Deck Chronicles : A good surprise

Omni pov

After having some sleep he woke up and he felt disgusted seeing the room he is in

Raymond's bedroom was a sight to behold, a spacious and opulent retreat that exuded luxury. The room was adorned with rich, dark wooden furniture, including a grand four-poster bed that stood as the centerpiece. The bed was adorned with silky, high-thread-count sheets and plush pillows, promising a night of indulgent comfort.

The walls were adorned with intricate tapestries depicting ancient battles and mythical creatures, adding an air of majesty to the room. Soft, ambient lighting emanated from elegant crystal chandeliers hanging overhead, casting a warm glow that gently illuminated the space.

A large, ornate mirror adorned one of the walls, reflecting the room's grandeur and adding a sense of depth to the already expansive area. Nearby, a beautifully crafted vanity held an array of grooming essentials, reflecting the attention to detail and sophistication present throughout the room.

However, despite the lavishness of the surroundings, there was a distinct lack of comfort that seemed to permeate the space. The oversized bed felt cold and distant, lacking the inviting warmth that one would expect. The room, while expansive, lacked a sense of coziness, as if it was designed more for display than for true relaxation.

The cool, marble floors gave off an air of elegance, but their hardness seemed to suck away any sense of warmth or comfort. The imposing size of the room created an echo that amplified the feeling of emptiness, making it seem more like a museum than a sanctuary.

Raymond, as he entered the room, couldn't help but feel a sense of disconnect. Despite the luxurious trappings, the room failed to resonate with him on a deeper level. It lacked the personal touches and warmth that he longed for, leaving him with a feeling of unease and a desire for something more genuine.

He longed for a space that reflected his true self, a haven where he could unwind and find solace. The grandeur of the room paled in comparison to the need for comfort and authenticity. Perhaps it was time for a change, a transformation of his surroundings that mirrored the transformation happening within himself.

As Raymond retired from the bed, he couldn't shake the feeling of discontent. Despite the plushness of the mattress and the softness of the sheets, he found himself yearning for a simpler, more intimate space that would envelop him in a sense of belonging and tranquility.

In the midst of the lavishness that surrounded him, he dreamt of a bedroom that would be a true reflection of his innermost desires and aspirations. A space that embraced him with open arms and allowed him to truly unwind and recharge. It was a yearning for a sanctuary that matched his evolving self, a place where he could find true comfort and peace.

After having enough of thinking about the room he went to the kitchen to have breakfast

He made himself a coup of coffe with an omelet

'Raymond...' Began the conversation Ra

'What?...' Thought raymond a little tired

'I was thinking of something...' Said Ra

'Of what Ra? ... ' Asked raymond a little curious

' I ... I, I think i can exit your body an exist outside with another form' Said Ra excited

"... WHAT!!!" Said raymond in loud voice nearly spitting all of his coffe on the table

'?' Ra made an expresion on raymond´s mind

' Look... I´ll show you' Replied ra , as rebond began to feel like a warm of flames withing him

And before he knew , a fire ball was begining to form outside his body

He didn´t wait much as the next second the fire ball explode revealing a golden bird inside

Raymond tried to keep his stoic face but failed miserably

Ra look at him with an expression that said 'praise me'

"... When did you find that you could do this?" Raymond said as he ignored Ra

Ra kept quiet facing raymond´s question

"*sigh* You look great and are a genius for discovering this ... you are a creature with a great amount of intellect" Said raymond as he just wishes this is over and Ra can answer his question

"Well ... I accept the compliment raymond , and answering the question from before , this morning i instinctively knew i could do this " Replied ra as he flew to raymond´s shoulder

" You know... *sigh* Never mind that , is there anything that i need to know?" Asked raymond tiredsly as the theatrics of ra knew no limits

"Mmm... there is something , but i will say that to you later as you have to read Marcus diary and collect info as you have quite a "Suprise " for some people" Said ra while giving him an innocent look that didn´t seem so innocent in raymond´s diary as ra was discussing revenge , torture and killing with an innocent of an infant , only he knew how sadic and macabre was Ra in reality

Because he was just ,if not worse than ra

After finishing his breakfast, Raymond made his way to a quiet study within the complex . The room was filled with shelves upon shelves of books, casting a warm, intellectual ambiance. He settled into a comfortable armchair, a worn leather-bound diary resting in his hands.

As he opened the diary, the pages whispered with the weight of hidden secrets. The meticulous handwriting of Marcus filled the pages, a testament to the man's attention to detail. Raymond's eyes scanned the entries, absorbing the knowledge that lay within.

Within the diary's pages, he found a wealth of information about the traitors who had infiltrated their ranks. Marcus had painstakingly documented their names, affiliations, and the extent of their treachery. Each entry revealed the depth of deception that had threatened their organization, painting a vivid picture of the enemies they faced.

Raymond's expression remained stoic, his eyes focused and devoid of any emotion. He absorbed every word, committing the information to memory. The weight of the revelations settled upon his shoulders, fueling his resolve to bring a "Surprise"to those who had betrayed their trust.

As he closed the diary, the gravity of the situation weighed heavily upon him. The knowledge he now possessed placed him at a pivotal crossroad, where the path of vengeance intersected with the responsibility of leadership. He understood that the burden of exposing the traitors and restoring order fell upon his shoulders.

With newfound knowledge within him, Raymond rose from the armchair and made his way to the large map hanging on the study wall. The map depicted the sprawling network of the organization and its connections. He traced his finger along the intricate web, plotting his course of action.

Armed with the information from Marcus's diary, Raymond knew he had the means to confront the traitors head-on. He understood that the path ahead would be treacherous and fraught with danger, but he was prepared to face it. The diary had provided him with a roadmap to all of the traitors as well as the other people and organizations that participate in this assault, and he was very much decided to follow it to its rightful conclusion.

Raymond's eyes narrowed as he set the diary down on the desk. The time for action had come, and he was ready to reclaim what had been stolen. With the knowledge of the traitors' identities burning in his mind, he left the study, his steps purposeful and resolute.

The journey ahead would be filled with challenges and uncertainty, but Raymond was fueled by revenge and an unwavering desire for power. The diary had unlocked a world of secrets, propelling him into a dangerous game where trust would be tested and allegiances would be shattered.

As he walked down the halls of the complex, a renewed sense of purpose emanated from him. With each step, he moved closer to confronting the traitors, prepared to unleash the full force of his resolve. Raymond was now armed not only with knowledge but also with the cold and inhuman determination to torture and killthe traitors and loot all they have power , money and more importantly knowledge , he will take all out of them.

With Marcus's diary as his guide, Raymond set forth on a path that would reshape the fate of their organization and redefine his own destiny.