Immune One

'What the fuck are Immune Ones now? Damn! I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Huuu. Okay, I'm me again!' Nade walked past Sarah and slightly opened the door to peer through. Soldiers were running left and right.

'Everything's okay, Sarah. You're still human, and I'm sure all this is quite the shock for you. Well, comparing your reaction to mine back then, I gotta say—it's actually pretty good. Okay! I gave you the example with the 100 energy. There are two more cases.

There are times when a human can take more energy—still not all of it—but enough from a darkborn. Usually, these are strong humans with strong wills. What happens then is, yes, they get possessed and turn into ghouls, but they retain a part of their ego, sometimes even all of it. The problem is, the wicked energy of the darkborn still flows through them. So even though they've kept their mind, they often turn evil or go feral. This kind of ghoul is bad for us—but also for the darkborn, because most of them don't infect others, and some can't infect anyone at all.

Now come the Immune Ones. The name says it all. These humans are immune. They still absorb the darkborn's energy—but they don't go insane, and they don't transform.'

'A darkborn living in a mortal body. I think I know where this is going. Immune Ones can use the darkborn's abilities! And how do they differ from the dark priests?'

'Well, a dark priest is a human who's basically a servant of a darkborn. Through a contract, they can use some of the darkborn's abilities—but never gain the full power.'

BOOOOOM! The whole building shook violently. As Sarah lost her balance, Nade caught her by the waist.

'I can't explain everything now. Let's survive this shit first. Are you ready?' He looked deeply into Sarah's eyes. She gulped and finally nodded. Nade opened the door completely. It was silent—no soldiers in sight. 'Sarah, is there a secret way to leave this building?'

'And what about the presidents?'

'They're cooked. Or rather—the whole world is.'

'What do you mean?'

'Why do you think those presidents were gathered here—and not the others?' Sarah's eyes widened. She tried to fight the thought back, but couldn't. Then as she opened her eyes wide the answer shot into her mind. 'We have nuclear weapons!'

'Exactly! You are smart. I like that. So you can figure out what the plan of Kale was by gathering you on one spot. I am sure he has his way'

'I don't care!', it came from Sarah. She was slowly becoming her usual self again. And thus radiated more confidence and power, all qualities that had helped her in becoming the president. 'When I became the president I swore to protect my country. And if I run away now… how can I call myself a president? How can I say I tried everything. Damn, I would die for my country!'

'And if you go there, trust me you will!'

'No, I must go. If I hurry up I can warn the others. The important question is, are you with me or not?' Sarah's breath was still fast, her heart beating fast and the sweat on her forehead glowed under the light, yet her eyes displayed no fear, instead a fire of determination burned in them.

Before Nade could answer, the ceiling above them cracked and collapsed. A ghoul fell through, holding two severed soldier heads—one in each hand. The sight paralyzed Sarah for a moment—just long enough for the ghoul to open its mouth wide. Before she could react, Nade was already over her, spinning mid-air and kicking the ghoul's head clean off. He landed gracefully, and when he turned around, Sarah noticed it immediately:
His eyes were glowing in a deep, strong violet. Without concern for the situation, he simply explained:

'By the way, you recognize an immune one possessed by a darkborn through the eyes. If the iris—the colored part—is violet and the sclera—the white part—is still white, it's an immune one. But if the sclera is black—it's a darkborn!' Just then Sarah's eyes halted at Nade. With trembling hands she pointed at him.

'Your eyes!' 'So you are surprised by the eyes and not be kicking the head off that ghouls head, hahahah!'

'Are you' –

'Sarah, get it together. Understood? SARAH!'

'Yes! Yes.' She fanned herself with her hand. 'Damn, your personality really changed. Where's that Nade from before?'

'Hahaha. That Nade is on holiday. It alwys happen when I use her power. You can ask me all you want later. Let's go now!'

In the conference room

All the presidents were dead. Their brains had been ripped out and their chests pierced.
In front of Kale stood a black box, open, with a small computer inside.
Nade and Sarah entered the room. Sarah was shaken by the sight—but she couldn't miss one thing: Kale's eyes. Violet irises. Black sclera. (Sarah: He's a darkborn!)

Somewhere unknown

Two people sat atop a pile of over a hundred ghouls, a man and a woman. The woman had long blonde hair, wore baggy dark-blue jeans, and a tight white top. Her skin was smooth and pale. She went by Seraphina. The dark skin man beside her was broad-shouldered, bald, with a full, wild grey beard. He wore caramel shorts and a green top. The woman stood and gazed into the distance, mumbling,

'I think I should go to England. Look after our sons.' Her eyes began to glow with strong golden light. 'What will you do, Abaddon?' Abaddon remained seated. His eyes glowed too—violet, with a white sclera.

'Well… I think you felt that, right? There's a darkborn on this side. More may be crossing over soon. It's getting serious. I should find them… and let them know what's going on.'