Danny and Samuel sat across from Agent Vick, wide-eyed, stunned into silence. The man had just called out their telepathic conversation like it was nothing.
Vick shook his head slowly, raising a hand in dismissal. "Relax. I don't have any special ability—never did. But I've seen a lot. You two aren't the first… and you won't be the last."
He leaned forward, elbows on the table, his tone sharpening.
"Now tell me—what's your story? Don't pull my leg. I want the truth."
Danny glanced sideways at Samuel, eyebrows raised. "Can we trust him?"
Samuel's gaze lingered on Vick a moment longer before he replied in thought. "I think we can try. Maybe… maybe he's the one we've been waiting for."
He looked back at Danny. "I told you before—we play this game with the truth. If we're gonna keep hunting demons, situations like this are going to keep happening. We can't lie our way through every room."
Danny's expression tightened, thoughtful.
"We left behind over thirty dead bodies. We literally told them to carbon test the remains to check their actual age. Then we had a telepathic freak show in front of half the station. They'd have to be blind not to realize we're different."
Samuel nodded slightly. "And if this guy's right… if he's seen others like us, and he's still standing? Then yeah. He's gotta be part of some department made to deal with people like us. Or creatures like them."
The two of them turned back to Vick—silent agreement in their posture. The truth was about to hit the table.
Samuel narrowed his eyes at Vick. "Before we continue this discussion… can I ask you a question?"
Vick gave a single nod. "Go ahead."
Samuel leaned in slightly, his tone steady. "Do you believe me if I said… demons live among us?"
Agent Vick held his stare for a long moment. No change in expression. Then, without a word, he reached down and pulled a thick manila folder from his side of the table.
He slid it across to them.
"This is national-level classified. Leaking any of this would be considered treason. But today," he said, his voice low and deliberate, "I'll make an exception. Take a look."
Samuel and Danny exchanged a glance, then slowly opened the file.
The first page hit them like a gut punch.
A photo of a woman—regal, seductive, and unnerving. It was her.
Queen Zora.
Active Since: 1973
Status: Confirmed Entity
Level of Threat: Yellow
Known Operations: Prostitution Den, Territory 23
They flipped through more pages.
Each one listed entities they had already encountered—banished. Exorcised. Survived.
Color-coded threat classifications lined the margins instead Class like in Hells order but, they can tell the differences in one look:
Blue for Class F
Green for Class D
Yellow for Class C
They were all there. Every demon they'd fought since the beginning.
Vick's voice cut through the silence. "So. Do I believe demons live among us?"
He leaned back, folding his arms. "I know they do. And more than that—I'm responsible for keeping them under control.
The government isn't blind. Supernatural threats are everywhere. Every country deals with them in their own way. Here? We keep them contained.
There's no law written to punish them. No trial, no prison. They're unkillable in most cases. They jump bodies, possess new hosts if cornered.
So instead of letting them run wild, we made… arrangements. Terms. Some of them, we track. Some, we bargain with. The ones we've identified—we keep under watch. Under control."
He leaned forward again, resting his arms on the table.
"We're called the X-Division of Department Zero. We don't exist in the black-and-white system. We stay in the shadows."
His eyes locked onto both of them.
"So now you know who we are. And I'll ask this one last time…
What's your story?"
Samuel hesitated, eyes locked on the file for a long moment. Then he took a breath and looked up.
"It all started when we decided to make YouTube videos about ghost hunting. Just two guys chasing clout. We bought this weird book online—some 'authentic' ghost-hunting guide, meant to mimic rituals and techniques. Total gimmick. We didn't believe a word of it.
Until we had our first real encounter.
That book… it wasn't just a gimmick. It was a Hell artifact. A cursed item. The thing merged with us—bonded in a way we still don't fully understand. Since then, it's like we've been chosen. Or cursed. Either way, it gave us the knowledge, the instinct… and the obligation.
To hunt demons. And banish them back to where they came from.
These things we've been facing—they're not new. They're escaped prisoners. Runaways from Hell itself."
Danny picked up where Samuel left off, his voice calm but serious.
"Since we were chosen by Hell—marked, bonded, whatever you want to call it—demons recognize us the moment they see us. They know what we are.
To them, we're not just some ghost chasers. We're Hell's enforcers.
And they hate us for it.
So yeah… we're basically locked in a hunter-versus-hunter game now. Either we banish them or they kill us. We're stuck too, you know."
Agent Vick kept his fingers tapping rhythmically on the table, listening intently. His eyes never left their faces. He was like a human lie detector—reading microexpressions, tone shifts, anything that might betray a falsehood.
After a long moment of silence and analysis, he finally leaned back and took a deep breath.
"If what you said is the truth… then you're telling me you have the ability to banish them. To send these entities back to wherever they came from."
He paused, letting the weight of that settle.
"That's what I'm understanding here. Correct me if I'm wrong."
Danny and Samuel nodded in unison.
Agent Vick raised an eyebrow. "So both of you… are some kind of Hell banishers?"
Samuel added, "No. I'm the banisher. He's the attacker. He's like a walking demon killer. His piss or vomit is literal poison to them."
Danny immediately smacked Samuel upside the head. "Dude! Not now!"
He turned quickly to Vick. "He's joking, sir."
Danny's face went pale. "Damn, I don't want to end up in a government lab because of this idiot."
Agent Vick stared at the two of them with the same unreadable expression, but internally, he was cursing the universe.
"Of all the people in the world… why these two kindergartners in adult bodies? Couldn't Hell have chosen someone—anyone—more stable?"
He let the silence hang for a while longer, then finally exhaled.
"I have an offer for both of you."
His voice was calm, but the edge in it was unmistakable.
"Why don't you two work with our department? No—actually, let's call it what it is. Join as contract agents. We'll reach out to you whenever we need help with a case. Till then, both of you will be protected—as long as you stay within our radar."
Danny raised a hand cautiously. "Uh… what if we, you know, refuse?"
Agent Vick gave a slow, cruel smile.
"Then I'll have no choice but to lock both of you up. We can't afford to have unregulated timebombs with supernatural links roaming the streets."
Danny's face turned ghost-white. "No, no! We're not rejecting the offer—we're in! Just asking! Asking is free, right?"
He laughed nervously, like a man walking a tightrope over fire.
Samuel nodded, his tone calm and serious. "Actually… the reason we chose to disclose our abilities is because of that exact fear. This whole thing—it was our trial by fire. We nearly got killed back in that demon swamp. If it wasn't for help arriving at the last second… we wouldn't be sitting here."
He looked Vick in the eye.
"We're willing to keep fighting. But we can't keep risking our lives blind. We need intel. Support. Backup. We want to work with you—not just survive."
"Then I officially invite the Department of Paranormal Entities… to join the X-Division as contracted agents."
Danny raised his hand one more time. "Uh… one last question."
Vick looked at him, annoyed but curious. "What is it now?"
Danny shrugged. "Do we get paid? You know… we've got bills too."
To Be Continue.