String Within Snow (5): Creatures of The Night

The face of his father was irritated and constantly twitching.

The strange morphed figure took a short step back before the face of Julius' father transformed into an empty black slate.

A rocky voice crashed out from the inner depths of the figure.

"You are not the one I need."

"You bear too little resentment."

"Die."

The red figure vanished in a swirl of shifting red.

The yellow hue in the room flickered.

Julius' mind finally calmed itself. His thoughts were thawed and began flowing once more like a blissful stream.

'What... What was that?'

His Father's face had just materialized before him. The strange red-hooded being had vanished.

'Is it an ability to create a figure who I dislike? Because it picked the best guy for the job...'

The flickering yellow light dimmed in a sick instant.

Thud.

Julius heard something fall to the floor by his right.

He straightened his back and readied himself.