Ian awakens in a dank, cold stone room. He tries to rub his head, but finds his wrists are chained to the floor. Looking around, he sees he is in some sort of prison cell, and his eye catches another chained person sitting across from him.

"Hey!" He shouts. "You! Where are we?" The man does nothing but chuckle slowly. I know that laugh...

"Horus!" Ian pulls at his chains as hard as he can, but to no avail.

"Stop struggling," says Horus. He lifts his head up, and for the first time, Ian sees Horus's face. It looks completely normal, only lacking one key feature; a nose. Ian gasps. "What's wrong? Am I ugly?"

"I'm going to fucking kill you!" Ian screams through anger.

"Relax, Ian. If I could have escaped, I would have by now. Wherever they took us, I can't shapeshift or regenerate in here. I'm just as stuck as you are."

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"...They?" Asks Ian.

Suddenly, the cell door opens. Inside steps a man clad in steel crusader armor, donning a red cape.

"Hello, gentlemen," he says. "My name is Leviticus. I'm sure you're wondering where you are right now. No need to tell me your names. I already know all about you. It is unfortunate, to be sure, but you two harbor something of gargantuan value to me. One might even call it the most valuable thing in existence. When the time comes, I will be forced to extract it from both of you. For now, however, bide your time. Enjoy existing. Because in time, neither of you will. For now, I am afraid I have to keep you both confined here. Enjoy your time here." The man turns around to leave, but Ian stops him.

"Wait!" He says. "What is this place? Why have you taken us?"

The man who called himself Leviticus turns around. "Why you? Why, you, dear Ian, are Fortitude, and you, dear Horus, are Greed." Leviticus shuts the bar door and whispers to himself, "Two down, four to go."

[END OF BOOK 2]