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Mal-Mal was kneeling in a massive room deep in the bowels of their base, Eyes closed, Soft murmurs on her lips; the ornate white marble and the gold-trimmed room glowed faintly, as did her Halo and wings in unison.

Her soft chanting got louder and more desperate. As intelligent as she was, she was not lacking in faith either. Those not born a Sankta don't believe and don't try to care about what makes them who they are as a proud Sankta. They think their Halo and wings were just for show, to light up a dark place. Fluorescent lamps, they called them.

Those who try to show interest will know of their Empathy for one another to feel each other's emotions. This room was created with a purpose. Not even Agenta could understand. Agenta and the architects who helped them build it were pestering her day in and day out about the construction of this particular room. It took up ample space in their base and cost millions. Maybe one day, she will understand. Perhaps they all would.

Her Halo was getting brighter and brighter as the murmurs leaving her mouth got louder, unknown words only a Sankta knows. Her eyes open slowly upon hearing it.

A beautiful melody.

A desperate call.

Mal-Mal looked up from her kneeling position and smiled.

A voice joined her chants, her praying. Then two voices, then thirty voices. Finally, representatives of all tones and pitches joined in on her praying, breaking into a beautiful song.

Mal-Mal stood abruptly and turned to the choir of sound that had joined her. Mal-Mal's Halo was shining in jubilation as she came face to face with a sea of kneeling, chanting Sankta. There must have been over 400 halos shining in front of her.

All were hand-picked by Mal-Mal from across Terra, all of her kind that had been abused, thrown down into the mud, Those who wanted away from corruption and discrimination. What she and her kind could share was something all her intellect could never give her. Peace.

Any outsider would question Mal-Mal and her fellow compatriots on what they were doing. What was the point? The Sarkaz would laugh at them, at their song. Many would call them foolish. Those who weren't a Sankta would scoff in their direction at such naive actions.

Mal-Mal smiles at the thought of the ignorant and unbelievers. They were not singing. They were not chanting.

They were crying out to the heavens.

Would a deity answer them?

Would an eldritch horror come for them?

They could only hope for the former.

Y/n Had died because of their miscalculations because she was content with creating a weapon, Not a man to change the world as Agenta wanted.

Intelligence over morality is dangerous.

Mal-Mal will repent. She must.

At the height of their merging chorus, The Sankta combined their halos through the sheer luminescence they omitted in a union no outsider had ever seen. The purpose is to create a beacon, a light in the dark, to any higher entity that would care to help them. This massive room was designed specifically for this purpose. For them to amplify their combined cry for help through their halos in their darkest moments.

Male-Mal was the brainchild of this whole operation and base, as Agenta had once said. But now? She would be the spark that would set the world aflame with change.

She was a proud member of the Sankta race, and Mal-Mal knew how she could truly help this world. They did not need some silly little weapon, Nor did they need a random warrior to strike fear into people.

No! Mal-Mal knew what the Sankta needed in this dying world, what the world needed, but never knew they could create.

A beacon of light in this darkness.

A champion to purify the corrupt.

An actual being that could unite everyone.

What did they need?

What They Needed Was A Saint.

Mal-Mal gave herself a Cheshire grin amidst the beautiful sound of her kind.

She knew where she could find one.

A Saint was lying in a morgue, ready to return.

All Mal-Mal needed now was a miracle to answer their cry for help.

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Unknown to Mal-Mal, A particular Kjerag Goddess had already answered their cry for help with the ringing of a Little Silver Bell.

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Agenta stood next to massive holographic displays inside the bases' dominant control room. She stared at them blankly, eyes skimming over so much information from across Terra but absorbing nothing.

Many hushed conversations happened around her, dozens of people at displays, interpreting information and passing it on appropriately. So many displays show live feeds of forces on the move. Reunion rushing to Lungmen, Ursus rushing to Chernobog. They see it all.

Many eyes were giving their defacto leader Agenta concerned looks, but none dared approach. Instead, they knew better than to interrupt Agenta when she was quiet. As a result, Agenta was lost in her thoughts, not even noticing the complete absence of any of their Sankta employees.

A few meters away, tucked in the corner of the control room, was a young Lupo in his late teens with Orange eyes, chestnut Hair, wolf ears, and a tail. Sat at a much smaller display, bored out of his mind. The unknown Lupo never liked his shift in the control room. Everyone was just too bright for his liking. It made him feel small. Although Agenta was suitable eye candy, the Lupo thought.

His attention was quickly ripped from the pretty woman and back to his screen, eyes narrowing at what he was seeing. He stood up and called for his Seneschal over his display, catching a few looks. (A.N Seneschal is Someone who manages all the various logistics required to keep the place functioning and profitable)

"Sir Seneschal!"

An older, scarred Sarkaz man in his sixties heard his title called out, snapped his attention to the Lupo, and came over with an unamused stride, making the young Lupo sit down and try to make himself smaller in his seat. It must be the bionic red eye that nerves him.

"This better not be another bathroom break request, Youngblood. Ask for another one, and I'll cut it off," The Seneschal amused at the fidgety younger man.

"N-No, Seneschal!, Please look here. I don't understand this." He hates the codename that the Seneschal gave him. Youngblood pointed at the screen in front of him.

Seneschal rolls his eyes and looks over at the screen before stopping and narrowing his eyes.

Before Youngblood could enquire, the older Sarkaz grabbed the display and turned it fully to face him.

"Re-scan now!" Seneschal ordered.

"Y-Yes, sir!" Youngblood re-scans what's happening on the screen before the result has returned but magnified tenfold.

The Seneschal's eyes widen, but he doesn't lose his cool. Instead, he turns to Lady Agenta, who continues staring blankly at the larger displays.

"Lady Agenta," His rough voice cuts over everyone, but Agenta doesn't seem to hear.

Unamused by the lack of response, he, this time, shouts. "Activate Emergency Protocol SuperNova Prevention."

Gasps could be heard across the room as all eyes froze in panic. Then, finally, Agenta snaps out of her blank stare and turns to the Seneschal with a glare.

"Seneschal! Explain now!" Agenta commands one of her most trusted men.

The Seneschal reaches over the console of the Lupo and presses a few buttons before all the significant displays in the room show his screen. They show a massive energy spike above their base and below it.

More gasps and shouts of fear and horror could be heard around the control room. Agenta's eyes widened in shock and confusion at the displays before turning to face all the pale faces that were looking at their displays and back at her.

"Confirm - Activate Emergency Protocol SuperNova Prevention," Agenta shouts into the room.

Everyone breaks from their frozen state, rushes to the nearest display and starts issuing commands to the base's divisions.

"Emergency Protocol SuperNova Prevention is in effect!" Someone shouts into a communication device.

"All divisions prepare for necessary evacuation," Shouts another.

"Battlestations!, Prepare for immediate repelling of external assault!" Another bark.

Alarms started blaring across the base, sending thousands into a determined frenzy. External defensive weapons that were once hidden reveal themselves across their base.

"Seneschal!, Why did we not see this coming?!" The angry voice of Agenta easily rose above the alarms and everyone else's voice.

"The power spikes are not normal, Lady Agenta. Therefore, we are not sure this is an attack at all," Proclaimed the calm Seneschal.

Agenta did not answer as she started shouting commands at her subordinates.

Youngblood was shaking. Was he even trained for this!? Watching everyone run around shouting and typing on their devices. Some are even pulling out weapons!

A large hand lands on his shoulder, making Youngblood look at the Seneschal, who looks down at him with an amused smile. Youngblood finds his voice. "Sir? what is Emergency Protocol SuperNova Prevention?"

Seneschal raised a bushy eyebrow at him but humoured the younger man. "Our existence is threatened. Fight or Flight now." The older man chuckled at the horrified expression of the Lupo but continued, "That's the basic version. In other words, we are about to be threatened by something we may not be able to handle."

Youngblood whimpers as his tailed wraps around his leg.

"Intruder detected!" A voice in the sea of control-room workers shouts.

Agenta swings around to the voice, "Where!?"

"Medical assessment sector 001," The same voice shouts.

"We have lost contact with multiple response teams in medical wards 001 to 003, and the ward division themselves have gone silent!" shouts a different voice.

Agenta and Seneschal are speechless.

"Gunfire detected throughout multiple sectors of the base! Response teams returning fire!" A scared Lung girl shouts out.

Agenta swings left to right to multiple displays. Her pale face was drenched in sweat with only one thought on her mind.

'Why is this happening to us!'

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Done!

I wanted to make the Sankta more unique than just having Empathy. I think I succeeded.

This chapter was hard to write, but the more I tweaked it, the more I liked it.

Poor Y/n, Will he ever be in this story? Or is it all about Agenta and Mal-Mal.

Zero-