"(Tom)...Sorry to interrupt the sister act. I didn't get a chance to present myself. I'm Tom Blair, one of the Ferrals Lord's Right Hand. I was the one who suggested to bring you here so that you could avoid being killed. I did it for a reason. And depending on your answer you will give me in a few seconds, I will advise. Whether killing you all or sparing you. As simple as that."
"(Mary)...Looks like I was wrong. Even together, we are going to get killed.."
"(Marys)..You don't say...."
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Is it my cue to introduce myself ?? Okay. Mic..1 2 3....Mic..Okay....I'm Jackie Bob. The lord of the Ferrals. The misfortune Host. The apocalypse bringer. Or even satan....To those who never knew me, my voice would tear their guts out of their body. Having me in their sight would render them sightless. My smell would be comparable to that of a million of human corpse rotting. But in reality, I am just a middle aged man who lost everything he loved. I do not have any particular ability. I have blood cancer. And I don't know what I am doing. To be frank, I'm a human who lost himself. How I ended up being the ferral lord ? Well, it all started when a mystical character barged in my family life. Her name being Maternæ something, she took my wife away without my consent. And when she started regretting her decision, she ran back to me asking me for help. Forced to, I was stuck with a fake of my wife and I had to pretend to die. That wicked. I lost so much because of her and I still had to help her. And from the start to the end, I didn't get my say in this shit. But well....as time goes by, you get along with the idea of being manipulated. At least, I, somewhat, became an important character. I am at the head of the biggest army, in case you forgot. Which isn't all that bad. I am filthy rich if you wanna know. Anyway, soon, it will be my cue to........Do I spoil you or...Just wait ? You will be surprised..Peace.
To be continued.
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