Inside the main house, the master felt his hand holding his teacup shake. They trembled as though they had been subjected to extreme cold and the nerves could hold out no longer. He felt his entire being shiver, his entire body seemingly doused in a pond of chilling cold water.
"What is happening?" he wondered, as he observed his trembling hands up close. Hardly had he posed the question to his brain when he received the answer.
*BOOM*
A loud bang from outside shook the entire residence. The master rushed to the window to find out what was going on. He watched in horror as a man emerged from the 'big bang'. His horror was from his knowledge. Knowledge that the barrier around the house couldn't even be broken through by tens of peak mortal realm experts. He had heard legends. Legends that spoke of beings with power beyond Zandor. These beings could supposedly turn the world upside down if they wanted to. He had rubbished these 'absurd' theories at the time. His reasoning was simple. If there were such beings in this world, where were they then? There was no way they would be on a planet without any trace of activity. Unless of cause they didn't belong to this planet. But to the Master of the Assassins Organisation, the theory of multiple worlds was even more far-fetched than the one that boasted of deities and gods. To believe in this theory was to believe the words of the 'mad scientist' they had looked down on centuries ago. Yet what he was seeing put all his beliefs to death, strangling them of the oxygen they very much required to stay alive. The weather seemed to obey the thoughts of this man. The dark clouds that had gathered, and were still gathering, rained down lightning upon his residence. The houses that littered this vast compound were being demolished by the most destructive element known to his kind. Everywhere the lightning fell, fire followed. But his people where strong. Many of them were able to avoid the cruel fate of dying in a burning wreckage. Unfortunately, the fate that awaited their escape was even more dastardly. Anyone who tried to get close to the brown haired god was struck by lightning once they reached even ten metres of him. This was the same for all, even those who attacked the assassin's way- striking a blow from behind. Those who had seen their compatriots die in such a way had tried to escape, yet the entire residence was surrounded by a storm. Anyone who did reach the walls and attempted an escape was met with the same fate as those who tried defying the god who judged them now- death by lightning.
"It seems my body is more perceptive than I am" he smiled bitterly and praised his senses for warning him of the impending doom, yet doing so too late a time to change anything.
The master took his eyes off the cruel sight. He had seen a lot of blood during his time. He had done many wrongs and knew that such a day would come. Even if it came earlier than expected he would still welcome it. Yes, it was a reluctant welcome to an uninvited occurrence. But there was nothing he could do that would change the course of events. Unless of course he accepted the offer that 'that man' gave him. It was an offer that he thought he'd never have to take, but how wrong he was. He recalled the words that were spoken that day
"You will face an enemy you can in no way handle. You will die. But it will be a shame for one who has such talent with the dark arts to fall. Accept my offer, and you will live."
He had scoffed at those words, thinking that there was nothing that could possibly put him in despair. Now that he thought about it, it was almost as though the man knew he was coming. That was when it hit him: what if that man and this one were the same? He didn't mean that they were the same people but rather, the same kind. Both of them had abilities he couldn't comprehend. And how did he know that this was going to happen? When the man had met him, he told the master he was a god, but he rubbished the idea. Now the price of being a servant to a god seemed a small one to pay. After all, his nobility was worth nothing much when compared to the power of a god. He would follow that man who hid in the shadows. No, it should rather be the god who lurked in the shadows. He would follow him, and he would grow stronger. Strong enough to have his revenge one day, no matter how long it takes.
"It seems he has saved my place for last" the master stated in a calm tone. Once he had come to terms with his death, it wasn't so scary anymore. Every building on this compound was constantly bombarded by lightning, yet his remained untouched. It was obvious that 'he who called on lightning' was coming for him. His adjudicator clearly had a vendetta against him. He immediately thought of the boy who had escaped his claws- the one called Mane.
"It must be him" the master thought. He didn't believe in coincidences. Holding on to such a thing was the easiest way to die, especially when one is an assassin. No sooner had his organisation failed to kill the boy when this god appeared here. "I was wrong all this time. It isn't everyone I can touch. And now it seems more likely that the boy killed them himself." Now the most unlikely reason for the demise of the two assassins had become the most likely. It was simply because if it was this man that attacked the duo he sent, there was no way the boy would even have a scratch on him. He had made a decision. When he returns, he would kill that boy, even it cost him his life.
"He who rules the shadows, I call to you. Hear me great Shadow King, and accept my plea to be your servant." He prayed silently with a black bead in hand, the device he was given in case he changed his mind. "Kekeke. Good choice. I await your service, my dear servant", hardly had his prayer ended when a voice that would send shivers down the spine of any who heard it, replied him.
He crushed the bead as he had been instructed, destroying the fragile artefact in the process. As his new master had informed him before he left, there should be no trace of the artefact. The footsteps he heard outside signified the appearance of his judge.
"My karma has arrived. At least, I would go down in dignity", he smiled gently as he stated.
"What a beautiful residence. I almost feel sorry for laying it to waste." Ray still had a carefree smile on his face as he wreaked havoc upon the unfortunate members of the Assassins Organisation. His words were like arrows that stabbed the hearts of the assassins who heard him. To them, it was a case of adding insult to injury. Not only was this 'demon' destroying everything they worked for, he was doing it so nonchalantly. It was almost as if they were just bugs in his way, and all he had to do was squish them. And squish he did.
"You will never know peace. God will never forgive you." A vengeful assassin who had lost an arm spitefully cursed the one who had reduced him to this state. In his condition, he was going to die within a few minutes. With the amount of blood he was losing, there was no way he would live if treatment wasn't provided in the next few minutes.
"You should have chosen to be quiet." Ray orated sombrely. The happy smile on his face was wiped clean and his aura grew sterner. The lightning that surrounded his body grew brighter, with some streaks of red finding their way into the team of white and blue. The one who spoke had a ferocious look on his face, choosing to look his killer in the eyes. No one knew his situation better than he did. Each second he could feel his life force slip away. There was no way he would survive this, hence his hatred for the one who put him in this condition was at its maximum.