You called your father? I'll call mine! (2)

Emerging from the dimensional portal, the Prophet threw the twins to the ground and narrowed his ghostly eyes. Almost instantly, two beautiful women dressed as Victorian maids entered and carried the twins to a bed, and the handsome gentleman lost all interest. No, he gave one final look at the unconscious twins, and his porcelain-perfect face finally cracked into a frown of displeasure.

Malachi sensed the Prophet's mood shift and instantly knelt on the floor begging forgiveness.

"Prophet, please punish me! I have failed you!"

"Malachi… What are you talking about? It was my miscalculation. I'd never anticipated the Solaris House to be so advanced."

From the start, the Prophet had believed he had the world in his hands. He'd spent centuries investigating and understanding how Hyades functioned. He knew all the organisations, how many potential threats there were, and their weaknesses… everything had been analysed down to the finest detail.