The Master of the Shadow Figure

Bodies upon bodies were casted about the room. The shadows on the floor had lapped up most of the blood that spilled onto the floor. They seemed satisfied by his recent outburst. It wasn't his fault though, they pushed him to it. They hurried themselves to their own demise; he just helped the process come a little quicker.

He tried to adjust himself on the throne. It wasn't as comfortable as it looked. The throne room was colder than what he thought it would be. The [previously] white walls and pillars made everything feel pristine and sterile which added to the coldness. He figured the new scarlet paint job would help liven up the room..

…it didn't.

He snapped his focus from the ceiling to the door as it flung open wide.

"Damn Bruh," a young man exclaimed, `` what happened to 'be subtle'?" The shadowy figure sitting on throne put on a pair of glasses and focused his sight on the voice. Standing in the doorway was a short young man in his twenties wearing something that looked like a cross between a ninja and a street thug.

"Well," the shadowy figure sighed ",Young Master Ashton I didn't appreciate the tone in their voice or their choice of décor so I acted accordingly." He adjusted his posture and crossed his legs looking down at his young charge.

"You didn't like what?" Ashton asked while stepping over the first few rows of bodies.

"I didn't like the décor or the way they addressed me…as if I was some sort of…'thing'…" the shadowy figure scoffed. Ashton moved in closer, only to slip on a detached chunk of forearm. He made a loud wet thump as he landed in a pile of bodies. Ashton thrashed around and began to scream as he repeatedly fell onto the corpses.

"Young Master Ashton, are you done playing around?" the shadowy figure asked. He let out a sigh as he lifted a long black claw. Shadows slithered and wrapped themselves around Ashton. With a wet slap, they dragged him away from the bodies. Ashton continued to scream even louder until he was face to face with the shadowy figure.

"Are you finished?" he asked firmly. The young man nodded. The remaining blood and gore on Ashton was devoured by the shadows leaving him cleaner than before. The shadowy figure patted the young man on the head.

"Good, now onto the reason why we're here…" he said getting up from the throne. The figure towered over Ashton at 7'2. The creature was lanky and covered in shadows that made him look like a distorted version of a silhouette. He wore the grim reaper's cloak, his fingers were claws dripping with a black liquid substance, and tendrils seeped out from the bottom of the cloak. Ashton took a few steps back and tensed up.

"That's right, you're still a youngling…" the figure said with a guttural laugh. The figure began to jerk and slither. His body contorted with the sounds of bones and joints snapping into place, causing him to shrink. His claws bent themselves backwards and pulled apart from pale human flesh. The tendrils slithered back inside the cloak. The shadowy substance covering the figure face revealed three rows of dagger like teeth before it peeled back and sunk into the cloak. The cloak collapsed onto itself and reshape. After the horrific magical boy transformation, revealed a young man the same age and same height as Ashton in a three piece suit.

He motioned for the young man to sit on the throne. Ashton, hesitantly, sat down. The figure stood behind him patting him on the head and then motioning his hand towards the bloody throne room.

"All of this is yours…" he said excitedly.

"All of what?" Ashton asked.

"This, Young Master Ashton," the figure began ", the throne…the palace…the power…oh the parties…all of it." The figure began to sniffle and cleared his throat. Ashton looked up at the young man who was now sharing an off brand version of his face. The figure was teary eyed.

"Wait, you had us break into the Cavaliers Domain…for a building…?"

"Not the building, but the throne…oh and this…" the figure said taking a crown off of an older man's body. He dusted it off a few times and kissed it before putting it on Ashton's head. He then danced his way down the steps and took out his camera.

"This is a happy occasion, your mother would be so proud to see you sitting there…" he said snapping a few photos of a confused and scared young man. The figure made a motion to smile and Ashton followed suit.

"You look so adorable…" the figure began "…I had hoped that we would actually have a decent crowning ceremony but this will have to do for now." He continued to giddily snap a few photos.