How could one explain the situation that now faced the Axis? Where could one begin? It was so far out of their control that they had no idea how to proceed, centuries of being in control of the human races fate and it was now taken from them. This had caused some panic in the highest levels of government in the Axis. The cracks of division began to show amongst various cells around the world, so to take control of the situation before the division got worse and the cracks turned into an all out crumble of the organization, an emergency council was called. Heads from every cell group came to this meeting. For days the they argued and tossed around ideas, about how they could stop a threat that they knew nothing about. They could fight demons, angels and their offspring, but this.... this was like nothing they faced before, as they seemed to be at least two steps behind this... this unknown.

Finally it had come to a vote, a vote that had the Axis divided. It was about if they should seek out help from their enemies to combat this unknown, this new fourth realm. Many opposed this idea, as they wished for humanity to stand alone as it had for centuries. But many also knew that both heaven and hell were nervous, which did not sit well with them so they wanted help. 

Now that final decision rested on the shoulders of a 55 year old general. He was a stern looking man with fierce grey eyes, grey buzz cut hair, a thick and sharp angled jaw, large shoulders, and a tall and strong frame. He was a picture of a man that had seen many battles and had come out of them tougher than before. Though all the fierceness and intimidation couldn't hide the fact that he looked tired. And now for the final and deciding vote to rest with him made him look even more so.

The General looked down at his data pad and all the notes, findings, theories and what not that he had thrown at him the past couple of weeks. He drummed his fingers loudly on the large round wooden table, fully aware that all eyes were on him. Sighing he looked up feeling tired and wanting nothing more than to have a hot shower and meal then a long ass sleep.

"You all know I have dedicated my life to the Axis," he said gruffly before continuing. "I have fought many hard battles, and that I wouldn't think twice about sticking my blade into those other realmers." He paused again as he could see those that voted for no help get a little excited and chatty. "But," The chatting stopped as all eyes suddenly narrowed on him. "But, we know nothing of this new enemy. And I don't know about any of you, but I'm tired of losing my best damn agents! I don't want to see anymore of my people die if they don't have too! So with that said, I vote for help." He said feeling the weight of those he sent after this unknown heavy on his shoulders.

The room was silent as people looked  down at their data pads or at those around them. Not one of them spoke as the vote was cast, and they knew that they could not go back on the vote. Now it was time to assemble teams and to work [b]with[/b] their enemies. 

[u]The enemy of my enemy is my friend.[/u]

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[h2]Sonya Helsing - Agent[/h2]

When the news first reached the Axis cell in Moscow Russia, Sonya could barely believe it. The Axis had chosen to seek help from their old enemies, which was nearly unheard of. She knew that the wounds between her kind and the half-breeds ran deep and she wondered how they could possibly work together.

Though she was slightly relieved as it meant that her brother was safe from being hunted. But at the same time she felt anxious as this working with half-breeds meant that the Axis was desperate and that the threat was bigger than they originally thought. 

Sonya walked down a long hallway passing a few of her fellow agents. She was heading to a conference room where she was to meet her new squad mates. She was nervous about meeting them, well the half-breeds. She had full confidence in the agents she would be working with, as she knew the training that they had gone through. But the half-breeds, now that was an uncertainty, more than likely they had no training in combat. 

Shaking her head slightly she entered the conference room and smirked. She was the first to arrive, but then she made it a point to be early. She noticed that there was files on the large oval table, walking over to the closest one she picked up and opened it. She lifted an eyebrow as it was dossiers on everyone that would be on the team and very few details about the new enemy. There was nothing on the mission itself, so she assumed that someone would brief them later.

She took a seat across the table so that the door was infront of her. Never sit with the door behind you, it was one of the first rules she was taught. She took up the file and began reading.

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[h2]Blake Helsing - Demon Half-breed[/h2]

Blake was in the red light district in San Francisco, as there he could feed off people's emotions. He found that the desperate had the strongest emotions, and it was easier to get lost as there was so many of them. He was "feeding" off of some depressed girl which he knew would only make her depression worse. He hated what he was and that he occasionally had to feed off of people, but he had no choice. His fate was forced upon him and if it was up to him, he would be human like his sister. He probably would have joined the Axis.

The mere thought of the Axis filled him with rage, as he knew what they did to his kind. He also knew that they took none violent, peaceful half-breeds and tortured them. If anything they were the monsters, but then Blake was one that they should probably capture. As he was aggressive and violent and a danger to nearly everyone, just like his father. But he had no death wish, plus if they took him they might find out that Sonya is his twin sister. He could only imagine what they would do to her, just to figure out why he was a half-breed and she isn't.

Blake was among his thoughts and didn't notice three agents coming up behind him. "Helsing!"

Hearing his name he turned slowly to see three people. Two men and one woman all dressed in black and showing a range of weapons on their person. They were obviously Axis agents, but Blake couldn't understand why they would call out his name. Were they new? Did they skip the training day that showed them how to sneak up on a half demon? They must of for all he knew.

"Who?" Blake said gruffly almost growling.

"Don't play games, we know who you are. We have been looking for you for some time." Said one of the men that looked older than the other two.

Blake's eyes grew hard and narrow as he looked at them, his face was expressionless which seemed to unnerve the female of the group. He inhaled through his nose and took in their scent, he would remember it and hunt them down if things went down.

"Have you now? Pray what for?" He asked his face still expressionless, his eyes growing dark.

"The Axis is in need of help..." the man paused as if to see if Blake would say anything. But he didn't and remained store faced. "We are searching for help to stop a growing threat. And it would seem that we need your kinds help." The man said the last part with slight disgust. Not that Blake could blame him, as he didn't want to help the Axis.

"What's in it for me?" He asked after a moment of tense silence.

"We will never hunt you down..... basically you would be free of us."


All of that was nearly 24 hours ago, now he was in an Axis cell somewhere in Russia. Even though the man who said that they needed his help, they still didn't trust him and escorted him from the private plane to the conference room. Half the time he was blind folded which he wasn't happy about. When they first tried he freaked out and nearly killed one of the agents. Luckily for him they weren't allowed to kill him. 

Blake entered the conference room and paused for a moment. He was not expecting to see his sister and by the look she gave him she wasn't expecting to see him. He watched as she looked back down at the file she had open and flip through it, until she came to a page that had his picture on it.

Without saying a word he took a seat across from her and a few chairs to the right of he door. No one sits with their back to the door unless they wanted to be sneaked up on. He didn't bother opening the file.

"What's your name?"he asked gruffly, his expression cold and hard. 

"Sonya. Yours?" She said softly but confidently, which was so like her.

"You already know it." He said flatly which got him a confused look. "You read the file didn't you?" He said slightly annoyed.

"Yes, I did. You're name is Blake Helsing and you're a demon half-breed!" She said sternly before looking back down at the file.

Blake knew he had hurt her slightly and it killed him to do so. But neither of them could afford to show comfort around each other. So he had to be cold, aggressive and mean to her. He hated it.

So they sat in silence waiting for the others to arrive.