It was a world whose very existence could be considered an abomination by some. All worlds have two sides to them, two Realms - one of Light and one of Darkness. Much of what people call the "real" world is the Realm of Light. As for the other side, it was more often than not a desolate wasteland of Darkness, devoid of light and lived in only by the Heartless and their ilk. But [i]this[/i] world... it was different. Not like the others. It wasn't a natural world at all, but one that was [i]created[/i] with the explicit purpose of existing between both sides. The world itself resembled a metropolis of sorts, tall buildings stretching up as if reaching for the starless night sky. The sky itself was also unnatural, always dark and with no stars or even a moon. The city itself provided light with which to see, neon signs and markers in the roads. And yet, for all this lit up city, there were no people whatsoever. It had no life, no citizens, no animals, not even any plants or vegetation. It was for all intents and purposes, a purely synthetic city. This was, like those who called it home, a World That Never Was.

There was one unique feature to this lifeless city, and that was a great castle built in the center of a great pit that could only be accessed by a large bridge. The castle, much like the city, was devoid of life. But the building itself was brightly lit, not a single dark hallway to be found within its walls. It was also a very modern castle, appearing to be built from concrete and steel like the city skyscrapers. Beyond that the castle sported very hi tech decor. Its floors alight with neon markers and doors that glowed with markers to indicate where they led to. This castle, this very [i]world[/i] could uniquely be described as existing within both Light and Darkness. Or neither, it actually depended on whom you asked. The castle's main audience chamber sported no less than thirteen thrones arranged to form a symbolic unfinished circle allowing their occupants to face each other directly. The thrones themselves varied in how high off the ground they were raised, and each were marked with a Roman Numeral numbered between I and XIII. Well, the thirteenth throne had yet to be marked, and it currently held no occupant. But the other 12 seats in the Throne Room of Emptiness housed humanoid figures cloaked in black coats, faces mostly obscured by their hoods. The thirteenth hooded figure stood in the center of the room, knelt before Number I's throne on a single knee like a knight bowing before his liege.

"Leader, surely one of us is better suited for this task?" the voice came from the Black Coat seated on the throne marked with the Number XII. He'd previously been the newest recruit before Number XIII's arrival.

"You dare to question our Leader's judgement, Xagram?" the booming voice came from Number II, who was considered to be second only to the Leader himself.

"Calm yourself, Rexon." Number III spoke, his voice much calmer and yet somehow even more threatening than Rexon's, "It was not an invalid question. I, too, am unsure of his readiness."

"Don't pretend to give ME orders, Xadeth! Last time I checked, I was Number II and you Number III!"

The Leader raised his hand. He didn't even say a word, but the motion was more than enough to silence everyone's murmurs and arguments. Many of the hooded figures sat upon their thrones in differing positions and postures. Number II took to his throne like a King or Dictator. Number III sat with his back rested against the chair's back, a more comfortable position but still business-like. Others like Number VI and XII sat in their thrones with one leg crossed over the other, appearing like businessmen attending a board meeting. Some kept their arms crossed, while Number X notably sat on her throne in a lounging posture with her legs crossed comfortable and hanging over one of the armrests. Even Number I appeared to favor comfort over business. He had one foot up on his throne, using his knee as an armrest rather than the actual armrest of the throne. He still hadn't spoke yet, but everyone could just make out a wide, constant grin and occasionally a light-blue flash coming from what would naturally be one of his eyes.

"I'm with Xadeth..." the Number I finally spoke. His tone was not particularly threatening, in fact it was almost downright playful, "...you should really take a chill pill Rexon."

"But - Er... Yes, Leader."

"As I was saying, before Xagram rudely interrupted me..." Number I's gaze briefly shot over to Xagram who seemed to jump slightly as if expecting some form of punishment that never actually arrived, "...that world, Renovation, it's leader's goal doesn't seem entirely separate from ours."

"How so? Our spies only reported something about Keyholes and Princesses. What does any of that have to do with the Organization's mission?" it was Number III - Xadeth, one of the only members who remained unafraid to ask questions of their Leader.

Number I's response amounted to... a shrug. Not an uncommon gesture, he seemed to shrug almost as often as he grinned. However, he did speak afterward, "It's not really those things I'm interested in. It's the people seeking them. If my intuition's right, and it pretty much always is, the key to our mission will be found within this Emperor Michael's goals. So that's why we're sending in our very own Zarxe. He'll introduce himself, extend the olive branch and Bob's your uncle we've got ourselves a little alliance."

This seemed satisfactory to rest of the Organization, as none of them questioned the plan any longer. At this the grin on Number I's face widened a bit, "Oh good, no more questions. Whelp, Zarxe, you've been given your mission. Pull it off and this thirteenth throne is all yours! So get out there and let our enemies know what it's like to face the Cold Inferno." that was nickname assigned to Zarxe. They all had been given one. The Cold Inferno, The Hero of Chaos, The Scion of Space, The Pale Horseman, and so on.

"It will be done, Leader." Zarxe finally spoke, his words were quick and without hesitation. No doubt he was a knight and soldier in his former life to be able to accept orders so easily. He stood from his knelt position and offered a knightly salute to the Leader. As he did so a Corridor of Darkness opened behind him, and Zarxe silently stepped through it.