Chapter Three
Uriah sat on the curb of the street. He was sulking because he missed his chance to kill the people responsible for ruining his life.
"Why?" He sobbed. "Why can't I have a happy ending once in a while?"
You feeble-minded fool.
"Who said that?" Uriah demanded, looking around to try to find the owner of the voice.
It seems that you have completed your elemental training, the voice snickered, Show me.
Suddenly a tall, largely-built man stepped out of the shadow of one of the buildings around Uriah. He seemed to smile evilly. He rushed toward him, holding a long, sharp knife.Uriah stood still, smiling equally evilly at the man. He raised his hand. Suddenly, his arm started to glow. Energy began pulsing through him. In an instant, Uriah had shot a lightning bolt at the man! He fell, twitching uncontrollably.
"V-v-v-very good," he said, his voice shaking. He smiled at him happily. He stopped shaking. It was almost magical. "You have been taught well, but I think that I can teach you a little more." He stood up. "Come," he said, walking down the sidewalk, "Your training begins now."
"But who are you?" Uriah asked. He stopped walking.
"I," he began, "am Doom, your new master."