The face of his father was irritated and constantly twitching.
The strange morphed figure took a short step back before the face of Julius' father transformed into an empty black slate.
A rocky voice crashed out from the inner depths of the figure.
"You are not the one I need."
"You bear too little resentment."
"Die."
The red figure vanished in a swirl of shifting red.
The yellow hue in the room flickered.
Julius' mind finally calmed itself. His thoughts were thawed and began flowing once more like a blissful stream.
'What... What was that?'
His Father's face had just materialized before him. The strange red-hooded being had vanished.
'Is it an ability to create a figure who I dislike? Because it picked the best guy for the job...'
The flickering yellow light dimmed in a sick instant.
Thud.
Julius heard something fall to the floor by his right.
He straightened his back and readied himself.
