The new keeper

King Philip's face was swollen...he kept growling but no sound was coming out any more...he was weak... beyond weak...he felt his body so numb... lifeless and dead...he was complaining why he wasn't dead yet...he retired his gaze from the rusty metal ceiling back to the shinny golden ring that stood peaceful on his Palm

"mo..mo...ni..moni..monica..."he was crying...his words was slurred..he couldn't even form a word... even after he managed to say her name... no one heard him...not even himself...he felt like it was a name uttered by his soul...one he never knew meant the world to him...one he never knew had an impact...one he never knew could... would break him down. If only he could turn the hand of time...he'd have given his life for her instead...he could have at least told her ones he cared...yes .. he'd cared for her all along but he didn't show her...he didn't want to.. maybe he'd have showed her now.

What the hell was this shadow anyway.?..it suddenly dawned on him...he was exuding a bloodlust aura now...he was going to kill ...and reep that shadow in pieces...he was going to kill it with ten times worse brutality with which it had killed his Monica ..he stared up in the direction of the shadow...he could see the shadow faintly on the rusty metal wall that was covered in plain purple curtains ....it was already noon and the sun was shining in it's brightest...he peered at the gigantic figure...the shadow seemed thrown back...there was something off with it... he could tell that it was in shock surprise too...he suddenly had a feeling that the shadow was in her past too or perhaps her present.....but he didn't care to worry about that now....what was in his mind was to go on a rampage ...destroy everything until he could come about a way to kill this shadow...until he could find the land of fantasy and made it history....he squeezed the ring into his balled fist and rose up on his feet...

"put the ring down .."the shadow suddenly said...with a shaky voice that it seemed to be trying to control...he could tell that the shadow was scared now....of something...was it of him? but it talked about the ring...was it scared of the ring?... could he too access the powers of the ring? no! no!... he immediately tried to dismiss that thought....it better be him the shadow was scared of... because he was going to hurt it... tearing away every part of it's dark and thin shades until it turns into the dust in the desert. ..he was going to make it bleed...bleed so endlessly it's blood will be a stream he'd drink in triumph....it better be scared ..

he looked shocked though that the ring had been what the shadow dreaded and he immediately banished the thought of him using the ring ..but he remembered that the rusty ring had turned golden immediately he'd touched it...was the ring....had the ring chosen him as it's new keeper ?... when the ring turned shinny on his palm...he'd felt power revibrate through his bones to his marrow...was that a call?.. he didn't know what to think...but right now he wanted to remain focus...in this Damm slaughterer of a shadow

"and why should I do that?" was what he asked immediately

"I'm not going to kill you Philip"

"and do you think you could even if you try?"

the shadow paused for a second... processing what the lord just said... and then accessing him...in seconds...it burst into a taunting type of loud horrifying laughter... shaking the rusty metal walls...this laughter expressed mockery.....one that was more than evident...but Philip wasn't moved ....he didn't look debased .. although his brows crawled into a thin line of confusion...but it immediately took back it's state of awareness...pride ... confidence and bloodlust it was exuding previously...he looked like he'd burst because of that anger boiling inside of him.

"oh Philip... don't make me laugh..."it said after it's laughter slowly died down and it cleared it's throat..."I'm sure you saw the ease with which I've killed your wife...you have no power...just like her...or should I say...worse than her"it paused and chuckled "with that bloodlust in your eyes...I bet you'd burn down yourself before I make an attempt to end you"

well truth be told...the shadow only stated a fact... Philip was indeed feeling drained with that pointless aura he was exuding...he was beyond weak...he couldn't do anything...how can he possible revenge this shadow? this was pointless...he suddenly felt limb.... coming to realization...he had to save his life if he wanted to revenge his wife's death...he'd have to come up with a strategy...he'd have to gather all the vampires and blood sucking deities...he'd have to make them assemble...he'd have to form allies...he'd have to destroy this shadow...that had killed him in one pinch....

seeing his hands fall by his side .. and all the aura he was exuding faded in a slit second as the lord accepted the truth of reality...the shadow burst into another dimension of horrific laughter... although Philip and luscious looked bored...it continued anyway till it came to a halt and sighed.....

"oh Philip...you'd make a fine cormendian ...why don't you get featured in a play...I'd watch it over and over everyday...I bet it will be my favorite....it would be the only thing I do all day .. and you'd make billions from it .." was what the shadow said and chuckled...it looked like it was exhausted from all the pointless thunders ... and phases of laughter.....but Philip didn't respond so it sighed....

"goodbye Philip... for now..."it said and as if sucked into the wall by a thin stick with a thin hollow in the middle...it disappeared...king Philip staggered but before he could fall... luscious was already right behind him...he caught the unconscious lord on his arms