Noir stood up and went to open the door, his familiars in position to strike at the offending party.

"Start with eating, I will solve this quickly and then return to you." He said, breathing deeply as he unlocked the door and glanced at the armored person in front of him.

It almost shocked him, to see a police man before him, given the devastation the Shadow beast had unleashed.

"Hello, Officer, how may I help you?" He asked, curious as to the other parties motives.

"I am Officer Moor, after the cataclysm, I was sent out to make sure everyone is listed and healthy, to bring back normalcy as soon as possible, and properly enforce rules around our powers, to make sure nobody uses them without a proper license."

He commented, looking suspiciously at the totems that were placed all around the building.

Immediately, Noir's every sense activated. He felt the officer's blood pressure rise, his breath quickening subtly and his muscles twitching.

"May I know how the local government is holding up against the increase in Monsters?

I personally fought the beasts now storming the city for quite a while, though nobody believed me. Unless you can prove your right to question me this very instance, I have to ask you to leave my property."

Noir had learned how to work with the different departments of the city for quite a while.

It was not a rarity that a disappointed client would sue him for fraud, something he knew to deflect good enough that many of the Jury members and judges became students of his.

He loved nothing more than trickery, and as he looked into the eyes of the short, rotund man before him, he knew he had the upper hand.

"I will leave this with you, I have some more places to check for survivors." The Man decided, giving papers to Noir, who used that short moment of physical contact to channel his dominion, and for a brief moment, everything froze. The officer used his magic to restrain Noir, and he forced his captors body to seize, both incapacitated by their opponents' domain, something Noir used to utilize the powers of foresight and break contact as soon as he was done infecting his target.

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"Everything okay, sir? If I didn't hold you there, you might have fallen down the stairs. I recommend that you head home for today, before something worse happens." Thus, he closed and locked the door again, a striking Idea Illuminating his head.

"Kids, it seems that other fractions are forming around us, thus I recommend we officially name our group. Each of us should suggest a name for our organization. Tomorrow, we will head for the ruins, and in the evening, we will discuss this topic further. Now go to bed, I will clean up."

As the other two went to sleep in the rooms he had prepared for them, Noir decided that it was time to work on his newest project, now that the Unibuns had been finished. He knew he shouldn't throw away his morality, but the times were dark enough for him to do anything for survival, and thus, he embraced both his powers to create something from his own flesh and fate.

It started simple as he took a few hairs and nail chips.

He let his influence seep into the keratin, embracing the shudder as he forcefully connected it to the millions of microorganisms on them, reproducing on his finger and inside his body.

For a second, he even felt his own eyes move inside their holes, before he focussed the entirety of that power on his experiment.

He began with a simple manipulation, merging bacteria, fungus and his own cells to a ball of writhing flesh, before he slowly guided them to consume one another, the mindless flesh listening, but taking his full control to not revert to their base nature.

Slowly, he calmed himself down to just let the small movements pass by him, a short moment of stillness, before he cut away their fate and was assaulted by unimaginable pain.

He felt his familiars writhe in pain as their powers were drawn to the very limit, before the ball did what he hoped it would.

There must always be a future, and the circle of life never stops. Immediately, the fate was restored, and new vermin came to feast upon the dead material, forming a black hole like phenomenon of self-destructive fates and dying microbes. A state that felt like ages to Noir, and just as he thought he would pass out, the entity stabilized. An egg, barely visible as a future for it was calculated and every surviving microbe was connected by it, slowly forming more eggs until a spoon tip worth of eggs lay there, their fate undecided and connected, and their DNA a wild range of multiple creatures.

Technically a chimera, but much smaller, and infused with a hunger for growth, as was natural for everything touched by the grafter.

Noir did not contemplate it further, simply dumping the eggs in the remaining bowl of stew and wrapping it in see through foil before placing it in his office and going to bed. He knew his newest creation was a great unknown, but trusted his abilities to ensure at least some degree of safety.