yet we must also consider the fact that these constructs were enough to fuel human beliefs, and to manifest themselves as the divine beings you wish to join. I havn't met them but my Grandfather often spoke of several such beings who drew on these perceptions of "good" and "evil" to fuel themselves. And what was more, the "good" ones drew it from events that made people happy, while the "evil" ones enforced a doctorine of suffering. What do you say to that?"