He walked in the place with his hands in his pocket. He wore a black button up suit, a rollex watch around his wrist. Everybody turned their heads to look at the unknown man, he looked expensive. His walk oozed confidence. There were murmurs among all the people, some people were admiring, some were wondering who he was, some were envying him, some were saying that he looks arrogant. Listening to all them his lips lifted up in a half smirk. Soon he reached the desired room.
In the room was an old man in his fifties who had his hands pulling on his wife's hair," You think you are very smart huh? Flirting with every rich man you see"
"I was not flirtingwith him. We were just talking." "Yea sure you bitch,listen , and listen very carefully if you ever think of slutting around again I will burn you alive. " he said squeezing her jaw bruttally. "You think you are so high and mighty by hurting me? You are nothing but a sick excuse of a man. You are sick, and a coward you are a psychopath " she said with resentment. her eyes crimson red from crying.
Listening to her words all the man could see was red, he was shaking with anger. In a fit of anger he pulled his wife and threw her over the balcony. She screamed as she fell down, her head touched the ground and blood splattered all over. But no one listened to the scream because the noise from the party overpowered the noise of her scream.
He stood there leaning on the wall with his hands in the pocket and watched the scene unfold in front of him. Just as the wife landed on the ground he came in view to the man. The man looked at him and wondered if had seen what just happened. He couldn't understand from his expression whether or whether not he had seen anything. "Did you see anything boy?" he asked trying to look intimidating. But with a height of 5' 5 and a round belly he looked nothing to be intimidated by.
"Yes I did codger. I saw you throwing your wife off the balcony." listening to him saying it with so much ease feared the man.
He wondered who he was? How was he not scared? Swallowing down the fear he took out his gun, "You will have to go, I cannot be having any slip ups." he fires the bullet, and the bullet goes straight to his heart and huge amount of blood starts oozing out. But nothing seemed to happen to him. His eyes remained cold and face void of any single emotion. He stared straight into the man's soul, tilting his head he asked the man if he was done. He looked down at his shirt and suit jacket which were now covered with blood, he rolled his eyes, "Do you know how expensive this was?" shaking his head he dusted of the blood and the blood completely vanished. Looking at this the man's legs shook, he stepped back then tripped and fell on the floor. "What are you?" he asked in a shaky voice. "You... You are a monster!" he screamed. Listening to him he stood unbothered and took a step further, the man slided backwards on the floor. Smirking he opened the buttons of his suit jacket and sat on his knees bending to his level, he whispered, "I am your doom." saying that he bought his hand up, he closed his palm and then snapped it open. Just as he opened his palm, the man's bones started to break, they started getting distracted. Looking at his artwork he smirked. He the squinted his eyes and several burn marks started appearing all over the man's skin. The man started screaming loudly, he wailed, and on top of all that he was confused as hell on what was happening to him and how was all this happening. He started begging for mercy. "Who are you? What do you want? Why are you doing this to me? "He cried. "Please stop, please, I will do whatever you tell me to do, but please stop this" "Did you stop when your wives had begged you to? You never stopped, not until they were dead. You did this several times with thirteen women. What makes you think you are deserving of any mercy?" to this he replied," They deserved this, all the women deserve nothing but this, they are all selfish, full of greed. They only care about money and themselves." "Just because the woman you loved, did this to you, doen't mean every woman is the same. You are nothing but a coward who is still living in the past. And now you have been taking out your anger of being incapable on those who are physically weaker than you. What did you think? That your actions won't have any consequences? With your thirteenth wife gone, the vessel of your sin is full to the brim now." "Although it should have been full sooner, but she likes to give you human a lot of chances." he said shaking his head. "So what are you gonna do? Kill me?" the man asked gasping for air. "Death?" he raised his eyebrows, "Souls like yours don't get the privilege of death so easily. You are gonna have to beg for it." The man looked scared for his life, listening to those words he shivered. Getting up he buttoned his suit jacket, putting his hands in the pocket of his trousers, he said, "When they come here you are going to tell them what you did just now and what you have done in the past. If you dare to disobey me the pain will increase." saying this he walked out of the room.
While getting out of the place he bumped into women. His one hand went to her waist and the other went her arm to hold her and save her from falling. His eyes met the women's eyes and he raised he parted his lips as if he was surprised to see her. Making sure she stood on her own he then walked off.