[ WP ] `` If there is a god , '' he gestured towards the cage , `` that 's the proof that it hates you . ''

The agent stared at me from across the debriefing table. I was chained to a hospital bed, a precaution I requested they take. The heads of my organization as always on telescreens to protect themselves. `` Mr. Radigan, please, in your own words tell us exactly what happened in that cabin''. 
 
 And so I began my tale. The phone call from my old friend, making my way out to the middle of nowhere, neglecting none of the rules of prepping for an assignment, even called in a favour from my old partner. And then the story began when I arrived at the cabin. 
 
 *** 
 
 Simon gestured at this....this thing he had captured. Neither of us were sure what it was, but I was certain Simon's faith in god was being questioned. The man was a priest and yet he had done something he had never done in the thirty years I have known him, he said IF there is a god. That is how serious this problem was. This is why he called me. In my line of work I deal with things like this, and I put them down. 
 
 I walked over to the cage. This thing only seemed capable of communicating if you looked directly at it. I wanted to speak with it, to see if peace was possible, this is the oath I follow. Never end a creature that can be negotiated with unless negotiations fall through. Rule 1 of my job really. Even if they are just self imposed rules. 
 
 Simon grabed me back. `` No, do n't talk to it, it can make you do things...'' 
 
 I looked at him, my eyes narrowing, `` Like what Simon, what have you done?'' 
 
 He backed away, staring at the ground he went to go sit in the corner. Clearly he wanted the subject dropped and would let me use my own judgement. 
 
 I went to the cage and for the first time peered in. What stood before me looked something like a man. And yet wholly different, completely alien. Uncanny valley is what I would have called it, to see it at a distance you would think it was a particularly tall person and yet nothing about it seemed human when you got close. 
 
 That is when I looked into its face. Or rather where the face should be, were it a man. What was there instead was some....void is the only word I can think of. A deep dark abyss contained in the centimeters that made up the beasts face. I saw my life, what would be the end of my life, it was mocking me. I saw Simon under the beasts compulsion stab me in the back, I heard him standing up, whispering sorry, felt the knife plunge into my back. 
 
 I heard the creatures voice laughing, telling horrible secrets that I can never utter for fear of bringing their darkness on the world. The true nature of all things, I think it drove me mad. I was supposed to be used to this kind of thing but it had me in its power, read the secrets of my organization like a book. And then it was done. I fell to the floor. Simon stood up, walked towards me, whispered that he was sorry but he had no choice. His new master had his soul and if he wanted to go to heaven it must be released. 
 
 It all seemed distant, unreal. I felt the world slipping away and I was bleeding. Simon opened the cage and followed his new Lord outside. He said a quick prayer over my body and fled into the night. 
 
 I would have died if not for the favour I called in. Simon did n't own a cabin. Never had, said he hated the woods, some nasty or another happened to his folks when he was a kid which was how he came to know the Bureau when my predecessors were hunting said nasty down. So something was up, he would never have come here willingly. And being the distrustful bastard I am I called in a friend. The creature never saw that part, did n't care about anything but the info on our people that I knew and then wanted me dealt with. 
 
 He showed up with just enough time to keep me alive and call in a rescue. And now here we are. 
 
 *** 
 
 `` Mr. Radigan, how can you be sure this creature did not read more about our organization?'' 
 
 `` Two reasons, One you weirdos structure it so we have limited contact with anyone, hell I do n't even know where we are or who any of you are. As for two...'' I sigh `` Its hard to describe, when... *It's* in your head its like you are remembering things, you know what it looks at because it does it by making you remember.'' 
 
 I hear them mumbling to each other, the debriefing agent presses a hand to his ear, The Bosses have a question for me. 
 
 `` Mr. Radigan'' He always begins like this. `` Is there any creature in any of our records that you know of that matches this Void Face you found?'' 
 
 I have to think about this, its not like I know every record of every thing that goes bump in the night that we have ever found. `` No, none that I've ever heard of''. 
 
 He tosses a black folder onto my bed. Bright red branded CLASSIFIED stamped on the folder, sealed with a rope. `` Well study up Mr. Radigan. This Void is your next assignement. He comprises one of ten beings that have haunted humanity since the dawn of creation. Fallen angels, old ones, dark ones, beasts, demons, they have taken many names. We have no idea what they are, or how to stop them. Your job is to stop this one. Good luck, you will need it.'' He unchained me and I was wheeled back to my recovery room. I picked up the folder and opened it once there. 
 
 *** 
 
 **CLASSIFIED OMEGA LEVEL SECURITY CLEARANCE REQUIRED** 
 
 The first page featured a picture of the creature, looking like something out of a horror movie. It was old too, maybe 60 years. 
 
 NAME: UNKNOWN 
 
 FIRST SPOTTED: January 12, 1648 
 
 DATE OF ORIGIN: Conception of Man. 
 
 NUMBER: 10 of 10 
 
 ABILITIES: Mind control, mind reading, limited future perception 
 ( knowledge of deaths ). 
 
 MEANS TO DESTROY: UNKOWN 
 
 *** 
 
 I had my work cut out for me. Maybe this assignment is why I was targeted. With any luck he saw his own end coming and tried to prevent it. Either way Simon was right, this is just one. Ten more things like this, surely God hates us.
