CHAPTER 8 : RUNNING FROM THE UNKNOWN

CHAPTER 8

Running From The Unknown

14 Days Later.

Things get really tense after the voices Khloe heard and the confusing information Maria's mother shared over the last few weeks. 

Almost three weeks and still no sight of Ozais. At least not yet. And same has been with the Horsemen which Azazel raised. Everything might look calm, but trust Fate, if something goes too smooth, their is a really rough edge coming.

Night,

Eregdrix.

The darkness overwhelmed the city of gold as it turned out to be the depths of night. At most corners of the realm, there were bright lights fashioning there rays and at a few, and the rest, darkness fell upon. The Palace wasn't excluded.

The sound of a ball bouncing and hitting a surface attracted a creature which sight saw through. Through its eyes, the edges were rough and shaggy. It made no sound, rather it listened to the sound that was being made, tracking it. It moved speedily and as it was seen, it was a dark variegated smoke, having red flares in its darkness.

It passed through walls and buildings and their layers until it finally stopped at one. The smoke settled at the floor, right before a tall castle, that differed from the palace and suddenly it sank inside. It was seen again at an underground area. More like a dungeon. Fire touches were by the crafted sides of the narrow way to brighten it up. This dungeon wasn't as gold as the upper world might be but it was modern. Sealed metallic walls, lights, tiled floors. The smoke moved faster by the sound it heard, passing through rooms that were locked with the modern world doors. White doors with a foggy glass taking almost ninety percent of the door space, leaving the rest for the door rims. 

There were a few hostages, asleep with guards awake, guarding the door with the usual weapon, the spare. The guards fell asleep by the moving presence of the smoke. Finally, the sound got closer and closer until the smoke went right through door of a room. The rest of the guards on the narrow thin way instantly fell. The smoke slowly took the form of human from the feet upwards, coated in a black suit. The sound of the ball instantly stooped as the hostage sat upright. Catching a glimpse at the face, it was Massaca, and all that was on his face spelled out "What The Fuck!"

Light fades.

The smoke went up ahead, completing its primordial form. It was a beast, a demon, a familiar one. It was horned and it possessed the pentagram Ozais saw, on its forehead. And it was Azazel!

"Massaca! Isn't it?!" His voice was in between the tone of a soft seductive and bold. The red horns drove themselves into the sides of his forehead, which they rooted from. Hair suddenly grew over the surface as the demon adjusted the wrist area of his suit.

"That name was given to you for a purpose, do you believe?" Azazel looked into the eyes of the commander and asked. "Massaca!" "The patient destroyer!" Azazel slowly uttered with a lopsided grin.

"Who are you?!" Fear and doubt of existence spoke through the voice of Massaca as the demon figure of Azazel was revealed through the eyes of the commander. His face, crooked, his eyes flared, he was hairless and horned and like a demon. Massaca's lashes fluttered and his brows knitted. His forehead creased as he furrowed his brows in confusion.

"I am Azazel!" He replied, with a smirk. "You desire to be King." "I know that feeling." Azazel added as his forehead got rolled in layers. The fierce demon face of anger revealed as his voice changed and his eyes flared.

"He doesn't give you the respect you deserve, he takes you for granted." Said Azazel.

You want to rule, you do not want to be under control anymore." "I perceive your deepest wishes from the depths of your dark soul that you keep coating with fair paint but it always...always washes away." Azazel added as he sniffed Massaca who he dragged up from the bed. Azazel's placed his face by the left ear side of Massaca's face. Azazel's eyes were shut and he inhaled the smell of desire.

"I can make you King, but all you have to do is to accept me as your master, let me into your dark soul." Azazel spoke forth as the light of the rooms and walkway began to flicker. When off, Azazel was in his primordial demon form and when the lights were back on, he turned back to human. 

"You shall rule this whole land of wonders. Just let me in!" Azazel whispered as his pointy pin headed fingers slowly went up to the chest of Massaca. Massaca on the other hand, was deemed unable to move by the fear that engulfed him. All he did was to watch in fear of his life as the demon's fingers slowly pierced his living chest. 

He squinted his eyes tight in pain, gnashed his teeth and uttered no word. "Let me in!" Azazel yelled as his demonic figure came forth, the horns, the red skin and flares. "You know all I say is true!" So why choose to be by his side?" Asked the demon. 

The sound of beating drums was heard in the background as tension was being raised. 

Massaca squeezed the ball he held, leaving it with no air left. Azazel drove his finger deeper right in the middle of his chest. "Ahhhh!" Massaca finally yelled in pain, letting it all out. 

"I accept!" "I accept!" He replied without further hesitation. 

Azazel instantly withdrew his hand and turned back to his human coil. He smiled and looked into the eyes of Massaca who groaned in pain after dropping the ball. 

"Very well!" Azazel replied as he pierced all the fingers of his right hand into the chest of Massaca. The lights flicked uncontrollably faster than it did previously. He grabbed Massaca by the back of his neck and held him tight. White flares of smoke was seen leaving the body of Massaca and into the fingers of Azazel. Azazel held the mouth of the commander wide open as he opened his, unleashing his corruption and evil, hereby initiating the soulless commander into being one of his minions. 

"I have a mission for you!" "Spread my evil and retrieve souls!" "Raise an army for me, for the war is here." Azazel said without even completing his sentence, he vanished, leaving the words to flutter around in the air." 

Hail Azazel! Massaca whispered as he burnt his way through the door and pointed out his fingers, releasing a dark flare in the process. A flare that every person in the dungeon inhaled. A flare of darkness that took their souls away and replaced it with hatred and evil.

Light fades.

Eregdrix,

Daylight.

Knacking feet of anger and betrayal, three black plain ironed trousers, black unknown designer like shoes, two suits and a Commander.

The commander and the two guards behind him walked down the corridor endowed in gold and glasses, most recognizable of them all was the chandelier above. The echoing voice was heard further away. 

His brown eyes having turned to red with flares, his attire was a simple brown coat with brown gloves. His glare was fierce and his palms have the aura of darkness as he raised his right hand up before the huge door. 

The King stood before the entire civilization of hiding people placed under the protection spell of Morgana Le Fay, addressing the multitudes on an unknown information. 

"...The Protection of this land has been at peace and must be at peace because war is coming, the war which Morgana mentioned, the war she warned about."

"And what if the war you fear so much is already here!" Massaca's loud voice caught the attention of every living being below them as his voice echoed overshadowing Butt own voice. The plain wooden door opened up to a view of almost the entire kingdom. Clashing of two metal surfaces were heard as two guards hit their spares forming an X sign, blocking Massaca from further movement. 

The King, Butt, slowly turned the microphone down as he looked over his neck, taking a quick glance at who was behind him. 

Massaca has his both hands behind him, placed at his lower back waist. He slowly looked down at the spares before touching them with the tip of his finger. A dark smoke curled over the spare and the guards quickly got overwhelmed by fear. They attempted to let go of the spare but it was to no avail. The smoke curled against their arms and into their nostrils and ears, eating up their souls and deeming them to the fate of being an army of Azazel. They both yelled as their life force and soul was seen in white flares exiting their bodies. Their eyes suddenly turned black and they stood still, right behind Massaca.

Light fades.

Butt stared at Massaca in his eyes overwhelmed by darkness. "The chaos Morgana talked about, I see it is in you, you inhabited the devil!" Butt gnashed his teeth as his spoke, veins from his neck reaching out in anger. Suddenly the King's both palm got engulfed by a brown aura. 

"Oh Butt!" Massaca called as he laughed and walked over to top of the podium as Butt stepped down. Trust me, I am not the devil! I am not the chaos, all I am is the forerunner, of the forerunner of what is coming and trust me, you sure will not live to be in our way." "Morgana is wise, but if she is somewhere out there, why don't you call her to save you..." Massaca took a spare from one of the guards, he had a good look at it, drawing the sides of his lips down. The flares of darkness exited his finger tips and got its way into the spare. And finally, he completed his sentence "...or your kingdom."  The aura on the King's hand suddenly vanished. 

"Nooo..." Butt yelled as he tried to reach to Massaca before what he was about to perform was done. But it was late already. The spare flew across the sky, downwards to where it had been fashioned. Blood splashed around a number of people, leaving the congregation in complete jeopardy. 

A poor lady was seen standing still as her iris slowly rolled around her sclera. She slowly looked down at her stomach. Her garment got newly designed with blood. Her pink lips turned pale, her brown hair turned white and before her hands could get to her abdomen, she fell. 

"Erela!!" A lady called as she ran across the crowd over to where the girl laid. "No no!" "This can't be possible." Tears rolled down her rough old cheeks as she loosed her garment. She placed it at the bleeding spot trying to stop it but it was to no avail. Perhaps it seemed to be her mother. 

"What...have you done?!" Butt yelled as he casted down his ornamental crown from the pillow of his brown hair. "I will clout every vessel in your system." Butt started off as an unusual expression was revealed on Massaca's face. An expression of pain and weakness.

"I will make your heart cease." Butt stretched out his hand in the gesture of grabbing down something. The bones in his neck became more visible as he grinned his teeth harder. Massaca held his chest as he slowly fell to the ground. In the background, the crowd yelled and ran in various directions.

"I will break every bone in your wretched body." The sound of bones breaking and dislocating was heard as Butt flung his arm and flicked his fingers. The yell of torment and pain engulfed the air, as the background crowd noise was heard. People running helter skelter. 

Massaca tried as hard as he could forcing the force that filled him down away, trying to resist any more pain. He raised his head up as a little smile made its way on his red face.

Massaca had one arm supporting him from dropping to the floor as he raised the other. He contracted his right palm in a counter clockwise rotation and suddenly Butt fell to his knees. A huge vein drew on his forehead. He held his stomach tight and crinkled his face in an expression of pain and distress. Massaca slowly stood up, with the same palm gesture, fashioned towards the King. He walked over to him, picked up his crown and dragged Butt up to the podium. He moved closer to Butt's ear and whispered "You are...very...lucky that witch girlfriend of yours isn't here, Silva, is it?" Massaca mocked.

"Even the Magic Morgana bestowed upon you can't save you from the works of a demon!" "How Pathethic!"

"Listen and listen carefully." Massaca spoke in a manner that determined how the battle was. His voice was fading, calm, and beaten. 

"The one you call King, has fallen!" Massaca made clear as he raised Butt up with an arm. The view was clear enough for the whole congregation. He flung Butt away from the podium leaving the poor King to slide far. Butt hit his spine at the edge of the door and he gushed out blood and groaned in pain. "I am your new King and you must address me as King Massaca." He added as he placed the crown, slowly on his head. 

Light fades.

Scene changes.

Evening.

After moments of yelling, the sign board Khloe saw on the street, which spelled out Caracas, managed to get her home. 

Khloe starred into her phone as a messaged popped in. 

*Kelvin* - "How are you feeling now." (With a heat kiss emoji)

Khloe smiled as she bit her lower lips.

"Better." Khloe typed before tapping the send button.

*Kelvin* - "That's good to hear." "Hey, there is this little surprise I have for you!" 

Another message popped in not long after the first. She opened up the message and read "Meet me at La Casa Bistro!" She bit her lower lips and smiled before dropping her phone on the small table in her bedroom. She moved over to her wardrobe, spread the newly sprayed wooden door wide open and searched for a perfect cloth to put on before she saw a set of coats in their various colours. The expression of confusion, fashioned on her face as her brows knitted together, she slowly squinted her eyes before touching one of the coats.

As the tip of her left index finger got in contact with the arm of the coat, the sound of silence pierced her ear drums. She quickly went away from the coat. Still the pain went on. She held her hands over ears as she opened her mouth to voiceless words of pain. 

"Ahh!" She slowly let out. The sound she heard got backed up by a bold voice, one she might have heard before, all it said was--

"...See Ozais and see life." And suddenly it all cleared. The pain, the noise of silence. She looked around before realising she had exited the room while trying to let out the pain. She walked back in and looked around before seeing a red short gown hanged at a corner of her room.

Her face was inundated with confusion before she picked up a pen. She tore out a sheet and penned down the word she heard...

"...see Ozais and see life."

She picked up her phone and took a photo of the coats in the wardrobe. Her face, still overwhelmed with confusion.

She took down the gown that she thought fitted most for the night and starred at the paper she held.

Taking a glimpse across the street of Khloe's house, a man, more like a chef stood behind the trees, his looks was Russian and he had a phone. He looked into Khloe's building and watched from her room where the lights were on. 

"I found one of them!" "She is coming towards you!" "Just as we planned!" "Father will be so proud." The man said before instantly turning off the call not waiting for a reply. 

He turned over and instantly turned into a dark smoke, flying across the dark night as Light Faded.

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Ask Your Questions : 

Plot development and plot twist kicked in with this chapter. A lot of possibilities, a lot to expect. What will be the next outcome? What happens next?