CENTRAL CITY, EREGON Kilish slept, beads of sweat forming on his forehead as he traversed a wilderness in his dream, running for his life from a faceless demon known as the Gur. This demon sought him for nothing other than the power he possessed, which could be used to open the portal to Earth. The main cause of the war between Kilish and Xenark was this; Xenark aimed to invade Earth, rain war on humans, and take over. However, Kilish, stubborn and aided by the light warriors, had fended him off so far. But what now? In his dream, Kilish fled from the Gur, a higher-ranking demon with powers almost equivalent to Killish’s. The Gur, immensely powerful, could allegedly suck out the powers of those it gripped. “Killish! You are at the crossroads here. You have to choose between your life and giving me the key,” the Gur growled as Kilish reached the cliff's edge. The deep water below was nothing other than the water of death, capable of killing any immortal. Kilish faced a choice: either
EARTH Jason felt the urge to ask Crane to step away from the wheel so he could drive instead. He has never felt so much pressure as his life. "Come on man, maybe I should drive" he finally spoke his mind. waiting for Crane to respond. He already knew he had just wasted his words on that one. Crane would never let anyone drive him, especially not in this state of panic. "Why, so you can get us both killed, am I right?" Crane spoke after a minute of awkward silence. "We're almost there anyway. Patience!"he added as he made another turn to his right. The car came to a stop. It was a quiet area, with a single building which is likely to be a warehouse from it's outlook. There was another car, a black car a couple of feet away. Crane would recognise that ride anytime, anywhere. "Is that your guy?"Jason had to ask. By merely looking at him, he could tell he was a typical mutant even without being told. He does not look like one who would be ready to move at their own pace. He looks
EARTH Of course they left in so much hurry that he could not process things properly. Still, he of all people should have done better. "If you do not have anything of his, then I'm sorry, there is nothing I can do to help the situation." Bret spoke to Crane expecting him to understand the situation. "Bret, we can go get something. But it might take more time to get it to you right here. May I suggest that you come with is instead" Crane asked, even though he knew Bret has his reservation about such. "Crane, you know I can't say No to helping you out, that's why I'm here. I owe you a lifetime of favor. But I'm trying to keep my head down. I'm trying to lay low." He took a deep breath "The best I can do I reschedule this meeting" he added It hit Jason as he remembered one minor detail he had overlooked "wait! I, I think I have his phone with me" Jason said as he tapped all over the front of his jacket for Minato's cell phone. "Oh! here it is, he left it in the car when he was f
EARTH Jason's ringtone blasted in the background, as he made his way back to bed from the restroom. Picking up the phone from the bed, he didn't need to check the identity of the caller. "Hello, Crane!" He croaked in a very sleepy voice. Jason barely had an hour long sleep. He spent the entire night brainstorming on the way forward on finding Minato. It was not just the case, The event which surrounded the disappearance of his brother has traumatized him greatly. "Got a text from Bret. He wants to meet up around 8am. I'll forward the location to you right away. See you around" The call ended as directly as it started. That is Crane's lifestyle, Straight to the point. Looking at the time on his phone It's 6:45am already. "Ouch my head!" the sudden pressure on his head is definitely a result of his stressful day and sleepless night. He fell back unto the bed holding his head. Jason was never one to endure stress. But in this case, he realizes he has to get up despite the migrai
★★★ The distance was more than Jason and Crane had thought. One should have known better when he already described the place as "Far out of town" The house looks lonely from the outside. The neighborhood itself is quiet, more like serene. As they walked into the house, the sound of their shoes clicking against the wooden floor echoed throughout the entire house. "why did we not take our shoes off exactly?" Crane asked trying to bring some humour into the moment to ease the tension. It worked in a way, Jason chuckled slightly and Bret smirked. They continued to walk until they got to a door which Bret pulled open. The door led to the backyard. Bret obviously knows this place well. He moves around with a sense of familiarity. The Man sat by a pool. he seemed to be relaxing or maybe, sleeping. "How did you know I was here" asked the Older man who looks like he is in his 60s. ""You are always here when there is no other person around" Bret said with a smirk on his face. The man la
THE UNDERWORLD Xenark stood wearing a hard expression his face completely void of emotions as he stood in the upper chamber of his tower, watching and observing in silence the activities that went on outside and below him. Not that there was anything much to be seen at this point. There hadn't been in a while since most af his plans seemed to be falling through. It had been a long time since he was able to succeed or accomplish any of the missions he had set out for. Way too long in fact.It was driving him mad with rage. He didn't turn when he heard the loud footsteps sounding from the dark hallway, approaching the door of the chambers. Not many of the underworlders if any at all had the privilege of coming into that particular chamber without first asking and gaining his permission. They knew better. None of his subjects would dare to step foot into his personal space unless they were begging for his wrath and if that ever were the case then that was exactly what they would get
UNDERWORLD "What do you have for me Roshi? speak." Xenark asked as soon as he heard the door creek open with someone stepping into the room and felt a presence coming up behind him. Roshi, his closest and most trusted minion came to a stop behind his Lord and bowed in respect before speaking. "My Lord, the materials and ingredients are ready as well as the location we are to use. It's time for us to begin my Lord." Roshi answered, bowing respectfully. But the hessistance in his voice hadn't gone unoticed by the dark Lord of the underworld.Xenark could tell that Roshi had something else on his mind but was holding back in fear of triggering his anger.This particular servant of his has never been one to keep his mouth closed. No matter how much Xenark wished he would. Always thinking he had the permission to speak whenever he wants. Or that someone, most especially Xenark himself could possibly care for one of unwanted opinions even if they were the only ones left. Xenark didn't
UNDERWORLD But his back was to him and Roshi reminded himself that it would be close to impossible to make out anything like that while his back remained facing him. Whatever he had to say he would have to go in blind and hope it doesn't end with his head on a spike. "What about the project Roshi, has something gone wrong? Are the ingredients not complete? Do we need a bigger cave?" Xenark asked, his voice void if emotions as he kept his back facing his servant. "No my Lord Xenark none of that at all. Everything is as it should be. Even better as a matter of fact."Roshi answered, his forehead starting to sweat as he prepared to say what was in his mind. "Then what is the matter Roshi?"Xenark asked again and Roshi blew out a breath as he started to speak, each word that came out of his mouth causing him to sweat even more as he addressed his master and lord, not having an idea what his fate would be after what he was about to say. "I just __ My Lord I just can't help but worry.