"How do you know who I am?" Blake asked Martha as she led him up the stairs.

"Oh, I've known you for a long time. I met you as a kid, you just don't remember."

Blake tried to recall everyone he had met as kid, but his head hurt just trying to. Besides, he couldn't possibly remember every single detail of his life, could he? The woman led him in front of a door. She opened, revealing a nicely furnished room. There was a shelf on the right side of the room and a little table with some sweets on the left. In front of Blake was a big brown desk. On it was a scattered array of files and paperwork, with a man in red lying down.

The woman walked to him, hitting him on the head.

"I walk out of this room for three seconds and you use it to sleep?"

The man woke up, stretching. He scratched his brown hair, opening his green eyes, peering lazily at Martha.

"Oh. You're back." He said, not happy to see her. "I was just getting some shut eye."

"And the files?"

"They can wait."

"Really?"

The man turned his attention to Blake with a smile. He stood up walking around the table and sitting in front of the table.

"Hey, Blake right."

"Yeah. Seems like everybody knows me all too well."

"Your family isn't the type to stay out of the sight of the media."

Blake sighed. "I came here to join the Inquisitors."

"Why?" He asked. "You have everything, you have riches, power, comfort, and you want to risk it all for a job like this?" The man shook his head. He took a cigarette from his pocket and put it in his pocket. He then took a lighter on his table and was about to light only to realize that the cigarette wasn't in his mouth anymore. He looked down to see that it had been flicked out of his mouth.

"C'mon Martha."

"No smoking." She said.

The man sighed, turning to Blake. "Look, Blake, in this work we do, there is a lot of death. You could lose a lot of your friends, your own life or you could lose your sanity. In the worst case, you could come out of this with some many injuries that you wouldn't be able to recognize yourself. Are you still up for this?"

"Noblesse Oblige." Blake said

"That's one of the stupidest reason I've heard." The man said, walking towards Blake. "Those who have must give back to society. It doesn't apply here, kid. This is your life. This is your choice. We do it to protect others, but then when you die, that's it. No one will be concerned."

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Blake looked at the man.

"And what if I want to put my life on the line for others?"

"Our job is to kill daemon, not save lives, kid."

"Then I'd kill daemon."

The man looked at him. Blake continued. "In truth, Noblesse Oblige doesn't apply here. It's only an excuse for me to be a part of this. I don't care much about others to begin with, heck I can only care about the people I have in my circle. I came here to kill daemon. And if saving others is the end result then so be it."

The man looked at Blake for a while, smiling. "Then that's good enough for me as well."

"Yes sir."

"Call me Diego." He said. "I am the one in charge for now. Martha will fill you in with the details." The man went back to sit down.

Martha and Blake exited the room, closing the door behind him.

"So," She said, "Welcome to the Inquisition, Blake. From this moment on, you're an inquisitor. Congratulations."

"Thanks. Doesn't feel like it."

"What did you expect, some parade or something?" Martha laughed. "Well the best you'd get is a pat on the back so get used to it."

The two descended the stairs, walking into a small room. The room had a large table with a large touch screen showing the map of both North and South America. The map showcased multiple red dots scattered all over the two continents.

"So, let's get to the basics. As it stands now, you are a recruit. There are four positions; Greenhorns, Sentry, Aides and Primes. But most of the time, it's just the Primes and the rest so don't think too hard about it. Once you've undergone some training, which you already have if I'm not wrong, you'll be assigned with a group. The group will then be assigned to a part of this map to search for daemon in and around that area. Once you're more experienced, you'll be doing missions solo."

"What about the rest of the world?"

"There are two other branches; one in Russia which is in charge of Europe and Asia and the other is for Africa and Australia, so you don't need to worry about them."

"Ok."

"Do you know how to use licht energy?"

"Yes."

"Do you have a licht technique?"

"Um... I'm not allowed to use it."

"I thought...oh I forgot. Never mind, forget I asked. But then using your fist isn't going to cut it you know that, right."

So she was just going to gloss over the fact that she knew more about him than he thought. And no one was supposed to know about him. Blake sighed.

"Do you have any licht weapon?"

"No. I thought the Inquisitors had some."

"Ah...those aren't licht weapons."

Martha moved to the far end of the room, opening a door, motioning for him to follow. Blake obeyed, being led into a magazine.

"These are Reis."

"What is a 'reis'?"

"A 'rei' is more or less like an old powerful weapon. It is more parasitic in nature as it feeds on the user's licht energy. If the licht energy is not enough, it'll switch to the users life force. In exchange it gives the user massive abilities."

"That sucks."

"Yeah, but these things are crazy powerful. Because if its nature, they are normally not utilized to a hundred percent, but if they ever are, then the user could be overpowered."

"What about that?" Blake asked, pointing at a weapon. It was a pitch black dagger. No fascinating features, just pitch black.

"That...is a vessel."

"Vessel?"

Martha sighed. "Ok. There are three ways of killing daemon. One is by using licht energy and anything that's been imbued with it. That includes licht weapons. The second one is by using reis. The last one, however, is using a hollow. We don't know much about what those are, but they aren't really supposed to be used."

"But you called it a vessel." Blake said, examining the dagger.

"Vessels trap Hollows. They make them more susceptible to be used." She said, "Hollows are sentient. Alive. And illegal to use. Nobody has seen one before, and whoever uses it is to be imprisoned, unless he or she uses it for daemon extermination."

"So... can I use it?" Blake asked her, turning to face her. Martha looked at him.

"There's nothing in it."

"But you said anything that has been imbued with licht energy, right?"

"Yeah."

"So all I need to do is imbue it with licht energy."

"That's just making it a temporary licht weapon. You understand that. And using one requires concentration."

Blake smiled. "Then I guess it's mine then."