"Hell is empty and all the devils are here.- William Shakespeare"
6.0833° N, 118.3000° E
Taganak, Turtle Islands, Southern Philippines
The sound of industry echoed across the small island, the rusted cogs of machines grind and the white hot flares of cutting torches flicker in the low light of the harbor. Several large hoists lift steel crates up and onto a cargo ship. Its hull slowly erodes from the sea winds and salts. Ropes and chains coil on the concrete ground like a parade of anxious starving serpents. The steel crates are stamped with neon orange bio-hazard signs. Men in white containment suits operate the wenches and the various machines knowingly aware of the purpose of this shipment. Though money is the god of the stricken and poor. An earshot from the bay, a warehouse jigsawed with tin and scrap aluminum panels was riveted together and served as the processing plant. Scientists from every corner of the globe gathered in a small makeshift lab in the eastern wing of the building. Respirators cover their faces, as did shame while they developed and produced a chimera virus. Several of these men stood in front of a thick window, glaring into the room beyond it. It was dark and appeared to be void but if one looked hard enough into the dismal room, the smear of hand prints and tears clouded the once clear glass. If one would be so daring to listen, you could hear the heartbeats and whimpers of the imprisoned and the torturous sound of a constant drop of stagnant water on the soiled floor. And if one would be so bold to venture inside, in the dark, you would be bombarded by the foul stench of decay, ammonia and despair. Though, they would not because beyond that window was test subjects, those unlucky enough to have lived on this island before it was ransacked and burnt to the ground. An ultimatum came forth soon after; work or die. Most chose life and servitude while these souls where the last of the resistance, if there was ever one truly. "The virus has taken full effect. Commence solar replication." Said one of the scientists in a cold harsh voice. He motioned to the man at the edge of the room, his hand squeezing a drop lever and like an executioner swinging down his ax with a smile, the lever was pulled down and the dark room exploded in a bright light. Screams bellowed and in the window a man slams his blistering body into the window, the force throws him back but leaving blood splattered on the glass and he collapses in agony on the floor with the six other subjects. "The virus is successfully weaponized. I shall report the news to our Lord and his guests." The scientist swung his head to the side before he started to walk, revealing a dark red spider tattoo on his neck. His long skeletal like arm swiped an access card across a sensor on the exit door. Before leaving, he punched a code on a security device and shut the door behind him with the sound of several bars locking into place.
He walked up a set of black iron stairs, twisting in a spiral to a second story office converted into a conference room. Its walls where bright white and unlike the scenery around the room, it was well kept. Men in suits sat at a narrow table in tall backed executive chairs, gluttonously shoveling food down their faces. The scientist spoke out, alarming some of the guests "Project Nosferatu is green lighted. Thirty tons will be shipped out tonight as scheduled while we finalize production of the next shipment within a week." The men shook their heads with a smile as they begin to converse. One man did not however, elderly and nearly blind. "I invested in this so called revolution because I was promised triple the amount forwarded within a six month span. Its been two years and I am nearly bankrupt. Your, Lord hasn't even shown his gratitude nor his fa...." A dead silence came to be just as the sound of heavy boots thundered slowly across the laminate floor. A chill took the men as they stared down at the table save the poor sighted elder who was looking in the opposite direction. He felt the cold surely, however fear gripped his heart more so than the eerie chill of the presence whose crimson gauntlet dug his clawed sheathed fingers deep into the fine leather of the chair behind him. Like the deepest tone of an organ the presence spoke "Your investments are much obliged comrades. However, though my promises may have seen themselves elsewhere presently, I can assure you my gratitude as well as my..." The clawed hand spun the chair slowly clockwise. The old man gasped and for those few seconds, his entire lifespan was a blink of an eye. His weary head raised up to see a barrel like chest covered in a pitch black body suit. Straining his neck the man saw the chiseled grey toned profile of the Prince of Spiders. His hair was like a black curtain and his eyes glowed like rubies held up to the sun. With his other hand the assassin wrapped his fingers around the back of the man's head and finished his sentence. "...Face." Only to swing his head back and drive his forehead like a ram into the nose of the elderly man. The chair swiveled swiftly from the force and spun just to toss the limp carcass off and onto the floor. Tenjin caught the chair with his mighty palm and took a seat at the head of the table. "In my absence I have allowed many things to happen which could have been dealt with just the same way as I dealt with this nonbeliever. Violence and fear. Salah." The present low light of the room began to lessen in luminescence and a multitude of black cloaked figures swarmed around the table. One dropped to his knee next to Tenjin and spoke in a ghostly tone " Several mercenaries had not reported in, upon inspection we found them incapacitated. Currently we are seeking out the infiltrator and will bring you his head, my Lord." Katsuro leaned back slightly in his chair, a grim smile broke his once statuesque persona and his dark mind developed quite the idea. 'Perhaps, rather than sending a death squad to do my bidding, I should greet our uninvited guest personally. While, my comrades here can enjoy their feast and be rest easy knowing they can trust Katsuro Yamamoto with their lives." His face drew a smirk as he placed his boot the the dead man's head just as he rose to his feet.
Tenjin made his way slowly down the staircase, he wore a black trenchcoat which dragged on the step behind him as his hand slide down the rail, a clawed finger dragged on the metal releasing a slight screech. His red hanya mask was fitted over his pale face held in place by a red sash which also muffled and deepened his already low voice. He could sense a presence, a life energy pulsating around him. He would not need to travel far for his conflict. Katsuro's fists clenched tightly, knuckles turning white as his hands trembled. It was not fear, but the thrill of combat that made him shake. A sick addiction as strong, if not stronger than to that of the Black Lotus. He lifted his left hand up to the side of his mask and pressed a small button releasing a surge of Black Lotus smoke into his powerful lungs through his demonic facade. Instantly, as he blew the smoke out through the mask, the smoke contorted into a skull like image only to be whisked away by a draft somewhere in the warehouse. His eyes scan the darkness around him, his breath controlled and his mind focused. He takes a few steps and looks upwards at a hole in the roof revealing a bone colored moon in a starless sky. Bathing in the lunar light, his kevlar plated armor shown, heavy, weighing him down slightly. The lotus smoke had began to take effect, calming him and holding his rage at bay, for now. Tenjin began to expel his negative chi outwards as he felt the power of night course in his veins, sinews and muscles. "Come forth warrior...reveal yourself." The Human Hayabusa had made himself known if he had not done so already. "If you are an assassin, you are an unconventional one indeed..leaving the mercenaries alive. You did not come here accidently either, you have a purpose." Tenjin walked in a circle, scanning every shadow, nook and possible cover, those blood red eyes hungry for signs of life or movement. "These islands are difficult to travel and have no regular means of transportation to and from save private boat or aircraft. Hence you came for a reason. Though, whatever reason you came you've jeopardized my operations and therefore you must die." Katsuro stopped to stand in the very middle of the circle of light and welcomed his guest to attack.