1 PROLOGUE

THUD!

A loud crash resounded in the hallway. Voices and footsteps echoed in the hallway as a group of people burst into the large room where the sound was first heard.

"Second young master"

"Brother"

"Sir"

Three people burst into the room stumbling headfirst into the shelves filled with books, which concealed the dull, plain walls and a small reading desk. The chair was splintered and a body lay to the side.

"Broth... Urghk!!"

A young man about five years younger than the second young master, who was currently laying on the floor, stood there with his hands clasped over his mouth and a retching sound came out of his mouth.

The body on the floor was pale white, and it's eyes grey and empty, like it was unoccupied. It wasn't as though he'd died, more like his body was never occupied in the first place.

"Third young master, it would be advisable to stay away until this case has been resolved"

The old man, probably in his early thirties, spoke in a calming tone. Although it sounded insensitive, seeing as someone was dead, no one else was as broken as the butler right now.

He had been taking care of the young masters right from when they were born, so they were like junior brothers to him, but now he had no idea why the second young master had died.

"Yes, Boreas"

The youth turned away and slowly walked out from the library. His fists were shaking and his steps swayed. His eyes were covered in salty tears which clouded his vision and his blood was boiling. The pain was eating at him, but all he could do was cry.

In under 3 hours, news of the demise of the second young master of the Spiere family had spread across the city and rumors began to spread about the curse of the Spiere family.

All over the world, in different countries, people were dying and their corpses were identical to each other.

The police ruled their deaths as a suicide case and closed it. Riots broke out and mass hysteria was unavoidable.

Various theories broke out about the mysterious deaths and every social media and news channel had coverage over it.

~~~~~

"This will be fun"

A voice traversed the vast expanse of space extending to every end of its universe.

"#@$!, are you really doing this ?"

A feminine voice rang out questioningly.

"Hmph! Mind your business, #@$!"

The first voice snorted before replying sharply;

"Go back and manage your own sector. Don't you have more important things to do than bug me?"

The feminine voice, obviously not bothered enough to take the hint, replied in an emotionless tone once again;

"I only hope you know what you're messing with. We're supposed to watch over them not interfere"

"Hmph! They're in my sector, so I can transfer their souls if I want to. As long as they don't end up in another sector like that bastard #@$!*, everyone will be fine right?"

The feminine voice snorted before disappearing.

"Now, what will you guys show me? Hmm?"

The voice rang out once more before leaving as though nothing had happened.

~~~~~

On a certain planet, thousands of miles underground...

The hallway was poorly illuminated by the crystals which were embedded in the walls and ceilings.

The sounds of rattling chains came from one of the cells at the end of the hallway.

A figure could be made out in the dark with its long, dirty hair, stubby chin and hollow eyes. It was dressed in rags and chained to the wall.

The only thing that could be made of its arms and legs were bloody stumps with nails in them, to which the chains were connected.

An orange glow suddenly brightened up the poorly lit hallway. The sound of keys jangling awakened every prisoner from their cell and had them scurrying away from the guard - a dwarf knight with a chainmail vest, helmet and a mace.

"Oi! Shut yer' trap ye' bastards"

Behind the guard stood a small, teenager with a ball of flame in his hand. This was the light source that brightened up the hall. He was a mage, or to be more specific, a flame mage.

"Sir Gareth, are you sure this is a good idea?"

"What?! You wussin' out on me now boy! That's not a very good idea, I tell ya"

" Of course not, Sir Gareth "

"These bastards killed o'er a thousand people back then. I ain't ever gon' forget it. Didn't ya say they the reason for yer' revenge? Now's a good chance as any to deal a lot of pain to one of 'em'

The teenager sidestepped and allowed Gareth to open a cell - the one with the figure without arms or legs. With shaky hands, he got into the cell and got set to release a spell he'd been working on.

Gareth stood outside the cell, watching the teenager as he began his chant. He glanced over the prisoner who sat there with dull and hollow eyes and felt danger. His heart pounded against his ribs as his instincts told him something was wrong.

His eyes frantically scanned over the prisoner again, pausing to double check the chains in his shoulder and waist joints. His eyes glanced past the prisoners eyes and chubby cheeks and stubby chin once more as they began moving towards the wall before he stopped.

His heart skipped a beat as well as he realized what the problem was - how the hell does a starving prisoner have chubby cheeks?!

"Oi Kid! Get away fro-"

His sentence was shortened as the prisoner pushed up against the ground with his stubs and released the thing in his mouth unto the face of the unsuspecting kid.

A dark mist passed across the face of the boy, before he collapsed on the ground. His body was shriveled up and dried, like he had been cremated.

Psshh!!!

A sizzle sound rang out as the mist was absorbed into the prisoner and his stubs began to regrow. In under 2 seconds, the prisoner's arms and legs had grown halfway and he knocked into the incoming Gareth before spraying his mist all around the cell.

Pssh--

The sound came to an end as the prisoner's arms and legs had full regrown. The nails were now in his palms and he tossed them to the side.

" Aahh! It's been so long"

He turned to look at the corpses one the ground before closing his eyes and muttering to himself. The black mist surrounded him as cracking and popping sounds filled the air.

A dwarf wearing a chainmail vest and a helmet, while carrying a mace, made his way to the door at the other end of the hallway.

"Time for my big break"

The dwarf mumbled while grinning eerily...