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Joseph sat in his car, about a mile up the road from Aunt Briley’s home with a cell phone held to his ear there was a coldness which was only made more apparent from the voice on the other line. “Do you have a sample?” 

Answering the older man's question there was a hesitation from Joseph.”Dad, this is my Sister, your own Daughter we’re talking about, can we at least address that?” His Father’s voice sounded through after a moment's pause. “She’s nought more than trash wasting her talents and tarnishing our legacy. But yes, she came from my blood however unlikely that may be. More importantly.” 

Joseph knew what he was asking for, traces of Metahuman DNA in his own Sister. And he knew what he planned to do if they found any a fact which greatly disturbed him.”Yes. I have a clump of hair from one of her hairbrushes, but she’s my Sister, you’re talking about Murder.”

The cold and heartless voice came through yet again.”Only if she was somehow mutated by that horrid Pax event. If there’s no mutated DNA there’ll be no need for that, we can’t have a metahuman monster within our Family, it’d ruin us. Our Lineage would forever be destroyed. Best nip anything like that in the bud.”

“New York wasn’t even affected!” Joseph blurted out. “Yes, or so they say Son, I’ll take no chances, I’ve seen these freaks in the news. I will not have one in my own Family however much removed.” His Father said firmly set in his plan, as the phone's’ tone went silent Joseph slammed his fist against the dash cursing his Family. “WHY, Why are they so cold.” 

Meanwhile Nathaniel Wahlforth sat in a chair laced with gold trimmings in lavish room decorated by every Wahlfroth that came before him as well as his own personal tastes, it was a room filled with valuable antiques, pointless trinkets and wealth. He sat there staring at his Father’s Pipe as he took a drag on a cigarette as a cringe crept across his face, “I gave you everything, all that I was just to make you proud, and you give it to her. That money should be mine, I’ll see to that. I’m not letting some deviant take my inheritance.” 

There was a slight knock at the door as it creaked open to a woman in a fancy dress walked in. “Honey, the Maid brought tea, thought you could use some. All this murder talk must have you parched.” Nathaniel smiled as he took a cup with saucer and sat it on the table. “Good thing the Kids don’t know yet, we must secure their future and restore our fortune, Father’s money will go a long way to that goal.”

“Of course dear, Alistair left us a crumbling Family Fortune, with a myriad of scattered properties and companies. How anyone could rebuild our legacy with those piss poor conditions is beyond me.” 

“My Father doted on that Girl, who tarnished our Family name. It’s high time we put things right.”

Meanwhile in a certain abandoned warehouse. Doctor Coil began tinkering with his work, happy with his progress. “With my work completed, I just need to set the stage, all of it must be perfect before I raise the curtain.” Coil turned to his machine that clicked and whirred with a flurry of beeps and lights. It stood on a massive frame with a long barrel, alongside mysterious canisters, Coil growled in a low voice. “Sampson. I will have my vengeance, on the stage of my creation. Minion!! Take some of these canisters and begin phase 2.”

As things began to conspire against her, Eva tossed in her bed, as Dickens slept beside her. It was a momentary calm, something she may have few of in the coming days. As the Demon behind the Soul Stone, her Family and Doctor Coil begin to make their moves.