4 CHAPTER 4

CHAPTER 4

Years Gone By..

Just as he took off the mask, he held it by the side of his face and it hovered in the air and moved just as the figure moved.

He looked into the eyes of the man and he dropped to his knees. Blood and swellings dancing over his bloated face. 

His eyes widened in awe as a quick flashback occurred to him. 

He looked into the eyes of the creature before him and instantly saw a moment unknown. 

...the moment below;

He withdrew his arm as he targeted someone with the shot of an arrow. 

"Arkaylia!" A figure yelled before jumping in the way, therefore got pierced through by the sharp tip of the arrow. 

He came back to his consciousness and just as he was on his knees, out of the void of Puppet Lord's garment, channeled through his wrist area, a blade slit out with blood all over by its edge. 

The unknown man dropped to the floor as his blood coated his red rug with his blood. His wife's hand dropped instantly marking her death and just by the door, the young male child that was seen earlier sobbed at what he saw. 

Sight rolled over to catch a glimpse and instantly, no figure in reference and relativeness to the creature, addressed as the Puppet Lord, or Puppeteer was seen. 

"Mummy!" The child yelled as he ran into the bloody room, marked with the blood of his father and his mother.

The scene instantly got engulfed with darkness and nothing more was displayed.

Fifteen Years Later.

In the midst of the darkness, a new and different locale sprung up. Another creature was seen floating with the aid of a concrete pallet. 

His skin was totally grey and he possessed luminous white hair. His speed was incomprehensible and quite a bit of him was seen, until he settled right before a vast lush and spacious white brick Victorian house. 

The sun was already seen making its way above the thick mist of a previous nightfall.

Mar, as the name goes, took out a foot and from the floors which had leaves scattered around it, a brick like a stairway instantly formed.

He stepped down from the concrete pallet which instantly turned to dust after his feet were taken off from it. 

"Years gone by and still they haven't made peace with the blood they shed!" "How...foolish!" Mar uttered with a smirk as he had his face down. 

Part of his face, most precisely his lip area was caught from an angle where his hair covered almost all of his side view. 

Just as he stood still, little details not observed earlier were seen clearly. Having a golden plate running in the midst of his breast area of his garment and red eyes that seemed like it smouldered. 

He folded his right palm into a tight fist and opened up his left palm. He brought the two together before slowly bowing his head. 

He raised his face up at the colossal building before him and he saw through every door and window the house was enshrouded by. 

His body seemed to have undergone a quick glitch effect but it wasn't just a glitch. He phases through the fabric of reality, thus, teleporting himself from the exterior of the house to its interior.

Nothing from the interior perspective of the house was seen as sight didn't move further behind Mar. 

Just a soothing sound that described gore.... 

Yells of pain, body ripped apart, bones shattering, bodies being clashed against hard surfaces. 

The sight of the camera managed to catch a glimpse from the curtained window of the dining table and the actions were in no manner pleasing to a mere human eye. As seen there were five individuals on a wide dining table filled with all manners of riches. Two were dead already. The three peered around like they had no idea what was occurring. They slowly stood from the seats Mar speedily phased through the body of one, uprooted his heart before slitting his throat all within a time limit of less than a second. 

His movements were so unexpected that no one could know where his next attack was coming from.

He appeared again before one of the last two given men. 

His last words were...

"Please, please." "Don't do this!" We shall make our pea..." Before all the words could spill out of his lips which seemed wretched to Mar, he scattered his face with deep marks before finally slapping out his oesophagus. This was caught slowly and all details displayed through the curtain which had a golden reflection.

He positioned his fingers like the claw of a cat, then instantly casted it against the throat of the man before tearing it out from his neck. Blood splashed against the curtain where the view of the 'watch camera' was fixed.

The last of all was one, fat (as the word best describes his looks) man, that seemed like he was the maker or rather, originator of the feast and the owner of the house. As his looks were like the best of all livestock to feed on, Mar sure did save him for the last. A last glance was caught at the edge of a smaller table in the living room. It was a card which on it was written;

"4th Commander Of The Anti Magus Community." 

...with a signature right under the name : Samel Elifik. 

Camera sight instantly rolled up and was focused on the thick trees and the rising sun before the yells of the last man rose to the sky. 

The birds chirped and flew from their given trees before the lights faded.

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