They say people have a unique way to decide their successors. Either go by first blood or by actual blood. For centuries, every ruler has passed down their crown in the same manner, identifying key qualities. Suppose that person is the perfect candidate. Suppose that person has the skill and ability. If that person has what it takes to call him/herself the rightful heir.
These were the only aspects they thought about before calling out their successors. But the same cannot be said for the third generation.
From the beginning of the rise of the first generation, who call themselves the survivors, were the first people who created a liquid-generating substance that could cure any disease in the known universe.
This substance was called 'SYRIUM'. It fuses in your blood and detects several foreign antigens and eliminates them. It worked like a vaccine and was used by many in the early 1960s in the form of food and beverages. That way, people didn't know what they were consuming until a certain unexpected event happened.
On December 17 of 1978, a strange portal opened in the night sky of the Northern mountains. It was like a nightmare entering a pleasant dream. That portal grew bigger and bigger each minute, that it was enough to fit a country in there.
The edges of the portal grew, tearing the black sky to reveal its violet glow. Stars and galaxies could be seen through it, and the small balls of gas floated around the thin air inside until they crossed the portal and caused huge flare explosions in the mountain rifts.
Those small glowing gas balls spread across the mountains, over to the calm city, and continued their destructive massacre.
In an instant, people woke up from their slumber and were shocked by the horrifying blaze in front of them. Buildings collapsed, children burned, and the booming continued for six hours, until it finally stopped.
People who survived the explosion were relieved, but some lost their families and couldn't move on.
Truth be told, it was not over.
A large black figure emerged from the portal, standing tall and firm. It was a huge package of muscles and had a few features of an animal. Legs of a bull, claws of a tiger, ears like a fox, and fangs like a snake.
It was a beast, a rage fury beast. It glowered and scratched its claws, clearing half of the population of the city. It was non-stop, and the military tried to fend it off, but they were outnumbered.
Several portals opened in several places, causing chaos. It was hell, since no neighboring countries would offer a hand. Turns out this was happening only in one designated area.
That's where the first generation finally figured out the problem. It was the syrium that attracted these strange abnormalities and destruction.
In order to close the ridge between the two worlds, the first generation made at least nine different kinds of syrium, each with its unique glow and standard. This triggered them with intensive assumptions that maybe each syrium gave different abnormal strength.
Through those strengths, they defeated several beasts and sealed the portals, hoping it would never open again. That's how they restored peace and life.
They even erased all the memories of the destruction by creating a new formula in food, BV56, that is used in all foods. With certain connections and usage, they developed a small corporation, only for syrium users.
Luckily, syrium cannot transfer from one man to another, so it was safe to say that the children of the first generation were normal. However, they needed to continue the cycle of the next generation.
They held a standard criterion for the next generation and continued through this to decide their next successors.
Dr. Ivan Kuznetsov, the third generation of the blue syrium, Chaos, was not chosen because of his birth, nationality, or status. He was chosen because he fits the criteria, and right now, his eyes are directly taped to the large projected screen of the image of a huge broken mirror.
In front of his desk, stood two people in lab coats. Cora on his right and Zion on his left. A small caster was placed on Zion's arm, showing that his arm was broken.
Cora patiently waited for Ivan to stop staring too hard. Zion clears his throat to cut the silence as he says, "What are we going to do now, sir?"
Ivan calmly taps his finger on his cane, ignoring Zion's question. He already saw how Orette approached Cora and Zion; she had no interest in them.
Ivan knew how Orette would want to work with simple-minded people. She would first go to Kace, who would later drag her to Rosa.
'Helpless, ' he thought as his blue eyes glowed over a tall, slim woman walking into his office. Her heels clicked on the white concrete floor. Her body was fully covered by a long skirt and a high-necked dress. She wore a smooth hijab, covering her hair and passing down the same purple glowing eyes to Ivan before she stopped in front of his desk.
"I think we are ready", said Morticia with a soft smile.