Professor Lambert Henny was the type of man that couldn't grow a beard, even at the age of forty-five, and looked like he found a closet full of his great-great-grandfather's wardrobe and decided to adapt into them. Colonel Robert Hayes was in a steel-grey elevator with him, his arms crossed as he studied the man in front of him. He was taller than the professor. A neat man with brushed light brown hair, hair that looked too soft and too thin.
"You're quite pale for a man from California." said the Colonel. "Sit inside much?"
"I'm photosensitive," Lambert stated. "My skin is fragile but my ego and self-esteem are quite intact, Colonel."
"You're good at what you do?" the Colonel asked, ignoring much of what Lambert said.
"If I wasn't I wouldn't be here." the professor retorted.
"You better be." The warning angered the man from California.
"You may be a man of action but I am a man of science. I've studied my entire life and I tend to theorize and test equations, of whatever nature they may be, before jumping on to conclusions. From what I gather, during our brief and hopefully short confrontation, is that you are a man who was called upon a job but was unable to fulfil the necessary requirements needed of you. They, whoever may be, then found it more suitable to recruit me to achieve a better solution to the issue at hand."
The elevator door opened with a quiet but audible bell sound. The professor was presented to a hallway covered in black marble with greyish streaks flowing like newly added milk in coffee. There was only one door at the end. Two guards stood at either side of the entrance, their legs spread and hands behind their back. As they walked closer, the guards saluted the Colonel and opened the door. The professor had a small leather handbag with him that he had slung over his shoulder and was resting one of his arms on top of it. He immediately grabbed hold of it with both his hands when he saw what was in the room.
A beautiful tanned lady was subdued by what he recognised as AG handcuffs but was sitting happily on a chair they had provided behind a wooden desk. The rest of the room shared the design of many military offices of higher ranked officials. The professor immediately felt sweat trickling down the back of his head and back.
"Oooooh my God, is she a D-D-DEMIGOD!?" he stuttered.
"Take a seat." The Colonel pushed him forward. "She's harmless." The Demigod gave an irritated look at the Colonel. There was only one chair on the other side of the table.
"Am I to have a one-on-one with her?" the professor whispered.
"Sit." The Colonel firmly insisted through his teeth.
The Demigod kept smiling as the pale man took his seat. He brought up his leather bag to his chest and wrapped his arms around it for protection and then leaned forward over the table.
"I don't know what they've done to you, but I had nothing... nothing to do with it. I promise!" he hissed. The Demigod replied with one raised eyebrow.
"Jesus Christ," the Colonel exclaimed. "Say something to the man before he pisses himself. This is a top secret facility and we don't have any clean-up crew." The Demigod smiled.
"Hi." She said. The professor squealed and quickly leaned back in his chair, still holding onto his handbag. "My name is Maha Azim and I need your help."
"Need my help?" he repeated.
"Yes."
"Um, I'm just a professor at the uni..."
"God Particles." she interrupted. His breathing slowed down as he began to study her.
"What about them?" he curiously asked.
"I need to know your theory on them. Everything you've got."
"Why?"
"Because the world is in danger."
"You don't say." he chuckled mockingly. "There's a world war going on right now."
"You don't understand. The world is in danger. Not the nations... the world."
"Ok? I'm going to need specifics to your question then. Your inquiry on God Particles isn't a question I can answer with a simple yes or no."
"Alright. Where do you think God Particles came from?" she asked.
"The second Big Bang, of course."
"But where did they really come from?"
Professor Lambert Henny put aside his handbag and leaned on the table with his hands clasped together.
"Why do I get the feeling I'm not going to sleep well tonight?" The Demigod looked at the Colonel and then back at him.
"Why was there a second Big Bang, professor?" she asked in return. Lambert slowly nodded his head, sucking his lips in between his teeth.
"Ok. You guys want to go down the rabbit hole? Suit yourself." Everyone suddenly shifted into a more comfortable position. They all knew they were about to be fed information that would not be available to everyone. This is where it all got real.
"God Particles..." Professor Henny began. "According to the world of science, nothing existed before the Big bang. I'm a man of science, this is what I firmly believe, but there are times when I believe something else. The earth is four-point-five billion years old. Humans have been around for about two to three-hundred-thousand years. That is nothing. We're a speck of dust in the pages of the history of our world. Cleopatra is closer to our time than the pyramids are." He turned around to face the Colonel who was towering beside him. "I'm going to need some tea... or water." He changed his mind after reading the military man's face.
"The Big Bang is our mother, our father. It gave birth to us. It gave birth to everything. The creations that spewed from the mouth of the explosion took millions of years to become what they are today. Their characteristics are all unique and although they are quite different from each other, every element in this universe respects one another. But you ask of God Particles... Real God Particles, not the Higgs Boson. The God Particles give its user a fraction of a branch that is the power of the equation of life. Do you follow?" Maha nodded in reply. "Good." A soldier brought in a glass of water and placed it to the right of the professor. "Excellent." He tasted the water and then studied the glass while making the water whirl within it. "This water is permanent. No matter how much we drink it, it will never cease to exist. This has come from the Higgs Boson. The God Particle that bonds with what I assume to be our souls can create water from absolutely nothing and stay permanently in the real world. It doesn't borrow reality. It creates reality."
"So where does this information lead us to?" Maha asked.
"We don't have the full picture here. Or... we do but it's quite blurry if I dare say so. What we can do is take a fragment of this picture and study it until we can sharpen the image." Professor Lambert looked back at the Corporal once more. "Do you guys have a whiteboard?"
After a few minutes of waiting, two soldiers wheeled in an old-school whiteboard much to the professor's delight. He immediately stood up, grabbed a marker, and began drawing a rough sketch of what looked like a tree.
"Our theory is this." He pointed at one branch. "This is the branch of fire and everything else that shares similar characteristics." He started to draw lines through it. "If we divide this into thousands and thousands of pieces, and call them God Particles, and give one piece to one soul, that soul will now hold the power of fire." Maha's eyes shot wide open, immediately realising where the professor was going with this. "This branch is water. This one air. This one earth. This one knowledge. This one power, vitality, speed, the list goes on and on."
"What would happen, should someone be able to procure an entire branch?" Maha asked.
"This person could unleash Godly powers that could end the world." The professor suddenly realised what this was all about. "Someone's trying to get all the God Particles!? That would be catastrophic!"
"It would." Maha agreed.
Everyone stared in silence at the tree on the whiteboard. Even the Colonel didn't say a word.
"Professor... what are the chances of someone finding all the God Particles?"
"Oh that would be impossible," he answered, calming Maha's rapidly beating heart. "Not all of the God Particles landed here on Earth. There are still thousands scattered around our solar system."
"But what if someone did? What would happen?" Professor Lambert bit his thumb as he thought about an answer.
"We would cast out all religion. There would be a new God, to be quite frank." he fretted.
"Professor," Maha stood up from her seat. "I need your help and anyone who can aid us in stopping Demigods from getting too much power on their hands."
"How do I know we're not just helping you to get all this power?" he questioned.
"Because I have no desire to live. I only wish to help and then..."
"Help us bring down General Arcadeus." The Colonel finally spoke. "What you do after that is beyond my attention span because once Arcadeus is out of the picture... You're still my enemy."
"I don't care, Colonel. This power I have... No one should have it."
"So what... We're teaming up with Demigods to take down Demigods? That's ludicrous!" Professor Lambert objected.
"Arcadeus cannot be brought down with weapons intended for humans..." Maha stated. "You need a Demigod to handle your Demigod problem..."
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