The One Who Started

The surroundings are quiet...

Everything is quiet; in fact, as the road only showcased their structurized bricks, with houses becoming lifeless buildings that are supposed to be lived.

There is no such things like sound that can be heard from a human ear...

And all of the people are eerily silent; not even a single activity can be seen on them.

No footsteps, no talking's, none.

Except, if looking at above, the great sky had turned into what looked like a shaded dark sea, and clouds were beginning to form into a cumulonimbus one. Crows began to shriek, echoing the ever gloomy place. It was at that time that those signs were the clear warnings of what would happen to a village named Hameur to be the quietest creatures on earth to exist.

As the period they are experiencing...is 'The Silent Hour.'...

One hour to an another, at this moment, all people residing in each villages need to be careful so that they will not become a sacrificial lamb. Because by the law of the government, every village must give 3 people for the offer of the ritual. Each of them when attending to the ritual will be guaranteed to be a dead corpse...

And because none wanted to become lifeless bodies by the ritual, The Authorities took a step by making those three people attending that ritual by using force.

And for those people, came the group that are tasked to find the 3 people in doing so. They are known as 'The Cultists', a religious group by the government that hunts to the very end for these 3 people.

And to know of them, there are sounds of the dread carriage coming from horses hooves. It's steps can be heard beating along the journey towards the main road and bells could be heard ringing as they came towards the entrance of the village. And when they do arrived at Hameur, not even a second waste should they do except chasing; chasing to find their targets for the individual ritual.

Their steps are quick and deadly; even if the villagers could make the slightest mistake that makes them vulnerable a bit, their lives would be a hell for sure.

Which in mind, people are too scared when watching the horrors of them, wandering into each places they could go. It's not a friendly visiting, it's an ambush yet a swarm. In which the villagers need to not illuminate their existence to not became a poor soul.

That is the same to a man named Vergil. As he is an only a father throughout this old wooden house of his led him to try his best not getting swarmed by uninvited guests, but each day have passed lengthing now into two weeks have plummeted his sanity into the beneath. Which in this case now his mind is a mess like a haywire that will tie itself continuouly. And it will continue until there is a solution that could straightened it up,and one of the being examples is Death.

But he doesn't want to die, nobody will. He strived for a living and dying is such a painful thing to experience. Especially by the cult practice. After all he got his responsibilities to worry rather than just have his life go passing.

And in that time suddenly Vergil had feel a thing a that made him flinched when he got woken up by words from an another person...

It's voice projected soft and subtle, he couldn't hear clear what is the subject mumbling, until goosebumps had arrived to him milliseconds after he tried to fix his ears, as the creatures attention isn't a heartwarming kind of one...

"..your tim-e...has come...And from now on..."

"...your soul is mine."

Uncontimplated did he turn to scan the surroundings, he only saw his son around him, in which the child is surprised for what Vergil did when he acted way more different than he was supposed to be.

"What was it father? Did I scared you?" He asked In a tone of a worry, even though he was supposed to say something. And by the looks of his face, it's not possible for a boy to do that kind of sin whispering.

His father knows that a bit, but after remembering the time he is in he knows that there shouldn't be exist this kind of scene.

"You shouldn't be here, you should hide in your spot again as the monster will lurk during this period, and he only eats young children like you. Aren't you scared of them?" he had told his son the reason to hide because of a fairy-tale. And in age 9 years it is a normal period for them to believe those tales, as the world gave many possibilities they can offer.

"I do scared of them father. But the dust of that hiding really makes me become sneezy...Ha..Ha-chuu!"

But still got pushed out by his father to the hideout at the crammed space beneath a staircase, he was forced to be hidden again.

But as soon as Vergil had done what it takes to protect his child, suddenly came a massive force that had been blown. Thunk! Crunch! Then Splinter! The main entrance of the door had been teared up! Opened by an axe of one of the cultist. They arrived.

And with those split seconds of reaction, then came the many footsteps that are coming to the living room, drawing closer and closer as the cultists ran to find their target, in which Vergil didn't realized too that he is also running, running from those cultists as he got chased by them from the living room.

No moments are ever remembered by his mind except his escape. He needs to escape.

And as soon he sees a window when he entered the master's bedroom, he tried to phased into it through by that entrance. He smashed the window using his own body, a he took a mid-air to fall on the ground, hoping to have a landing so that his escape is an ease.

But in that moment, his neck is halted by an unimaginable force! It pushed his head touching the hard woods of his bedroom and makes Vergil coughing right after the moment he was pushed, scraped by the pieces of glasses by the window which make him cry immediately, an agony for him as he tried to see what's the source that made him turned into like this, in which in those seconds of recognition, his sane fades as he witnessed the unimaginable scene, a figure who would definitely wouldn't have a mercy to him.

Because...Right there, outside of the window, came the red-haired man with eyes demanding death to the people. His robe majestic theming white, yellow and black. And his face always had been what the folks have said before, 'a face expressing cruel disgustion'.

Immediately Vergil tried to plea, he bowed down to his lowest for mercy as the followers of the king had already encircled him, the only way to be lived despite the odds

"Your majesty! A-a-as the servant of your kingdom should I pleaded your mercy as am I a still caretaker of my only child! Please let me live to make him continue to glory your expanding bloodline!" Stuttered the man in his weak feet, it felt unstable this makes him fall unconsciously.

But such conditions were never met with sympathy by the red-haired man's life. But as the cultists try to surround Vergil; The King had put up a sign that makes all of them stood again before heeding his command.

And the reason is because he wanted to give a word to him. In which to Vergil, maybe it's a mercy that had happened upon him based on the chances that were supposed to be an almost zero.

"We know your child is important for our civilization, and we are happy to hospitalize them for you when they don't have their guardians. Though as for you, I had wished upon my two feets upon you that you will arise to the heavens, because what you will be in is what they call as a 'necessary ritual' for you, a ritual that strengthens the values of belief's so that this country will lead into prosperity. And in the end, I have hoped you have not deemed yourselves heeding for 'it'. But rather towards the other grand of it. Pawns....continue."

Eyes wide in shock, he immediately tries to escape for this scene, only to got hold out by the people around him which make him continued to squel for another chance of mercy. All of the cultists meanwhile are preparing to create a sigil around him, each giving different meanings that are cryptic and enigmatic. But Vergil have to ignore it for a second, He needs to rebail!

"But my king! I don't want to be a part of what looked like a pitiest death to me! Just give me a chance to live! Let me live! I don't want to die!! I don't want to di-AAERGH-EARGHHHERHH!!! AAARGHH-EAARGHHH!!!"

But it is a success, black flames began to engulfing him as he screams, devouring the poor body as his flesh melts turned black liquid that stenched the room.

All of the cultists in there are unfazed, but it isn't the same to Frenire, he felt it disgusted.

The combination of the body horror and his scream still piercing the sky is unacceptable.

But no one can save him, no one can save Vergil.

Which his scream then turned into an everlasting echo, heard around all of the corners of the village, before it's sound faded into the darkness...

But in those darkness, came words that appeared out of the void. At the words seen really subtle, you cannot see for sure what it is if you don't take a closer look. But then those words began to show themselves clearer, and if been read, those words are followed...

All Hail The King,

The One Who Started Tyranny...