"Alright to 60 Pure Street we go." 

Jonas said driving through the streets of morality, a Victorian like city riddle with all kinds of individuals, from poverty, to middle class and eventually the high rich class, This city had everything, but it's main mystery was there was this large secured gate that led into the city, hardly anyone knows about it or what lies beyond it, only us agents of the government do of course. But aside from that in the end the main thing was this, no one could escape from what was the unforgivable grueling rule of this world which was that it revolved around senseless murder.

Well it looks like it's time I gave my two cents {Norveil's Pov} on the situation, since I along with Jonas, was heading towards the Orphanage Fond came from, we couldn't help but wonder what was the whole story with her and that place. 

"So what do you think Jonas? About this whole ordeal?" 

"I feel that girl might be hiding something, I don't really know." 

"Is she? You and I both know that might not be the case."

"You don't mean?" Jonas tilted his sunglasses slightly.

"It's clear he might have a hand in this."

"It might be too early to speculate that, Come on let's get to that orphanage first."

"Ok." As the conversation between us ended, I calmly enjoyed the car ride over but not without thinking what all this was leading to. Later we arrived at our destination, ready to see this through. 

"60 Pure Street here we are."

Jonas and I looked to see that this perjury orphanage was nothing to sleep on. 

"Check this place out." It had a look sort of similar to a cemetery without any of the graves, it was also small and somewhat isolating with a large sharp gate.

"Spooky." Jonas said with a look that was unfazed, it was actually pretty charming of him.

"Let's head inside." As I declared that, we made it towards the entrance where Jonas began knocking. "Hello? Is anyone there?" Jonas knocked twice at the door but heard no response.

"This is Jonas Hawkins and Norveil Costello of the organization of Salvation Knocking, please someone answer!" I yelled trying to get someone's attention inside but still no response.

"What the hell is going on in there?" I was just as confused as Jonas but that doesn't mean I was ready to turn back and forget about this. 

"Jonas we're going inside." 

"What on private property?" "That's right move over I'm about to--!"

Before I could finish my sentence Jonas went and kick the door open himself. 

"..." I had usher no words due to how surprised I was. 

"Should have said so sooner. Jonas said, signaling us to go inside. 

"Right." I smiled to him hearing that. 

As we headed inside, I couldn't help the feeling that it was nearly pitch black inside, hardly any light to be seen whatsoever. 

"Is it usually this dark?" I ask. 

"Maybe, but it doesn't explain the fact why no one answered us at the door." 

"Maybe everyone's asleep?" 

"The kids maybe but the owner? Heck no." 

Jonas took out his lighter which helped aid our vision to see in the dark, we shortly after continued storming the premises and came across a loud creaking sound coming from one of the 8 doors in our front view that was slightly open.

"Jonas."

"Yeah I hear it." He said aiming the lighter in the direction of the sound. What we saw soon after was utterly unfathomable.

"There's blood spilling from behind that door." Jonas took a slow step and opened the door further revealing a room full of dead children, all who were covered in blood. 

"My god…" As I said that I took a step back in total disbelief but then something hit me. 

"What about the other rooms?!" I rush to the other doors to get the same glimpse as before, more dead children.

"What the hell is going on?" A sweat poured down my cheek as I collapsed down on my knees. The weight of what I witness bearing too much for even a thought. 

"Norveil! Come on get yourself together!" Jonas grabbing my jacket and shaking me back and forward yells, but the feeling of immense regret was something I couldn't shake off. "We're too late…"

"I know but this isn't the time to feel hopeless, the one who did this could still be--!" 

"Hehehe." Jonas and I paused as soon as we heard that, the sound of ominous laughter.

"Laughter?" Jonas then unholster his weapon being that of a dense hammer you would see at a workshop. 

"Who's there?!" He shouted but while he did I got up and rushed for the door of where the laughter was coming from.

"Norveil!" I didn't want to upset Jonas by getting all gung-ho but at that moment I was too blind by rage and adrenaline to listen to reason.

"Dammit." Jonas utters to himself.

I in full instance kick open the door that was concealing the laughter.

"Oh my." Spoken by the voice of a middle aged woman standing in what appears to be the living room covered in blood.

"You! What the hell happened here?!" I had a rageful tone, ready to get to the bottom of things.

"It seems we have a guest that arrived late to the spectacle!" A large demonic grin accompanied the damp woman.

"You despicable heinous piece of shit!" As I yelled those words I revealed my H&R magnum aiming it right at the woman's face.

"Costello!"

"Jonesy, We were right, he did have a hand in this!" I was seconds from pulling the trigger.

"That much is already clear, If only this day couldn't get any worse."

"Worse you say? What's worse about what's transpired here? Can't you see that this is a moment worth celebrating?" The woman placed her arms out while saying.

"Celebrating? You murder all these children you damn monster!" Jonas was feeling rage as well.

"It was him, he told me I would free myself if I did so! That he would protect me if I accepted his gift! The gift of the reborn!"

{Gunshot}

I shot the woman 4 times upon hearing that, it was clear that there was no more reason to keep her alive after what she had said and done, she had become an Anarch, an enemy of humanity.

"You shot me? Hehehe! He was right, his gift really does--!"

Before the bloody woman finished her sentence I detonate one of the bombs I had places inside of her. Bursting the one that was in her chest.

"Aaaaagghhhh…" The bloody woman kneeled to the ground.

"You were going to say protect you weren't you? Well guess what, that's far from the case here." I stated that quickly made the woman realize her predicament.

"So agents have come to discover what I've done here at my little orphanage." The woman Intergre was staring at the blood that was on her hand.

"Intergre, Where is he? Where is the messenger?!" Jonas demanded.

"Who can say? The messengers is everywhere at once without really being there at all." Intergre's comment wasn't far off but we weren't just going to take off with that.

"We want more than that! Tell us how long ago did you get in contact with him?! And what did he tell you?" Jonas took a closer step towards Intergre.

"Yes darling come closer! It's been a while since I have seen such a handsome man up close! Hahahaha!" Intergre jokingly was taking the situation lightly.

"Bitch!" I said while detonating the next bomb in her arm.

"Gaaaaahhh!!" Intergre screech in pain similar to that of Alven who I dealt with not too long ago, The sight being very nostalgic.

"Do you think this is some sort of game?!" I questioned as I yell out.

"We don't have time for any of your games, tell us what you know!" Jonas added as he prepared to activate his ability, and looking at it, Jones was in less of a mood than I was.

"I refuse! The messenger's gift will protect me!!" Intergre was stubborn as she shouted, So I activate the third explosion which was present at her upper right shoulder, It's seem to me that she was ready to die for the cause of the messenger of evil. At the rate we were going it was only a matter of time before I finished the job on her with no answers.

"Aaaaarrrrrghhh!" Intergre had her head tilted back almost as if she looked like she was ready to pass out and unable to pose anymore of a threat.

"Intergre, I'm running out of patience. Where was the last time you heard from the Messenger of Evil?!"   Uttered by me.

"It was yesterday in the evening." Intergre was breathing heavily.

"Yesterday?" Jonas and I realized as he asked that Fond had nothing to do with this whatsoever. That if anything she was completely fortunate.

"So then Fond?" 

"She got real lucky." Jonas said to me to help me find some sort of relief. But even with that there was still this matter that had to be addressed.

"What else did the Messenger say?! What did he even look like exactly?!" I interrogated.

"Tell us Intergre." Jonas as well.

"You may have me pressed against a corner, all battered and beaten, But even I wouldn't dare reveal anything else relating to the messenger when it comes to his objective and who he is!" As Intergre was saying such she soon aimed her finger towards me.

"I will say though in his words that morality is a choice given to all, we shouldn't be afraid any longer to accept our true nature if we possess it!" At that moment there was nothing else that could be done with this Intergre, her fate was sealed the moment we entered the orphanage.

"Not gonna talk huh? Fine then in the name of salvation you will be put down." Said by Jonas.

"Costello?"

"Right." As I was about to flash the color of my left eye, Intergre suddenly said something that completely caught us off guard.

"How's little Careydell? Is she safe?" Intergre smile.

"What? What did you just say?" Once I asked her that, rage was beginning to quell back up.

"Such a shame she wasn't here, I had so much planned for that sweet girl, hahaha!"

Within seconds I activated my ability and blew the remains of Intergre to smithereens. Pouring all the energy I had into that attack.

"Aaaaaaggghhhh!!!!" Intergre yells as she was blown apart.