• name / alias : ㅤlong (龙) (né sirius zhi), medicus morax, the godfather, vile virtuoso.

• age :ㅤ 30 (physically).

• pronouns :ㅤ he/him.

• species :ㅤhuman, persona user.

• birthdate :ㅤ12/31.

• location :ㅤhadou city.

• divine weapon :ㅤargentum furcifer.

• lost instrument :ㅤhe who condemns the son of god; cultivating plague dogū.

• alignment :ㅤneutral evil.

• height :ㅤ191 cm.

• eyes :ㅤaqua blue.

• hair :ㅤsilver.

• affiliation :ㅤprima materia (former), sasakibe clan, houtu society (the preservers).

• likes :ㅤmedicine, experimentation, asuraology, walks through forests, helping the homeless.

"I have never seen a person take what they have gained for granted. All men, regardless of standing, strong or weak, poor or wealthy, abuse their circumstance the moment they are given it. You ask me why I despise humanity? It's because you monkeys are nothing but trouble.""My name is Long. A long time ago, I searched for the Immutable Truth of the World, and to make a long story short, ended up in a place that was beyond human sight. I have been betrayed by everyone who I met. My family despised me and killed themselves as payment for my failures. My partner, Atsuyoshi Fumetsugawa betrayed me despite welcoming me into his coven. If you ask what I've been charged with, it's simple: Revenge, against the world that wronged me."

Divine Weapon: Argentum Furcifer.
Rank: Undefinable.

Long’s Divine Weapon. A razor sharp sword designed to be used more for defense than offense, despite its appearance as a blade meant to kill. The weapon is also a controller over the Yaksha he creates. Argentum Furcifer can be used to store and conceal Yakshas within it, using them as captured monsters to throw at his enemies. He is also able to collect DNA samples of Kalis through his Divine Weapon, capable of reproducing their capabilities and powers through it.

The Doctor’s Tools

Weapons, items and devices made by Medicus Morax. Throughout his journeys in the Taikyoku Realm and the Mortal World, Long’s intelligence has allowed him to create scientific marvels that only he possesses the ability to navigate. As a result, these “tools” are the cruel result of experimenting on himself, others, and the Asuras that he possesses.

• Ouroboros’ Wheel: A wheel from the Yaksha Ouroboros. By attaching it to a severed limb or body part, Long can reattach or regrow any part of his existence that was lost, akin to regeneration.

• Coat of War: Made from the Horseman of War’s Horse, the Coat of War absorbs and drains the strength of an attack that is supernatural or phantasmal in nature. However, it can only be used once; Long has made sure to create numerous copies of this item, so for him, this is a non-issue.

• Halahala: A poison that can be secreted through a physical, mental, spiritual or informational manner. Trapping the opponent via the usage of fumes, their body, mind and then spirit begin to asphyxiate itself before completely breaking down.

• Yakshafication: Carrying a Magatama that changes a mortal’s aspect into a Yaksha, Long can implant it into his test subjects or unwilling victims to permanently turn them into Yaksha. These can then be controlled by Argentum Furcifer.

skills
The Scientific Method	Through his understanding of science and medicine, he has become capable of replicating any and all phenomena that come from scientific means. He can even combine scientific achievements to achieve impossible feats: This includes curing incurable diseases, creating new elements, understanding the hypothesis of incalculable concepts, and even discovering new hypotheses in the world. He’s had this ability since he was a child; Compounded with his natural intelligence, he became a master genius at a young age.
He Who Sows the Seeds of Man	A passive ability that makes Shennong’s healing ability affect both enemy and ally. In doing so, Long and his opponents are “linked” akin to an invisible bond, unable to break away from one or the other.
Don’t do unto others what you want unto you	The moment that Long heals his opponents, Shennong’s ability comes into effect. Any damage done to Long, regardless of its properties, is redirected back onto an opponent. For every piece of damage an enemy inflicts upon him, it is automatically rebounded without any way to circumvent it; In turn, healing him of any damage that was previously inflicted. “Don’t do unto others what you want unto you” cannot be pierced, cannot be nullified, cannot be avoided. Because his power of “grain” cannot be dodged, this too, is unavoidable. The key weakness of Shennong however, is that one has to deal the same damage to themselves that they deal to him. Unless they can do that, his powers are nigh-immutable.
Hippocratic Oath	The passive ability that binds both Long and Shennong into passive fighters when he uses his Noema. They cannot harm enemies around them unless their opponents strike them first. Then, both He Who Sows the Seeds of Man, and Don’t do unto others what you want unto you will trigger.
Noema: Shennong	A manifestation of one’s thoughts that are made physical. It is different from a Divine Weapon, as it separates itself from one’s Will, and rather, is an one manifesting an idea from their consciousness. A Noema that coats Long in a bright green hue, with various crops growing out of his back, like tendrils. These can be used to grab and throw things at his opponents, but other than that, there is no other change to Long besides that. Long has the power to heal and distribute health to his opponents. By using the power of “grain”, he enriches the soul and makes it stronger. One would think it is a poor combat ability, as it has the power to heal its opponents. However, Shennong has been experimented with by its host, and has continually been improved and worked on in order to continually reach an infinitely high zenith.

lost instrument

He Who Condemns the Son of God; Cultivating Plague Dogū: Mastery

He Who Stops the Son of God. Long’s Lost Instrument, born from the desire of “I want to crucify all who have walked in ignorance.” Summoning a large Dogū, Long turns himself into a walking plague, the crops on his back wither and die, and transmogrify into a wasteland, spreading around himself and the area around him. The sludge and poison that secrets from him is a plague containing all of the diseases in the world, breaking down and rotting all who get close. Those who are affected by his fumes only have ten minutes to live. Because his Lost Instrument contains every disease, there is no form of immortality that can last against it. Additionally, he can create tendrils that extend beyond his area of effect to infect his enemies. One who does not breathe in the poison, or is healed by Long himself, is able to avoid its effects.

"THE ALCHEMIST."

25XX .
He ran out of an alleyway. The man in question was ragged, his upper body torn by scars. He suffered from a type of dysphoria where he was clearly muscular and gained a warped form of muscular definition, but he was bare and skinny. He looked like he had survived with nothing but protein, and the skin on his back. For someone to stumble into a modern city like that, he looked deranged, displaced from the modern atmosphere of society.“Where am I? What day is it?!” He exclaimed to a passerby. The people who gathered around him looked at the man like a caged animal. Not like he was exactly able to dissuade the people from this. He was frantic, and he smelled rank. Horrid and with a rabid look in his eye. He wanted to ascertain the truth, and yet.“If you can’t help me, then get out of the way!” He shoved people out of his way and ran forward, into a city he knew not where he was. Although it was clear it was still Japan, things couldn’t have changed in a month, right? At least, that’s how he assumed that’s how time went in this period?Ten years. For ten years, he had been gone. The man lost ten years of his life, utterly wasted. While he still looked to be twenty, by all accounts, he had kept his youth unlike those in his generation. That shouldn’t have been right. The amount of time he calculated should’ve been correct.He studied this. He mastered this research. His research should be SOMEWHERE in order to see what had gone wrong. It was just ten years, right? What could go wrong in ten years?What could truly go wrong?“Gentleman of the Phantom Society. My name is Sirius Zhi. Zhi will work for now. What I aim to show you today is a work of marvel.” Professor Zhi motioned towards the large device, shaped like a gigantic mechanical magnifying glass, towering in a dome like space that held enough room for it to be converted into a soccer field. “For two years, I spent my time in the Society building a weapon that not only allows us to connect to the realm where Demons live, but also be able to traverse and explore alternative and multiple different possibilities.”The man known as Sirius Zhi would soon pace back and forth, one hand in his long scientist pocket. “Since the beginning of the modern age, we’ve always speculated or thought about the idea of parallel worlds. I’ve spent my time talking and conversing with Demons. Creatures although we take for granted, as processes manifested from our own Understanding. Phenomena made material. Information, data made physical. A supernatural feat that at this point in time, is still beyond my understanding. Where do they come from? Where do they go?”“I’ve theorized for the longest time about what sort of world we live in. A world in which everything is built on the concept of magnetite. A Demon’s composition is that of magnetite, similar to the DNA that makes us. The entire world that we exist within, including ourselves, is built on this idea of magnetite. Although materialized, it manifests itself in a physical form; Magatsuhi. Demons seek out and thirst for this substance, although we’ve yet to see a way for it to be naturally procured. If one were to lose Magnetite completely, they would perish. However, that is beyond the scope of today’s presentation.” Sirius Zhi pulled out a device within his concealed hand, pointing it at the large object. He smiled at the work of science, technology and years of consistent testing. He built something that would ultimately shatter the barrier between humans and Demons.“Ever since I was introduced into the Phantom Society by my family, I’ve always been fascinated by demons. I’ve been thoroughly curious about the nature of Demons. How we as Devil Summoners are so compatible with Demons, yet never seem to break the barrier. My hypothesis and study is this: Is it possible to close the gaps between humans and Demons? Is it possible to go beyond our natural relationships?” Many of the people in the crowd he had addressed were uneasy by his study, but at the same time, marveled at the level of charisma and intellect he held at such a young age.Twenty years old. A man gifted with incredible intelligence and smarts. Before this presentation, he published various theories about the world: “The Multiverse at Hand: Are We Alone?”, “A Study of Demons, What We Should Know”, “Cognitive Psience, and its effects on our reality” and “The Understanding of the Akasha; Real or Myth”, to name a few.He was someone without comparison.The Zhi family had been wealthy for generations, and Sirius was their newest heir. Should he succeed in this project, the Zhi family would be catapulted into one of the Great Societal Families; Standing alongside the Sasakibe as part of the Society’s upper echelon of members.It was rumored that Sirius would be the godfather of the newest heir of the Sasakibe as well. Although he hadn’t met the current leader personally, those in the crowd knew that just by himself, Sirius Zhi was someone of extreme pull and power. Despite this, he remained relatively humble about it. He cared very little about political power, and sought to be left alone in his science and experiments. The type of individual who was quiet and didn’t speak much unless spoken to.Still, he was a kind, generous person. Rewarding, even! He aimed to be a doctor as well, focusing on helping others with medicine. It was during his research on how to access the Demon World, he began to go to a university to pursue a degree in medicine.“With that said, I won’t bore you with the specifics. Nor will I go too deep into the process until we’ve properly tested this weapon. Do not worry, we’ve experimented with this on a smaller and lesser scale. For the past two years, I’ve built my way up to ensure that this project doesn’t fail. What you see is a culmination of successes built on top of one another.Without further adieu.” Sirius Zhi would turn to his marvelled creation. It was, at this point in his life, a work of art. A magnum opus. His life’s work at the age of twenty. Nothing could ever compare to this.Sirius Zhi never got to press the button on his glorious device. For whatever reason he could truly never comprehend, whether it be through coincidence, an oversight or by fate itself, the device activated by itself.As machines tend to do when there’s oversight, they malfunction. It went from a standard portal to a malignant black hole, devouring all that was in its sight. While many were able to escape, there were at least a hundred in the front row who were devoured by the machine; Sirius himself.When he came to, he found himself in a world that was beyond his comprehension. In fact, it was one that he had hypothesized about. A world where Demons roamed, a place that held their pure informational forms. It was a place completely inhospitable to humans. At the sight of it, he couldn’t help but laugh. He laughed at the marvel that he witnessed. If he had a pen and paper, he would’ve documented it all.But instead, his eyes would do. Not even his phone would work, as it would be corrupted in the Demon World.At first, Sirius thought that he would find his way. His studying was one that led him to this very moment. But as time passed, it became more apparent that he was wandering in circles. Lost in a space that not only connected to his universe, but various other parallel universes. An infinite amount, possibly higher dimensions beyond his comprehension. How could even possibly fathom and document it all?There was also the fact he had to fight to survive. Sirius Zhi was not a fighter. In fact, he was the opposite of a fighter. He was someone who stood on the sidelines, always. Observing and documenting. He could not follow that procedure here. He fought tooth and nail against Demons, with his bare hands.He even ripped and gnashed away at many, in an attempt to eat those that had fought him. The meat of demons, especially when uncooked and raw, was not appetizing. But it would satisfy his thirst and his hunger for the time being.But not knowing the passage of time eroded him. He did not keep track of the minutes that passed, nor the days that occurred. There was no such thing as “time” in this space, and when he walked, he could not tell whether he was going forwards, backwards, left or right. An endless space that led to numerous other worlds. The fact he was the only human in this space drove him to near insanity. His mind was assaulted all the time by the powers of Demons, and it forced him to become stronger.Transform his smaller body into one that was adept at fighting the unknown. He realized that humanity adapted whenever they fought against Demons. They gained power, and increasingly became stronger with each battle. He documented this in the back of his mind, in an increasing attempt to prevent his addled mind from completely losing it.In his time in the Demon World, he wandered without limit. In what he documented to be a month, he still searched for an exit. Sirius Zhi was desperate to find a way out. To tell the people of his findings. To let his entire family know that he was alive-!But in the depths of his isolation, he saw a further abyss. Something that he could not comprehend. Were it not for his strong willpower and an awakened soul (one that he was not aware of at this moment), he would’ve been torn to pieces in an instant.It was a being of pure malice. A being of pure evil. Its body was the void itself, blacker than the color. It had devoured stars, galaxies, entire universes, as those were the only specks of light that existed within its body. And even then, the body was a mass that could not be shaped into euclidean means.Sirius Zhi felt true fear for the first time in his life. One that was not one of mortal body, but instinctual fear. Conceptual fear, built into the collective of all beings. There was no telling what sort of monster this thing was. “What are you?” His voice shook, and quaked with both curiosity and desperation to stay far away as possible. But the creature did not respond. It was impossible to tell if it was a Demon or not. Sirius was not aware of a creature that was simply made of pure, incomprehensible evil.But the being understood his words. It reached out, aiming to touch him. The instant that its incomprehensible body, which contained ten thousand arms, reached to touch him, he fled in the opposite direction. Where would he go? He did not know.He only ran towards the light, to escape the inescapable dark.Such is the present day. Sirius Zhi escaped, with barely an ounce of his sanity, into the world he thought of as “home.” He ran into the present, and hoped that something would benefit from his return.But no. His sanity further cracked, and despair piled on from his disappearance.When the incident occurred, and Sirius Zhi was nowhere to be found, the Phantom Society destroyed all of his work. From his reactor that connected the mortal world to the Demon World, to all of his other projects. This included his other pieces of scholastic research, his university study, and even his applications into university. They also expunged his records of his entire existence; they completely made him a man who simply never existed.Anyone who was tied to the direct Zhi family was put to death. This included his main family, his uncles, aunts, and first and second cousins. They did not put them to death out of cruelty, but the shame they had felt for such a failure weighed greatly upon the family name.In the records Sirius Zhi found, he was scorned by his father, mother, and younger brothers. They hated him for disappearing, for ruining their chances in obtaining higher power. Their greed was unsatiated by his failure. In their complicit suicide, they blamed him for ruining their legacy.He was the last remaining member of the Zhi family, and he couldn’t even prove his existence. Nothing remained of his birth, lineage or heritage. To all people, he was a ghost.A mere revenant of the past. From this revelation, he wept, and tore his clothes. He found himself on the highest hill in the country, away from humans. In the cold air, he wept without dignity. His faith in humanity grew low, and bitter. All for their own reputation, his own family, colleagues, friends and associates all forgot about him. They did not know who he was, or ignored his pleas in front of the gates of their secret society.His bitterness turned into despair, and that despair into hatred. That hatred into a mere disregard of human life. Humans... were inconsequential. Humans were filth. Ugly, disappointing. They took everything for granted.Filthy monkeys who could not even grasp the true meaning of his intellect.He learned everything he needed to know from Demons! Even in the mortal world, he spoke and talked to Demons in his isolation, and they understood his struggles. A broken man he was, even they took pity on his disfigured self.For the first time in years, he looked himself in a mirror; a pool of water. He kneeled down and looked at his disheveled self. He didn’t appear to have aged, but his body suffered greatly from his isolation. What’s more, there was a permanent scar on his face. Torn not just across his face, but scars across his entire body. It disgusted him. It abhorred him. It...“Sirius Zhi.” His thoughts were interrupted by a man who stood with both hands behind his back. By this point, Sirius had abandoned all ideas of time, but it was night. The full moon shone behind a priestly man with a golden demon standing at his side.“Have you come to laugh and mock me? I didn’t know there were those left who knew my name.”“No. In fact, I am the only person remaining who is aware of your work. Perhaps, the sole individual who holds the remaining copies of your work. I’m a fan of your study and research. Your look into the Demon World. Rumors have spread about an insane man who claimed he was a Phantom Society agent running into the backwoods of Japan about a month ago. It's been a long time, but I finally tracked you down.”“What do you want?”The priest adjusted his glasses, and threw down a tablet, as it fell on the grass near Sirius’ knees. “I want you to join me. I obtained this tablet awhile ago from a man who ran away with your life’s work. It was about the multiverse theory, in addition, your study on the Demon World. You studied the idea of the Akasha, correct? I’ve also documented the bits and pieces I could recall from that. I want your help in studying the Akashics that exist in our world.”“The Akashics are a myth. I even concluded that in my research-.”“Are you so sure, Doctor?” The man had closed the distance between them with such a speed that Sirius Zhi could not comprehend it; In doing so, the man had cut him across the arm with his COMP. Sirius screamed in pain for a moment, but the wound slowly healed, beginning to reattach itself. The spirit, his guardian entity, provoked out of its roused slumber, arose from behind him.Sirius was shocked. He jumped back on his feet, as the entity in front of him said nothing. It was tall, large and green, almost translucent. Its eyes closed, its hands crossed, its bell shaped dress exposing its glowing body underneath. Sirius Zhi laughed. He could only laugh at the marvel as a reactionary point. “People notice things that they’re not supposed to see. This thing has been tailing you any time you’ve gotten an injury. The first time people noticed it was when you reentered our world in Shibuya. It was naturally heard about by the Phantom Society and Yatagarasu.That is why they did not accept you back into their fold. The Society fears your powers. But I don’t, Sirius Zhi. They fear your intellect. Your strength, your power.” The Priest extended a hand towards the man, whose back was still turned. “Allow me to grant you purpose. I will reforge, and build you anew. Like you did, I seek to close the gap between Demons and Humans, and so much more. The Akasha is only the tip of the iceberg.”

Sirius Zhi did not trust humans. But this man spoke like an intellectual. He did not scorn or find any sort of flaw within the fallen human. He in fact, spoke to him like an equal. It moved his soul, and put a beat in his already emotionally decayed heart. For the first time since his presentation all those years ago,He felt peace. The scientist extended his hand to shake. “What is your name?” Sirius asked quietly. His hand shook in the presence of the other, but the priestly man only grasped it gently and kindly. It was warm... divine. This man was special. He was not a God, nor was he an abomination, but he was different from the rest of mankind. He would lead the bastard sheep as their shepherd.He was.. A Messiah.“Atsuyoshi Fumetsugawa. Current head of the Fumetsugawa clan, and keeper of the Hadou Church.”In one of his offices scattered across, a certain man lamented. He was far too late to save a man who would’ve been an asset in the early points of his plan. Masahiko Ametsuchi looked at the files that landed across his desk, seeing as the man known as Sirius Zhi was taken away from him by a rising figure in Yatagarasu. “If I had been faster, I could’ve saved that man! The rumors were faster than I expected.” The to-be Prime Minister only sighed. It was a damn shame. It was unfortunate. By this point, he was catching up on the actions of Atsuyoshi Fumetsugawa. However, he could not prove that these actions were not malignant, nor could he truly bring them to light.All he knew was that the man had ensnared another into his trap. Whatever that trap was for, and how it would affect Sirius Zhi, was beyond him.But Sirius Zhi and Atsuyoshi Fumetsugawa’s relationship only proved to be a negative force on the world.Three years from his return, the Phantom Society was met face to face with a man who is completely unrecognizable. A man whose face is devoid of any good will or charity, or any sort of semblance of kindness towards humanity. No, instead of nurturing forgiveness, he harnessed the hatred and evil around him to become greater than his enemies.Cold were his eyes, looking down upon his peers. Arrogant was his walk that scorned his associates. Desolate was his voice, barren of any warmth. They scarred, gored and maimed all who came into contact with him. A man who believed that his justice and power outweighed all the others.His name was Long. A man who had earned favor from the Sasakibe clan only a few months after his appearance, by presenting one of the few material things he held in his possession: A Dragon Scale. With that in his hand, he was recognized as both family and a high ranking member within the yakuza, and soon controlled major power within the yakuza. He took it from the elites who did not deserve such power, and with the blessing of the original matriarch, became the sole leader of the Sasakibe clan, waiting for their heir to become old enough to rule.He was an accomplished scientist, doctor, philosopher and researcher. He was able to bring back studies from the 21st century that were said to have been lost. In fact, he was so skilled, many marveled at the fact that he could’ve been part of the Kirijo Group of old with such great intellect. He did not take any questions, nor did he take any comments about him. Even as a man who worked as a doctor, there were always rumors that floated around about him.It was said that those who came across him were never to be seen alive, and those who got on his bad side were never seen period. He was open about murdering people, torturing them, and using them for live experiments. There were many people in the Society, high and cold blooded criminals, torturers and people who have done abhorrent things to women and children, who flinched at the fact that he seemed to target people like them. Although, there were dogs in Yatagarasu, and foolish Summoners who crossed his lines, who were always in his crosshairs too.He mixed people with Demon blood, and forced them to be part of his experiments. He sought to cross the gap between humans and Demons, and people abhorred the idea of seeing his ideas coming to life. Even further than that, there were rumors that he aimed to experiment upon the darkness of the Devil Summoner society; artificial demons that were obedient to their summoner and creator’s control. He played God with artifacts that were beyond the average man’s grasp.But with his intellect and power, he garnered enough influence in order to create items and objects that would render the average Devil Summoner powerless. Eventually, his name became sacred to speak, and they called him by a more clandestine title: Medicus Morax.He liked the sound of it, although he never truly expressed fondness towards it outwardly. But Long’s reputation, which was built upon and forged upon fear and his own personal vengeance, had been quickly established within the community. Now, it was time to act upon it.Three years before the events of the story began, Medicus Morax found himself in the same place as he did seven years prior. It was almost nostalgic seeing that they rebuilt and reused the place he held fundamental hatred for. But that kindled wrath was second nature; after all, he hated everything that this world had to offer.Him and the Priest stood side by side, as they walked together in silence towards their destination. Long broke the silence by quipping about the scenery.“I would’ve thought they tore down this rickety old building. It seems they did a good job in repairing it, but it would show that they find it more useful rotting than actually putting it to good use.”“Are you saying you don’t like coming back here? It’s a very full circle moment for you.”“I have no opinion on the matter. So long as I’m able to get my point across.” Him and the Priest were met with their entourage from the Sasakibe clan; both Hikawa and Nanami were there as well. Although both bowed to meet him, Long only glanced at them with a passing look.With a simple hand upon Hikawa’s head, he would disappear into the building itself to make a grand speech. “Watch, Hikawa. In order to become a God over men, one must instill awe and fear into the hearts of men.”Atsuyoshi Fumetsugawa stood in the shadows, as many in the Phantom Society would not approve of his appearance, and it would compromise his entire plot should he reveal himself to those who were not in his fold. There were aristocrats, elite members, leaders from entire different nations that gathered in this building. But like all people in power, they were expendable. Leeches were indistinguishable from one another, and people were the same. Replace one, and another will come and continue to suckle from man’s bleeding heart.Long hated it all the same.“Everyone! Good evening. Ladies and gentlemen in the Phantom Society. My name is Long, although you may call me Medicus Morax for now. What I aim to show you today is a work of marvel. Although, I believe I should be a bit more direct than this.” He walked upon a grand stage, where he soon began to pace back and forth on the stage, before making himself the center point of it. “As of this moment, you will forfeit all of your assets, monetary wealth and status to me. Everyone attending here today remembers the incident from seven years ago, yes? I believe that it will benefit everyone if they invest their profits into my project. After all, my goal is to close the boundary between Demons and Humans, and it would benefit the Society-.”The looks on people’s faces and the silence that proceeded brought discomfort. The smile that Long held was a genuine one, but in that moment, it dropped immediately.He forgot.People who were exposed to adversity and trials who never overcame those trials, feared the unknown that lay in front of them. He was one such folk, at one point. But as a shepherd who herded such corrupt sheep, it was his task to ultimately save the humans who so violently violated him, hm?“Is that a no? Everyone seems uncomfortable working towards progress. That’s unfortunate. Let’s be a bit more persuasive, shall we?” He snapped his fingers.Lightning struck three hundred members of the front row, vaporizing them from the face of the earth. There was only the smell of burnt flesh remaining where they had stood. A Cherub stood next to Long, as its power over divine lightning and light was wielded like a judge’s hammer. Those people were used as an example. After all, they were entirely replaceable.He didn’t feel any sort of satisfaction killing them, but he did feel nostalgia. But this time, he was entirely in control of the situation. “Let’s cut the pleasantries. I’ll ask again, this time with more force. As of now, this portion of the Phantom Society belongs to me.” He hated the look of them. The fear, the anguish. He hated the personalities of them, the ugly, the hated. Humans were selfish and looked out for themselves. It’s a grand reason why they don’t deserve his method of evolution. In order to study them however, he needed their support.“You will obey me. All of you now work for me, and my benefactor. Remember this day. As it will bring you closer to his salvation.”Medicus Morax looked down upon the people. As the angel above him casted a shadow upon his being, his glowing eyes radiated power and strength. He was far beyond, yet so much below all the others around him.He had finally found his life’s calling. His magnum opus had yet to be discovered. Kindness, love and positivity wouldn’t mean anything if the world around it was filled with narcissistic, nihilistic, self centered individuals.He embraced the “him” that was indeed his true self; a man who sought to find the pinnacle of his research.“Kneel before me, lowly humans unworthy of the Adjudicator’s salvation.”