The Cloak Of Mystery
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"EXCHANGE!!"
*ZOOM*
*BOOM*
Jin's body wrecked into the ground. His neck twisted and his limbs cracked, echoing and announcing its destruction as it came eye to eye, hand in hand, and leg with a leg with the ground.
Blood sprayed all around the ground as Jin Wrack's body plummeted down to the floor, twisting and tumbling until every bone in his body had been razed from validity.
It was a gruesome scene to behold.
The death of Jin Wrack... had just occurred.
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Jin Wrack
3003 - 3021
"He was a great man... May his soul rest in peace."
The blonde boy after praying dusted off his white shirt and adjusted his tie.
He then commenced his stride towards the enormous coliseum which seemed to be calling out to him.
No really.
Someone inside the coliseum was calling out to him.
"Roll No 60. Jin Wrack"
It was the headmaster.
"Well wasn't that a bit too real?..."
The blonde asked himself as he zeroed the distance between the stairs to the entrance.
"All I forgot to do was to say 'Destroy'... and bam... the clone explodes!!. But if it's this real, then I might have an idea to use this explicitly... Hehe..."
*Step*
What Jin was speculating was that he forgot to call off and eradicate his clone. Which resulted in the complete obliteration of his duplicate.
Yes, As per his powers said, his clones were pretty much synonymous with the real being. Which meant It even had blood, organs, senses, etc.
Which meant, Gravity!! As well as Physics existed in its dictionary.
It was not the end. It was just seconds ago that Jin realized that if he wanted to, then he could furnish his clones with the ability to think. To a maximum of 95 percent.
The power to speculate would help his clones to perform what it wants, but once it's designer or creator commands, it'll have to, without any objection, obey to the demands.
*Step*
"Watching me die in real life is, I am not gonna lie, it's pretty shocking alright..."
He mumbled as he climbed his way to the Coliseum vestibule.
"But, I'll soon have to hunt... and even kill my way through if I've got to survive and achieve what you want. Isn't it? Mr. Delo?"
The blonde inquired as he arrived at the pinnacle to which the stairs led.
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"....."
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"..."
[.... You are a crazy bastard alright!!]
"Hehe... So you weren't pissed after all?"
[Heh?. Who do you take me for? I'm the Demon Lord... Even to enrage me, one must have the status of an Angel at the bare minimum... Who are you brat... Makes me laugh pfft]
"Ah... So to make you shut up... I don't have to brandish status huh...*Whistle* *Whistle*"
[.....]
~The Demon Lord has gone silent. He has refrained from uttering a single word for the time being~
"I repeat... Roll No 60!!. Jin Wrack!!"
The Headmaster roared to the audience yet again.
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"Jin Wrack..."
Jin roared from the vestibule he was standing on.
"Present!"
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In the Continent Of Absara, Deep in the Middle East.
Desert Maxima.
The sand swirled and swiveled together with the hot, burning squall which scurried through the huge mounds of sand that was just as amassed in the indistinguishable manner in which the fresh assemblage of sand grains was arriving.
To all the fours, the kilometers of sand engulfed and pranced around. There was no sign of a single being in that very barren land ruled by heterogeneous particles.
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As the sand shuffled through the air, grabbing its neighbors along with it in the vigorous wind, a mound of sand, synonymous with others slowly fell to its sides and joined the sand on the floor as if it had been insulating an enormous secret.
No.
It wasn't a simile...
Instead, ...
It was a metaphor!!.
Just as the sand gave out from the top, a vestibule made of ancient stone stood erect amongst the knolls of sand.
It stood tall, at a length of ten meters. The door seemed to have strange scribblings on them, but what enticed the huge stone slab door was a star in the color of black which was the biggest craft subsisting on the door.
The door was shut tight, or it seemed.
...
The usual and peaceful wind, which was carrying out its job ferrying sand around, picked up the pace and went feral as an entity constructed itself and materialized from the air, landing in front of the closed door.
The skin of the mysterious being was enveloped inside a hooded cloak which reflected brown when the burning afternoon sun hit on its fabric.
"Patentibus" ~ Latin
"Open" ~ English
The man shrouded by the mysterious cloak uttered Latin, his palm opened before his sight.
*Creak*
The door, which was made of stone and old for its age, took its time in unlocking itself as the unidentified man decreed a spell.
*Step*
*Step*
*Step*
The door reiterated the same as it took its time to close behind the cloaked man as he walked inside the dusty path made of the same stone as the door.
*Step*
*Step*
*Step*
His steps were audible and clear as each of them echoed for a second and ricocheted off the walls which faced each other in the narrow course through which the well built man sauntered.
The trail was thin. It was thin to the extent that one could not manage to pass through the path without rubbing one's shoulders at least once against the sandy and dusty walls.
But...
The struggle which the mysterious man put up with to walk through the narrow path was soon rewarded to him with a massive admittance as soon as he reached the trail end which led to an enormous and spacious tract.
"WELCOME BACK DEMON PRINCE MAMMON!!"
Denizens of voices echoed inside the enormous establishment. Their voice ricocheted off the walls situated deep inside the gloaming, gloomy space which was only lit up by candles... and by the flaming skulls of the hell bulls which were rare monsters captured from spazes.
A throng of almost a thousand cloaked people, whose faces were swathed inside the shadows of the hood bowed down before the mysterious man on their knees and greeted him with a salutation unique only to them.
Everyone fixed their right knee on the barren rocky ground as the other one sharpened towards the roof. Both of their hands were clasped together and the fingers were interlocked and clamped together inside the ball of fists they made with both of their hands.
The clamped palms were then balanced perfectly on top of the left knee cap as they bowed their head and brought their eyes down to the ground.
Everyone did the same, Everyone... except a man who had his hood cast open. The man was old... very old that his skin proved his age to be in the late eighties.
The Old man stood his ground on an elevated rostrum on which a table was carved out of pure rock and stone and fixed.
The table possessed a book consisting of thousands of sheets. Dozens of scrolls were opened and displayed, it was let to fall throughout the table and on to the ground.
Behind the old man was a humongous star, sprayed in the color of black. It was suspended in the air with the help of a stone hook that projected from the rocky ceiling. It was probably carved out of the stone roof itself.
He, the old man, seemed to have a smile on his face as he trained his eyes on the hooded man who stood firmly meters away from him. He opened his mouth to speak.
"You have finally returned..."
*Pause
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*Pause
"William"
His voice, carrying the old complexion of his age, piped up to the man in the hood.
And just as the old man ended his words...
he, the cloaked man laughed, the reverb in his voice sent a chill down the spines of the people kneeling before his vision.
He grabbed the torch which was settled on the holder, fixed on the wall, right beside him, and brought it closer to his face inside the hood.
The crackling fire illuminated his face, starting from his smooth jaw lined chin to his nostrils. The radiance from the fire torch clouded over his face's upper facet.
The crowd before him was petrified.
What petrified the knelt population before the man was just not his presence...
But the extreme pressure which his glinting, crimson red eyes that exhibited themselves through the hood's pall invoked in them.
"It wasn't as fun as I imagined it would be..."
The man spoke, lifting his head along with his cloak, shadowing his face a bit more than before. His deep voice amassed a thick and arousing rasp within.
"Killing a Hunter Monarch..."
He embarked with his words but paused.
"to be honest..."
he continued after a second of the hypothesis inside his mind.
"was pretty boring..."
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Author Notes.
There you go. The character which one of my reader and me have been planning on. That is also why I stalled the release for yesterday.
There's more to come of this character and I'm excited.
If you want to do the same thing and create a character of your own for my story. Then don't forget to join my discord from the link which I provided on my profile.
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