Chaotic World 2 - Identity Unknown

A man was sitting behind a desk with a window behind him. The room was a larger room that was well crafted.

Outside of this room there were various workers. Some were gardeners, some were bodyguards who were patrolling the area.

Inside the room the man was in there could be expensive items to be seen all around. Even the flooring was made of a rare material that ordinary citizens couldn't obtain even if they were to work for 20 years of their life.

Just as the man got up to leave the room he suddenly felt chills and his heart began to race. He couldn't move even a step further without feeling impending doom.

"I'm going to die!.. What is this?" The man panicked internally as his face began to become pale as a ghost.

"Count Livingson. I've heard some interesting facts about you.." A voice spoke from behind the man.

"Who are you?! Where are my guards?" The count managed to shakingly ask.

"I permit you to look behind you." The voice said.

The count gulped as he took a deep breath and slowly turned his head around to the direction the voice was coming from.

Outside the window everybody was still as if time had stopped. The only thing still moving was the figure he laid his eyes upon. It was a strange man in a black cloak with his face mysteriously shaking to hide his identity.

"Surprise! You can't tell who I am even if you look! Iiiidiot." The stranger taunted the count.

"W-what are you here for sir- no, lord!" The count desperately asked in an attempt to live.

"Like I said. I heard some interesting facts about you recently that made me pay you a visit." The stranger explained as he walked forward towards the count. With each step of this man the counts heart would shudder and recoil in fear.

"Y-yeah? Like what?" The count gulped as he subconsciously lowered his head in terror.

The stranger reached the counts ear and whispered.

"I heard your son is secretly alive."

The count suddenly looked up and ignored all fear he had prior.

The strange man jumped back to his starting position with his laugh.

"How do you know that? WHO TOLD YOU?!" The count demanded to know.

"Oh? What happened to the respect?" The cloaked man teased as he twirled his finger upward and a dagger appeared just above his finger.

"Well, it is kind of ironic isn't it? Count Livingson's son is living? Hahaha!"

As the man twirled his finger the dagger followed the direction perfectly as if they were apart of eachother.

"Kill me. I don't care anymore, but I won't speak a word of my son!" The count said with a sudden burst of bravery.

"Oh.. I don't have to worry about that. You see.. I've already killed your son." The mysterious figure suddenly said in a serious tone.

"YOU KILLED HIM?! WHO-"

Before the count could continue he felt excruciating warmth in his chest. He slowly looked down to see that the dagger was now in his chest.

The mysterious figure was also pointing directly at the count's chest in accordance with the dagger.

The figures face then became clear to see by the count.

"Y-you! You're Garen's-" The counts mouth was shut by the figures hand as he was shushed and laid down flat on the ground, now nothing more than a corpse.

"Hahaha! Watching the lights in their eyes fade away is always the most fun! Don't you agree? My God?"

Two large eyes appeared in front of the figure as they ripped through space. They stared into the figure's soul and then disappeared soon after.

"Tch. Always so secretive. Whatever, he'll tell me my next mission once he's ready." The figure then teleported out of the area.

As soon as he left time returned to normal. Nobody would discover the Count's body until two hours had passed.

The mysterious man was now walking through the crowds of the city as if he had not committed any crime. Not even a tinge of guilt could be seen within his strides.

'Now there are only two targets left that know of my God.. They are the hardest targets so I thought I'd save them for last. But just how am I going to pull this off..' The man sighed as he threw the thoughts to the back of his head and entered a local bar and drank until he passed out and was carried to one of the beds.

A few hours later there was a knock on this man's door. There were two cultivators on the other side and their goal was to rob this drunken man. A goal that wouldn't come to fruition.

They busted the door open as they stepped in, only to have their heads immediately cut off. Blood erupted from their necks like fountains. They didn't even have time to scream.

"I like my sleep, thanks."