Currently in a back-alley street, a small street vendor was yelling about his products to the people quietly passing by his advertisements falling on deaf ears of the people scurrying up and about. Then, right before the old seller had stopped to take a break, an extremely tall man wearing a two-piece suit cam stood in front of his little stand, his cane enunciating every step, as his coattails swung back and forth. His long beard and heterochromatic eyes added to the man's look of royalty and graceful bearing.
" Hello sir! You weren't mistaken to come here to satiate your hunger, we have the best assortment of foods in this little corner of Ohr!"
" The eyes of the corpse shall soon open."
The old vendor stopped speaking when those words were spoken. He stopped for a second, casting a deep gaze onto his dignified form. The vendor straightened his hunched back, his bald head now growing hair, and the old face then became young again. The people passed by them not noticing the sight before them, as if a veil from some far away dimension was covering their eyes.
" Are the agents in place?"
" Yes, my lord."
...
In an underground passage two men were walking in silence. The man in front wearing a beautiful blue suit with golden ornaments, his slicked back, medium length hair had a single strand of golden hair dangling in rhythm of his hurried steps. The second man, in a butler uniform, followed closely behind.
" Hurry, Milhan! We have to hurry it's finally happening; my efforts might have finally born fruit!"
" * huff* *huff* Your highness slow down! It will not go anywhere no need to rush..."
" No, I can't waste even a moment, right now I have to see it with my own eyes, the fruit of my labour!"
As the two men swiftly reached the entrance of the underground hideout, opening the doors wide he saw a sight that would etch a wide grin onto his handsome face. To him, the 4th prince of the famed and ancient Sepurnum kingdom, this image was something he greatly longed for, a way his dreams could become reality.
" ...What is that?"
With a trembling voice asked the butler called Milhan. The eyes of the prince glued forward. He walked up to the enchained, pale woman taking away a small dark blue coin from her lap. Twirling the coin between his fingers he laughed to himself, satisfied.
When I was a small kid, I dreamt of a day I would gaze upon perfection. It was long and hard period, since everything in this world is flawed... now... I at least have a sense of direction."
With a smile full of joy, the 4th prince of the Sepurnum kingdom, Thanasie Kotr said to his butler while tightly clutching the coin in his hand.
...
In Krell's ice cold room of torture, Bultear opened his heavy eyes, his fatigue weighing heavily on his body like a heavy hammer. Out of all the ways his senses could intake the cruelty before: the first was his nose, a putrid stench of death, gore, bleak futility, then when his eyes focused the face of death stared back at him. After some strength returned, he tried to move his body. Only to his horror to realize that he had been shackled and bound to a table that was more akin to a tomb prepared just for him.
" You're finally awake! You know, I have been waiting for you to wake up for a while now, my biggest masterpiece."
Insanity and degeneracy could be the only reasons as to how this man could smile so cheerfully in this hellish place. While looking at his silver hair and draping white coat, Bultear's eyes narrowed as he was reminded.
" You were the one who attacked me, the lunatic next to that white-haired man."
" Lunatic? *hahaha* ... funny thing you are. I understand... even though you are my greatest masterpiece, you're still fundamentally the same as all the others. Unable to comprehend that what I'm doing is sheer nobility and a help to humankind!"
Looking around the room Bultear scrunched his nose, and closed his eyes, unable to look any longer at the horrific image.
" This is nothing but degeneracy."
In that moment Krell quickly walked up to Bultear and pried opened his eyes with his hands thus forcing Bultear to look at his handy work, a blazing combination of anger and madness outlined on his face.
" You mustn't look away, my dear greatest masterpiece. These subjects are my previous masterpieces. They are your kindred, your fate."
Already weak from all the events, not to mention the fact that he didn't even have a moment's respite after his rebirth had left him utterly weak and powerless. They were tortured, torn apart, toyed with to that man's heart content, those people were just like him powerless. He was then again reminded of the events of the past two days.
" My fate huh? .... *hehe*... First, I get killed, then I come back to life to then be restrained and brainwashed by some sleazy interrogator-"
To properly hold his eyes open, Krell had to bend towards Bultear thus putting his head close Bultear's. The close proximity of their heads allowed Krell to hear the growing ire, anger and bitterness with each word spoken.
"- And now I am to be split open like some frog, fiddled with like some toy and in the end for my corpse to be displayed like some trophy? That is my fate you say?
Krell was shocked to realize that this man, who was drugged by him, who was supposed to be totally powerless, was somehow able to move his head that he had pinned down. His neck muscles bulging, slowly overpowering Krell's hands he turned his head towards him. Now looking deeply into his eyes, a dark glow in his pupils, a severe rage evident within them.
" If this is a fate bestowed upon me by god. Then I reject it! I reject this fate and I reject the very god that bestowed it upon me!
" Wha -...what is happening!? What is this!?"
A terrified Krell jumped back in shock when realized that his subjects, the mangled bodies had at one point started floating in the air around him. Even the corpses that were restrained were somehow able to float upwards.
*crash* *thud* *crack*
The defiled corpses that had already reached the ceiling above Bultear, suddenly started to crash into one another. Bones broke, blood splashed and flesh mingled as the test subjects now formed a massive, grotesque flesh ball.
Krell's mind was given no moment to even try to comprehend what it was witnessing, as he heard Bultear's wrath filled words ring out once more.
" I reject you too, lunatic! You spouted so much drivel about these masterpieces, join them then!
The flesh ball in the air then changed shape, forming the head of a wolf. Its monstrous form shifted downwards, the eyes a sea of blood now looking down upon a trembling Krell. Swallowing him whole with ridiculous speed.
In this room, what used to be Krell's sanctuary, now only Bultear was left. The wolf head, the monster floating above served as proof of his fated awakening.