Omni Pov
The once majestic mansion now lay in ruins, a haunting sight that spoke of devastation and loss. Every corner of the grand estate bore the scars of destruction, painting a bleak picture of what had once been a symbol of opulence and refinement.
The exterior walls, once adorned with intricate architectural details, were now reduced to crumbling fragments. The bricks and stones that had once stood proudly now lay scattered on the ground, as if they had succumbed to the weight of despair. Ivy, once meticulously maintained, now twisted and tangled, adding an eerie and overgrown touch to the dilapidated structure.
The entrance, once a grand gateway to a world of elegance, now stood as a broken threshold. The towering doors, once solid and imposing, were now splintered and barely hanging on their hinges. The grandeur that once greeted guests had been replaced with an air of desolation and abandonment.
Inside, the once-gilded halls echoed with a mournful silence. The walls, adorned with fine art and ornate tapestries, were now stripped bare, their remnants torn and tattered. The marble floors, once polished to a mirror-like shine, were cracked and chipped, bearing the weight of the tragedy that had befallen them.
The grand staircase, a centerpiece of the mansion's elegance, now stood as a broken monument. Its banisters, once gracefully curving, were twisted and jagged, offering a stark contrast to the splendor they had once exuded. Each step, once sturdy and supportive, now creaked under the weight of the devastation.
The rooms, once filled with life and laughter, were now abandoned and forlorn. The ballroom, once the site of lavish gatherings, now stood in darkness, its chandeliers shattered and their shards scattered across the floor. The dining hall, where feasts were shared and stories were told, now lay in disarray, its once grand table overturned and shattered.
The gardens, once a testament to natural beauty, were now overgrown and wild. The vibrant flowers that once bloomed in meticulously manicured beds had withered away, leaving behind only thorny bushes and tangled vines. The once serene pond now lay stagnant, its waters murky and lifeless.
Amidst the destruction, there were glimpses of what once was. A fragment of a stained glass window, depicting a scene of beauty and tranquility, still clung to the remains of its frame. A cracked mirror, reflecting a distorted image of the past, stood as a haunting reminder of what had been lost.
The mansion, in its current state, bore witness to the passage of time and the ravages of tragedy. It stood as a silent testament to the fragility of human achievement and the transient nature of material wealth. Yet, in its ruins, there was also a sense of come back and the possibility of vengeance . From the ashes of destruction, new beginnings could emerge, and the mansion's legacy could be rewritten.
'Someone has been here' Thought raymond
Raymond cautiously made his way through the wreckage, stepping over debris and broken fragments of what used to be a grand office space. The air was heavy with dust, and the faint scent of burnt wood hung in the air, a chilling reminder of the destruction that had taken place.
As he ventured deeper into the office, his heart heavy with anticipation and dread, Raymond's eyes fell upon a sight that sent a shiver down his spine. There, lying motionless on the floor, was the lifeless body of Marcus, his mentor and ally.
Marcus was sprawled amidst the rubble, his form partially covered by fallen beams and scattered papers. Raymond's steps quickened, his heart pounding in his chest as he reached out a trembling hand to gently touch Marcus's cold skin. The once vibrant and charismatic man now lay still, his features frozen in a haunting expression of pain and despair.
The remnants of Marcus's office bore witness to the violence that had taken place. Shattered glass littered the floor, remnants of shattered windows that had allowed chaos to infiltrate this once sacred space. The walls, once adorned with accolades and framed accomplishments, now bore the marks of bullet holes and scorch marks, a testament to the brutality that had unfolded.
As Raymond knelt beside Marcus's lifeless body, a whirlwind of emotions swirled within him. Grief, anger, and a deep sense of vengenace mingled in his core, fueling his resolve to seek justice for his fallen mentor. The sight of Marcus's broken form only served to strengthen his resolve, igniting a fire within him that could not be extinguished.
With a heavy heart, Raymond closed Marcus's eyes, offering a silent prayer for his departed soul. He vowed to carry on Marcus's legacy, to take control of the organization that was once his and bring an end to the darkness that had claimed his mentor's life. As he stood up, a newfound objetive coursed through his veins, his eyes now focused on the path ahead, filled with challenges .
Raymond saw that there was something below Marcus desk
'I´m sorry Raymond' Said ra in his mind
'Why?'Replied raymond confused
'I know that you had felt gratitude for marcus for all the things he has done to you' Said Ra
'He was... , a nice man' Said raymond
His hand reached a book, raymond inspect it and found it was from Marcus
He gingerly opened the worn leather-bound diary that Marcus had left behind, a treasure trove of secrets and revelations. As he turned the pages, he discovered an unexpected truth that would forever change his perception of his mentor.
'WHAT? MARCUS WAS A SQUIB!!!' Thought raymond in a unbelieving tone
'So... the mistery deepens' Replied ra
The words on the yellowed pages unveiled a hidden side of Marcus, a secret he had carefully guarded throughout his life. Marcus was not a wizard but a squib, someone born into a magical family but lacking the ability to perform magic. It was a revelation that rocked Raymond to his core, challenging his beliefs and shattering the pedestal on which he had placed his mentor.
But among the pages, Raymond found more than just Marcus's confession. The diary contained detailed accounts of his struggles, his yearning to belong in a world that deemed him inadequate. It spoke of his unwavering dedication to the cause, despite his limitations, and his tireless efforts to support and guide Raymond from the shadows.
As Raymond read on, his eyes widened with surprise. Marcus had left behind a substantial inheritance for him, ensuring that Raymond would have the means to continue his fight and reign the forces of darkness in the world. The revelation spoke volumes about the depth of Marcus's love and faith in his protégé, even in the face of his own perceived inadequacies.
But there was more. Tucked within the pages was a meticulously written note, outlining the identity of a traitors within their organization. Marcus had uncovered the sinister plot and had entrusted Raymond with the responsibility to expose and bring the traitors to death. The burden of this knowledge weighed heavily on Raymond's shoulders, but he knew he had to honor Marcus's trust and fulfill his final request.
'So there were more than one traitor' Thought raymond darkly
'Raymond?'Asked ra sensing the change in raymond
'It´s appears that we have a lot of job to do Ra' Thought raymond with a cold face devoid from any emotion
'Ah ... Vengeance always sweet' Commented Ra darkly
"Well , let's review what we have" Said Raymond in a neutral tone
"We have :
- A large sum of money
- Information about the traitors and all of their possesions
- We have the info that Marcus was a squib
All courtesy of Marcus , he knew he was going to die so he gave them the last middle finger ,ha ha hahahaahhahahahaHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH" Said raymond while he laugh like the dark empath he was
'So Raymond what will be doing to them?' Asked ra with a cruel smile on his face
' I know what they deserve ... ' Thought raymond amusedly
He examine the room a little more and found a box with a black suit, some pair of glasses and a card that says congratulations raymond for your first mission
'What?' Asked ra with a fierce and cruel expresion , he already knows the answer
"Extermination" Said raymond with a look that promices vengeance ,pain , suffering and a great amout of fun and joy for him