Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN WINX CLUB
This is a very short chapter, but it is pretty good.
I changed the monologue, but not too major.
Enjoy and review!
The vibrant city lights of Magix illuminated the night sky. The civilians roamed around the metropolis, shopping at fashion districts, dining out at exquisite restaurants, and partying at vigorous nightclubs. The atmosphere of Magix was full of vivacity.
On the peak of the highest skyscraper of the city, a tall figure stood on the very edge. He remained in the dark, where the city lights did not reach. His fluorescent crimson eyes pierced through the sheer darkness, and gazed down at the cityscape in contempt. The man pulled out a cigarette and placed it in his mouth. Without the use of a lighter, he kindled the butt of the cigarette with his own mind. He grabbed the cigarette out of his mouth and exhaled the toxins into the air. Suddenly, a mist appeared behind the mysterious man. The mist slowly transformed into a solid male figure. The figure was very tall, close to the man's height, and wore a mask and a lightweight exoskeleton with a thin cape to conceal his identity. The moment he appeared, the man sensed his presence.
"Look," said the man, in his cool and sonorous voice, as he continued to gaze at the city, "What do you see? A city of equality, freedom, and justice? Everything is an illusion. The foundation of this society was rooted from deception, hypocrisy, and corruption. The ones who rule the dimension are vile and unjust; they are ambitious and avaricious vermins! The ones who are ruled are foolish and naive; they easily believe in the misleading words of their leaders and become tools of decay. This dimension is cursed. There is neither grace nor morality. Soon, everything will change. The shadow of this illusion will be shattered. We will all live in a place where there is no suffering and no injustice."
The man suddenly spotted a nearby nightclub. There were many energetic partygoers who were dancing, drinking, and making out. After exhaling his last breath of toxins, he rekindled his cigarette. Then, he aimed at the nightclub and threw the cigarette. When the cigarette came in contact with the nightclub, a massive conflagration ignited. The horrified civilians screamed and panicked at this unexpected sight. The frantic partygoers rushed out of the nightclub in terror. They were either severely burned or caught on fire. Horribly, there were still some people trapped in the burning building. The faint noises of emergency sirens were heard from the distance. The man's crimson eyes remained unfazed; they evoked callousness. After causing this incident, the man turned around and walked away from the edge.
"We're leaving," ordered the man.
The soldier silently obeyed and followed his master. A mist of black shadows surrounded these two as they took each step forward. Finally, they vanished into the night's darkness.