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Uroboros the Gelatinous Nightling

Albert Whisker
Legacy Name: Albert Whisker

The Reborn Tigrean
Owner: Wesker

Age: 50 years, 9 months, 3 weeks

Born: December 31st, 1969

Adopted: 50 years, 9 months, 3 weeks ago (Legacy)

Adopted: December 31st, 1969 (Legacy)

Pet Spotlight Winner
August 21st, 2018


  • Level: 403
  • Strength: 1,013
  • Defense: 513
  • Speed: 2,200
  • Health: 800
  • HP: 800/800
  • Intelligence: 1,102
  • Books Read: 1077
  • Food Eaten: 0
  • Job: Certified Mad Scientist

The Arrogant One


Complete global saturation.

Albert Wesker watches the video displayed on one of the softly glowing security monitors in the control room. It's the live feed from the elevator he rode 30 minutes ago. He sees Chris Redfield and Sheva Alomar from the B.S.A.A reloading their guns, ready for the next fight ahead of them. Chris Redfield, his long-standing adversary from the past, is once again two steps behind.

He smirks at the monitor. "So, you've made it this far." As much as he loathes his once comrade, he can't help but admire his determination. Chris probably even figured out a way to save Jill. No matter, they will all be dead soon anyway.

"Too bad you won't make it much further."

Albert tears his gaze away from the monitor. The smirk slowly fades from his face as a vivid memory comes back to him. An image of Spencer's mansion flashes in his mind's eye as he begins to relive the memory.

It is a cold and stormy evening when he finally manages to track down Spencer. Doctor Oswell E. Spencer was one of the founders of the Umbrella Corporation, a pharmaceutical company used as a front to manufacture bio organic weapons. He was also Wesker's personal mentor. Spencer had a certain affinity for mansions and had this mansion in Europe made as an exact replica of his estate in the Arklay Mountains, the lunatic. Through information obtained from Richard Irving, Albert was able to find Spencer's location. Upon arriving, he brutally murders the old man's guards. Spencer is in his study. The man is old and frail; Spencer is permanently confined in his wheelchair, wires attached to his wrists and head monitor his vitals. Far from shocked at Albert's presence standing in the doorway, the old man 's eyes light up with delight.

A barely audible laugh that turns into a raspy cough escapes the old man's lips before he speaks. "You're back...."

"You knew I would come?" If Wesker had his doubts about Spencer before, he didn't know what to make of him now. This feeble, old man had expected Albert to find him. In that moment, Wesker realizes Spencer had controlled everything that transpired with Umbrella. Even Wesker's own actions had been manipulated by this deceitful man. After all these years, Wesker understands the source of his anxiety.

He slowly walks into the study towards the grinning old fool. "You're going to tell me everything."

The grin only grows wider. "Of course."

Spencer begins to unfold his true goal to Wesker - the evolution of mankind. The development of bio organic weapons was being used to force the evolution of mankind. In order to achieve his dream, three things were necessary: The Progenitor virus, the Umbrella Corporation, and the Wesker Children Project. The Progenitor virus was a key component. Without it, his dreams for evolution would be no more than a conceptual idea. The virus would make his new subjects of evolution faster, smarter, stronger, and better than the rest. Using the Umbrella Corporation to manufacture bio weapons was the perfect method of conducting the research he needed on the Progenitor virus. Any profits that were gained through Umbrella's research were merely an added bonus. All that remained was Wesker himself.

Lightning flashes overhead as the storm outside grows in intensity. Wesker paces around Spencer's wheelchair as the decrepit man continues to unveil the truth.

"...a new superior breed of humans given birth by the Progenitor virus." A pause while he catches his breath. "The Wesker children were entrusted with endless potential."

Wesker walks over to one of the large windows behind Spencer and watches as the rain beats against the glass. "Of them only one survived. You." Another flash of lightning, followed by a clap of thunder.

Wesker turns his attention away from the window as the realization hits him. It was Spencer that had Wesker kidnapped and parents murdered when he was almost too young to remember. Spencer that planted the dreams of evolution in his head, making him think they were his own ambitions. The virus that his old colleague, William Birkin, had given him to "cheat death" was also Spencer's doing. It was in fact the experimental virus meant to screen out the more gifted of the Wesker children from the rest and Albert had willingly administered it to himself.

In order to keep the children under his control, Spencer engineered a fail-safe into the virus. All Wesker children were programmed to seek out Spencer. This manifested itself in the form of anxiety. What Spencer failed to realize is that it was only the mystery of the source for the unsettling feelings that truly kept him safe. Now that the mystery was solved, Albert no longer felt the need to restrain himself.

Albert clenches his right hand into a fist as his jaw tightens. "Are you saying I was manufactured?"

Spencer's raspy voice grows louder. His words are clear now "I was to become a god!" He coughs or chuckles after that, Wesker couldn't care less.

"Creating a new world with an advanced race of human beings. However, all was lost in Raccoon City. Despite that set back, your creation still holds great significance." Spencer has another coughing fit before he continues, "Now my candle burns dimly."

As Spencer slowly rises from his wheelchair, Wesker leaves the window and walks back towards Spencer. His pace is slow as he tries to control his boiling temper. This arrogant old fool honestly thought himself a God? Spencer's gaze is distant as Wesker walks up behind him. He is too busy contemplating his frail situation to realize the impending doom that has now fallen upon him.

"Ironic isn't it?" Spencer continues, "For one who has the right to be a face his own mortality."

He finally turns around to see Wesker standing there, towering over him. The color slowly drains from his face when he meets Wesker's gaze. The grin is gone completely now as he sees his fate and realizes his mistake. His last mistake.

"The right to be a God..." Wesker mocks. His eyes glow bright red right before he thrusts his right arm through Spencer's chest. His hand cuts clean through the old man's back as if it were cutting through paper. He leans in close to Spencer's ear as Spencer grimaces in pain. "That right is now mine."

Albert finally releases Spencer and the old man crumbles to the floor at his feet, dead. Blood is everywhere, flowing in a steady stream out of the deep hole in the dead man's chest cavity. Wesker continues his reproving of the dead man, a final insult to Spencer's very existence.

"The right to be a God. You? Arrogant even until the end." Thunder continues to rumble overhead. Wesker sneers, "Only one truly capable of being a God deserves that right."

The memory fades as Albert's mind is brought back to present day. He still has a lot of work to do. His last words to Spencer will not go in vain. He will birth a new world to rule over as its creator. He will exterminate the weak to make room for the worthy. Humanity is a disease, bringing itself one step closer to self destruction with every passing day. Uroboros will weed out the good stock from the chaff. No more will the Earth be plagued by this disease.

"The right...with Uroboros, I have that right"

Story written by Wesker with inspiration and dialogue from Capcom's Resident Evil 5.

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You and your disgusting sense of righteousness are pathetic. Good bye old friend

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