No One's POV
Boom!
Boom!
The whole world is in a festive mood as the immortals that has been trying to conquer the world has been defeated and their leader vanished. Fireworks lit up the dark sky and shouts of joy filled the air. People left and right dancing with glee as the age of peace has been maintained. Even the moon looks festive as it shines down on them brightly. The stars glittered across the sky even with all the fireworks that lit up the skies. They don't know how or why the enemy immortals have defeated but they didn't care one bit as the freedom from wars that they yearned for are once in their grasps.
People are gossiping and spreading the news of the unforeseeable demise of the enemy. The once gloomy faces of these people were now filled with joy and wonder. It was an ecstasy that was shared among the land. The rulers of the world, Yargrat, had one of the wildest party ever to be held in over a millennium. It was as if it was their last of day of celebration but they knew that there were more to come.
The three main rulers had convened discussing their luck about their predicament. They knew they couldn't defeat their enemies this time. There were too many of them and too many were immortals they knew they were going to lose to.
"We should be thankful for Chaos' intervention," a man wearing blue silk robes with contrasting red eyes said raising his wine calling for a toast. He was seven feet tall towering over the other rulers indicating his dominance over them. Even without his height, the air around him seems to be enough for the others to know who to answer to.
"Yes, without it, I don't know how we are supposed to win this war against so many foes that are past our powers," replied by the woman in the black silk robes with her glass held up high. Just by looking at the immortal, you know she is the wisest of them all. You would know that you would just lose every argument with her.
The immortals who guarded the peace of the world are at their rectangular throne room discussing the fall of their enemy.
"Now, if Chaos would just eliminates some of these pesky mortals, I think things would be much better," a man in purple robes joked while sipping his wine greedily. His belly protruding making his clothes seems tighter than it needs to be. His face looks like he's past his alcohol tolerance.
"Careful! Chaos is only for us because of the way we had ruled. We must not let him to be our foe or it will be our demise," the red eyed man warned his immortal brother.
"I know. I'm just joking you know"
The man just sighed in exasperation, "I wonder where our dear enemy is. He wasn't found with his army." he wondered.
Little did they know that leader of the renegade immortals are running and hiding in some deserted part of the city.
It had been three days. Three days since his heart beat normally. His heavy breath became more ragged as he runs more. His footsteps loud and clear against the stone pavement. He couldn't hear anything against his loud huffing or his heavy footfalls. Even with the loud cheering of the people celebrating didn't hinder him from hearing his loud heartbeat. It feels like it's going to burst out his chest any minute now. It was such an odd feeling for an immortal to feel like this, to even get tired like this.
His once ironed out suit was now in tatters. Holes poke out everywhere. His body is covered in grime and dirt. He was also bloody and his face hardly can be discerned. His face is splotchy and a huge black eye was seen. Everyone who saw him just thought of him as a crazy hobo for running like that. The once almighty immortal that stood 7 feet proudly was now reduced in such a sorry state.
He had been evading death for the past three days. He knew that the man knew how to defeat and kill an immortal like himself. It had been three days since he lived mightily. It had been three days that he had lived like a mouse running from his predator. He knew he's still alive because his killer is toying with him, like a kid playing with his food. He knows how much the man is enjoying the fear he is inflicting off on him. He knew that no matter how much he runs from the assassin, he won't be able to get away. He knew that it's his fault for being tracked down and hunted. He knew that sooner or later his actions will be noticed but he never knew that Chaos would directly send his right hand man at him.
Flashback (Three days before)
The room were void of life form except for the three soldiers kneeling down to the renegade leader.
"Sir, we have breached their third and final defense for the castle. It would be only a matter of time till you get what you wish for sir," the youngest of the three had spoken up. She is a 14 year old renegade that had been yearning for a change of leaders. Her hair soft black hair was in a ponytail and she stood regal in front of their merciless leader.
"Good, good..," the man sat at his throne looking excited at the prospect of finally defeating the rulers of the land.
"Will you join us tomorrow?" the fourteen year old asked
"Yes, this time they will fall," his voice velvety as he said it, "Prepare for tomorrow. Tomorrow will be a glorious day," his eyes shining just thinking about it.
"Yes, sir"
"Now leave," a man with a black silk suit barked an order towards his soldiers. The soldiers left hastily so that they won't punished from disobeying their master's wishes.
The man looked regal in his silk suit. He radiated power that scared his enemy and even allies. He was ruthless to the core and he only wanted perfection for the upcoming day. His eyes were stormy blue and his pale white skin complimented it.
He sat at his throne looking gloriously and acting smug as he knew that he will able to take the planet for his own soon. It was raining hard outside but that couldn't dampen the elated feeling he has now. He wanted to be alone to finally take in the fact that they are nearing their goal. He wanted to remember how many victory raids he had led earning him the trust he needed within the group making him the leader. He was able to finally strike fear towards the smug rulers of the planet. They knew that one more attack towards their home would end their reign of peace.
How long had he sat there before finally noticing something was odd? He didn't know. He knew that his underlings didn't want to annoy him for being too loud but it has been eerily quiet for the past five minutes compared to the small whispers he had been hearing outside his door.
He shouted for his servants demanding if there's anything's wrong. Nothing. This unnerved him a bit but kept collected and shouted once more but with more strength to it. Still nothing. This sent fear towards him. He knew that his servants knew how much he dislikes disobedience and no one had broken that unspoken rule ever since they started this campaign against the rulers of the land.
He strode off towards outside of his throne room to find what the problem was. As he opened the double doors, it was pitch black but something reeks. Something smelled dead to him. Before he could take a step and turn on the light, lightning flashed and he saw shadows on the ground. The light illuminated a man wearing a pure black outfit with a hood that covers his face with two features that made him shudder to his core. He couldn't make out any features of this man but he knew who this man is. He feared that he may come towards him but never in his entire life did he imagine that it would come true. A full grown smile showing his teeth had appeared on the man's face. Just with those two features, he knew that he's chance of surviving would be zero. He took a step a back and the man just looked up. Following his gaze, he looked up and his face filled with terror. All of his underlings had hung up on the ceiling, unmistakably dead.
Flashback ends
So here he was now, looking gaunt, trying to hide from his killer. He had heard of him before. He had visited the world's prison to recruit for his cause. There he had heard of the so called assassin. 500 years of world domination failure because of this one man. He was warned not to continue his plans but he didn't believe that he could be beaten by just one man. He didn't believe that this one man could easily topple him with all of his powers. The one man that had been nicknamedā¦.
"Omega," he breathed out the assassin's name as he hides in an alley tasting the name that has been feared all throughout the prison of the world.
"Yes?" He spun his head faster than he could imagine and he sees him, Omega, upside down like a spider hanging on a rope with a mischievous smile on his face.
He was about to scream but was cut off when Omega placed his hand over his mouth and whispered, "Quiet." He was paralyzed. Fear crept up all over him turning his body still and rigid. He felt chills on his spine as seconds pass by. His eyes wide open that showed nothing more than fear. He thought that he wants this to be over with. It was much better for him to die rather feel this anxiety as to when he was going to get killed.
Omega put on a twisted smile as he saw his target turn stiff and rigid with fear. He enjoys this feeling. He took pleasure as he saw the man filled up with terror. He had fun chasing this man like a rat and had taken quite a liking to him.
"It had been quite a fun chase, Mr. Veevo," Omega whispered to him, "Usually, people would be giving up by now but you are quite different. You know that you're not going to escape me but you still kept pushing on. I would like reward you. I would like to offer you something for giving me the thrills of chasing you." Mr. Veevo was just staring at him, trying to register what Omega just told him. He was enjoying this? How sick can he get?
"I would like you to join our army. Join the Chaos' Punishers and avoid death. What do you say?" He was shocked by the offer. The offer that could save him from his impending doom.
"Why me?" Mr. Veevo could barely reply to Omega's offer.
"You had given me entertainment and now I would like to pay you for that service. Although when I find you unfit for the job, let's just say you'll feel this kind of fear once more."
Mr. Veevo was rooted to his spot as he contemplates his offer. He knew that he wanted to avoid death but he also knew that he is going to be kept alive as nothing but a dog that follows this madman's orders for all eternity.
"I refuse," Mr. Veevo was surprised on what he had uttered but he knew that he couldn't live like a mongrel. He slashed towards Omega. He knew that he couldn't win against him but he is not going down without a fight. Veevo thought Omega would dodge or parry his strike but Omega shocked him even more. Omega blocked the strike with the palm of his hand without any scratch of some sort. Omega's face turned more sinister and his smile grew bigger at the act of the prey. It was like this was all what Omega wanted.
"That's a shame. I thought I could add another soldier to my troops. Well, can't say I didn't gave you a chance," his voice full of mischief. It was like a child was teasing him for not taking the kind offer. Before Mr. Veevo could protest, before he could even change his mind and accept his offer, his life has been snuffed out and put out to the void to suffer eternal damnation.
The fireworks' boom filled the night air as Omega's blade struck down the immortal. Omega settled down on the ground, looming over the dead body. His face showed no remorse instead, you could see his glee on his new kill. He enjoys the sensation of hunting down a prey and feel their fear as they flee. The sensation of sending someone to the void gives him nothing but pure pleasure. The disappointment they feel as they thought they are going to live a long life of ruling the planet they wanted to conquer.
He bent down and touched the corpse and it vanished from the world, sending it to the void. He stood up and the wind picked up throwing off his hood. His messy black hair waved against the wind and his eyes glinting with joy. The once caring eyes are now ice cold full of malice. The once caring eyes are now full of lust in killing. The once caring eyes are now murderous. The once caring sea-green eyed man walked away from the scene straight into the darkness without a care with the world.
