"h..H..Hel..p.."
Hayat was absolutely in shock. Her brother. Her only little brother whom she couldn't save five years ago. She failed to save him today too. Her legs buckled infront of her brother. Her trembling hands picked the frail body and holded him close. Her lips quivered as she mumbled "I am sorry" continuously as if chanting to the now cold body in her hands. She kept chanting healing incantations but to no avail. The body of her brother kept getting cold in her hands. She looked at his face and wondered, "how frail...how weak....what must have happened to you inside that place?? What did you see??". Hayat didn't know what to do except for holding him more closer to herself. She couldn't afford to lose him him once again. He was the only one left in her life who kept her sane. She didn't want to turn into a cold blooded monster again. So she continued to hold him more closer as if trying to warm the now cold body.
" I am selfish my dear brother. It's I who needs you more than anything. Don't leave me again. Help me! Help me from going insane! Help me out of my madness!! You are my only faith!!!!!! So please live!! LIVE!!! PLEASE!!! I BEG OF YOU!!!! PLEASE LIVE!!!"
Jafar observed this as he reached near the door of the mausoleum. That bamboo hat guy was already gone. He disappeared on the spot as soon as he killed Oren. No one could do anything. That man was very skilled in assassination as it took him only a second to stab the sword through Oren's heart.
He looked at Hayat who was completely stained in Oren's blood. She kept mumbling something in Oren's ear. He has seen how Hayat broke down after Oren disappeared five years ago. She became a killing machine. She reached top ranks in assassin community. Everyone feared and respected her. She was like a lord of demons. That's how she became the chief of Wazir Clan and has protected them ever since. Finally when she saw hope through his prophecy, Oren was killed right infront of her eyes. Jafar wondered, what will Hayat turn into now. He was sure that she will destroy this whole world all in the name of revenge. No one would be spared. That was her madness.
As he kept wondering this, he heard a gasp. He swiftly turned around, finding out that gasp came out of Hayat. Then his eyes headed down to Oren in her arms. A green smoke emitting from the black notebook in Oren's hand started to cocoon Oren inside it. It was so eerie that it left shivers down Jafar's spine. It was ominous. Jafar could feel the hatred and negative energy in this smoke. He grabbed Hayat's shoulder and swiftly took five steps back. Hayat also had a pale face as she watched this phenomenon taking place infront of her. She could feel it to her bones. It was powerful, dark, vile, poisonous even. Death. That's what this smoke could be described.
The other members of the clan who saw the whole ordeal take place were standing metres away from the place. They felt intense fear. They didn't want to take any steps further. They felt like they would be torn apart limb from limb, gobbled and chewed on until their souls were crushed. They never experienced such fear in their lives. It was terrifying.
Similarly whole of Kafak experienced this eerie gloomy atmosphere. The animals started to run towards their caves and habitats. The merchants traveling bent down in fear crying prayers towards the sky. Outside Kafak, commoners closed their doors and windows and kept praying inside their houses. They held protection talismans in their hands praying fervently to protect them from this nightmare. The man in white robe and conical bamboo hat who was now outside Kafak and traveling down the streets, paused in his steps.
Beep. Beep.
"Your Holiness"
An aged voice came out of the silver ring on the bamboo hat man's forefinger.
" The devil...is born"
Silence ensued as such words came out of the ring.
The man replied "I stabbed him through his heart your Holiness".
The aged voice replied back "Yes you did. He should have died. But he didn't. Something is protecting the devil".
As the man in bamboo heart heard this, he shivered. His back was cold with sweat. He has learnt about the ancient times from his elders. He knew the weight behind the sentences 'something is protecting the devil'. A devil is the most dangerous and powerful entity to exist. They are foul beings with extreme power in their hands. They were worst than demons. But something which protects the devil, that entity, was the worst of all kind. It almost lead ancient times towards apocalypse.
The man looked at the sky and silently whispered, "will god's help us this time?"
The aged voice replied "I don't know".
Beep.beep.
The call disconnected. The man then smiled a little. His eyes were shining as bright as the stars twinkling in the sky.
He whispered, "Finally I can have some fun".
Haha. Haha. hahahahahhahahahahahahaha.
The man's laugh echoed throughout the now empty streets.