DreadFeelings

After losing everyone he had ever loved, Mark, an Abandoned had lost most hope in life.

Until his whole existence was turned upside down by his foolishness.

Witness as he tread upon the path of death, vengeance, and ruin.

Soul of Ruin

Hearing the clown's remark, Arnold's brow perked up as he inquired amusingly:

The jester looked up with a smirk. Although he couldn't see the jester's face, he could sense it very clearly. It uttered one simple word.

Suddenly, two yellowish-green cans rolled toward Arnold. He frowned slightly before a green smoke screen got released out through every corner.

The clown disappeared within the smoke as his silhouette swayed in the distance before vanishing altogether as well.

Arnold instinctively covered his mouth and held his breath as he evaluated the smoke. A while later, a hint of realization appeared on his face:

'Anesthetic...this is your trump card?'

Arnold kept holding his breath as he swatted away the smoke using only the force coming from his muscular hand.

Mantle of Deceit