Arome was nervous, his feet slowly tapped a rhythm into the lobby floor as he waited for his turn to be called in for the interview. Like all men, past a certain age, you have to step up and start looking after yourself, get a job, pay the bills, maybe snag a babe and be all right.Except, of course, reality was a far different place than what most would imagine. 75% of the jobs are now automated by robotics and artificial intelligence. Any extra work or job that is usually only available is off the world, except, of course, you’re one of the lucky few to get a job in an earth corporation.That was saying something though, four years of college, studying Human and Powered Management Logistics. He had studied to be a supes manager, a course many people had called him foolish for picking. If he had power of his own, then it would not have been a problem. But therein lies the problem. If he had power of his own, why not join the hero League?Arome scoffed, the hero league was a joke, he’

Arome grunted as he gingerly touched his chest. The wounds were gone, though he could still feel the echoes of the pain he had had to endure. It was crazy, and it was wild, but yet he was still alive, he was still breathing. He looked at the buttons as they counted down, he had mistakenly pushed the button for the three hundred and ninety-second floor. Nowhere close to his goal of calling for help, from the C.O.O’s office.She never gave her name, so Arome had no idea who she was. Other than she was…well, would have been his boss. He doubted if, after everything that had happened today, he’d get a job here. The prerequisites for that is that they all have to survive the incredibly bad situation they have suddenly found themselves in. There was a loud bang followed by an incredibly loud screeching noise.The elevator came to a jarring halt as Arome removed his hands from his ears. That was weird. He could see that the building still had power. Why the hell was the elevator stopping? He

They had barely turned the corner when he woke up again. ‘Oww, they shot my eye.’ Arome thought to himself, as he took a second to reorient himself. The time between his resurrections could vary depending on the level of damage he had received. This is a theory of how this new power of his works. But from what he has been experiencing so far, it seems the interval between each regeneration was getting shorter and shorter. Almost as if he was building a resistance to a certain type of damage…or deaths.He waited, though it was best if they moved away, before he tried to find his way. The best way forward was the path of least conflict, not to mention the added caveat of him not dying again. ‘This is crazy.’ He sighed as he looked down at himself, he was a mess. His designer suit was ruined, and that was really annoying. Arome was a bit of a clean freak, but much more than that, the young man loved his suits, especially his business suits. Not that he didn’t wear or like other clothes,

It did not seem like a good idea to move about naked, the three hundred and thirty-fifth floor was still almost 30 floors down from the three-hundred-and sixty-seventh he was on. While he would rather not walk around naked, he did not have a choice. If he remained here, there was not a doubt, In his mind, that the cultists would come for him, and that was not an experience he was particularly looking forward to. Arome picked himself up and started moving towards the elevator, even with everything that had happened, he knew he still had to be vigilant. The goons were one thing, but those demon hounds were another.Arome tried to recall what he knew about demonic summoning. Those hounds probably only exist on this plane of existence due to possession. And there were certain frequencies and regents capable of disrupting that possession, unless he planned on setting a trap and leading the hounds to it. Those regents would be of no use to him, and that’s if he is able to find the regents a

An abandoned hallway loomed in solitude, the light fixtures on the ceiling went on and off at different intervals. But the silence within this hallway was chased away by the constant sound of gears grinding softly against each other. A grunt filled the air, giving life to an otherwise desolate environment. At the end of the hallways, the set of elevator doors opened a bit. A soft curse followed as a man’s fingers could be seen poking out from the slit between the doors. He made sure he had a good enough grip on the doors, then pushed them both to the side. A bloodied man crashed through the doors, quickly scrambling to his feet as he forced them back together again. And not a moment too soon, a loud impact from the other side pushed his hands off the door. But still they held, not even deforming from the attack, once again Arome was left in awe at just how sturdy Falcon-Eagle industry was. He was forced to give everything and some extra to pry the elevator doors open. He was almost no