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Confusion.
Disbelief.
Horror.
Anger.
Devastation.
These were the emotions ringing through the hearts of the friends and family of a white haired, green eyed, halfa as they stared at pile of ash that had once been him. They couldn't believe what they had just seen. They never believed that anyone could take him away.
A young woman with short black hair and violet eyes was on her knees at the edge of the blast area. She wore a Gothic tank top and skirt, as well as knee high black combat boots. Tears ran down the sides of her face as she sobbed over her fallen comrade, best friend, and husband.
Beside the girl was a young man with dark skin wearing a yellow long sleeve shirt, gray shorts, and a red cap. He also had on thick black glasses. He had a hand rested on the woman's shoulder in a vain attempt to comfort her, although he wasn't in much better shape. His heart ached with the loss of the one he thought of as his brother.
A much younger girl with black hair and bright blue eyes clung to an older woman with long orange hair held back by a blue hair band. The younger girl was devastated over the loss of her father figure; the older angry that someone had taken away her baby brother.
A large man with black and white hair held a smaller woman with short red hair. They were furious, heartbroken, and horrified at not only the death of their only son, but over the fact that the deed had been done by one they had thought to be their best friend.
Relishing in the feeling of power he felt he now held over these people, a tall, thin man with gray streaked hair stood proud with a smug smirk plastered over his face. He had finally rid the world of the only one who would oppose him, the only one who knew the true extent of his wrath. With the only one who could potentially thwart his plans now a pile of ash, nothing stood between him and his glorious schemes.
The violet-eyed woman stood up and glared at the man with more rage than she had ever felt in her life and screamed at him, "How could you take him from us?! You monster! I'll kill you!" Her fury could be bottled in no longer and she charged at the older man wildly only for him to knock her back to the ground. The others winced at the loud thud of her body hitting the hard ground.
The man smirked down at her. "I wouldn't do that again if I were you. You wouldn't want anything to happen to that child of yours, would you?" He gestured towards her swollen belly with a nasty grin, relishing the thought of making her watch her child suffer. Part of him hoped that the creature before him would be foolish enough to attempt another attack so that he could indulge in making his cruel thoughts reality.
The dark-skinned man swiftly positioned himself between the grieving woman and the man who decimated her husband, his hands out in front of him to act as a buffer between the evil man and the woman. Although he lacked the power that his dead brother wielded, he silently promised his brother's widow and child that he would do everything he could to keep them safe...even if doing so meant forfeiting his life.
The old man cackled as he surveyed the crowd before him. "Oh this will be fun. I will let you all live, don't you worry. But know this: from this day forward, your every move shall be watched. You'll never have the chance to raise a finger against me. This is my world now!"