The rain has already stopped for an hour now, the pirates were long gone, his compass was no longer in his hands. The remnants of the storm marked the grounds. The grass drenched, the mud, the water slowly dripping off the roof. The sound of droplets echoed through and in his bedroom, sat a mayor whose mind wandered upon. He heard none of those sounds, he saw none of those sights. He looked ahead at the empty room as if waiting for something–someone to arrive.
The wind entered his room through the open window. The whispers or screams of both warning and commands were no longer in the air. The breeze of the air and sea could no longer hit his nose, the smell of wet soil and daffodils dominated his senses.
The eerie feeling settled in, the chilling wind embracing his body, he sat on his chair in his room all alone. He sensed his reckoning, through the moonlight slowly coming out the dark clouds, it flashed his ended fate.
He sensed her.
There she entered slowly, the mystical feeling almost enclosing him to madness. Her bare feet softly and gently pressed to the marble floor. Each step light, the weight of a soul, the floor shackled on her as if kissing such an entrance was aligned with honor.
The room lightened with not only the light coming from the moon but by the light she had circling in her frame. Her hair gracefully dangled in her side to her waist, the wind touching it in the most elegant ways he could ever see.
Yet as he watched her approach him he felt heavy.
The airways of his lungs suddenly felt full, as if waters had slipped with every bronchi. The taste of salt water in his tongue, almost poisonous to the palate. A smile in her lips, as beautiful as ever.
Their first meeting, him being a young man who traveled the sea, flashed on his eyes.
The memories of his wasted youth, his dreams, his crew, his people, visited him like a haunted ghost. The mayor's eyes widened in horror, tears streamed down his face as he knew he could no longer save himself from her.
"Hello Gerald." She sang through the air, her voice beautiful yet so mysteriously dangerous.
His tears streamed like mighty falls, traveling in his cheeks like a kiss of goodbyes. The smile that he had always been enchanted on, the beauty that had roped him, had finally returned for the promised hunt.
"And what you might want to say to me."
Her words danced with the unheard rhythm, the sound of a menacing tone lies within it.
Her eyes, blue as a raging sea stared at him where he drowned. Her tiny and soft delicate hands held his huge neck softly. The comparison of their sizes brought no sign of harm, the petite woman looks more fragile next to him.
Yet with ease he lifted him through the air, an allowance of breathable oxygen was generously given but despite that he couldn't breathe.
"My beauty."
He managed to coax out, remembering what he had been saying as a greeting to her highly presence.
His words brought a proud smile to her mouth, loving the praise as always. It fed into her narcissism. Eyes gleamed with satisfaction, almost wanting the man in her hold wielding such beginnings for his life, yet he could not afford.
"I told you to give him the compass, did I?"
She tightened her hold on his neck, her eyes looking at him with entertainment.
The eerie smile never left, adding to the haunted sight and the blowing wind that surrounds them.
"Yes."
He choked, his hands touched her soft ones, almost scratching her in the process as he fought for the air to travel his lungs once again.
"Amused me then, on why despite my raging warnings you tell such aiding tales."
She spat, her anger traveling within her veins. Her magic peered too dangerously, giving him a chance to look at her powers that he had been fascinated with and deeply terrified with.
"The boy! " He coughed. "He deserved to know!"
She raised her brows in questions, daring the almost dead man to continue.
"I won't let you corrupt any more sailors." He weakly whispered.
"Heroism? Compassion? You are not a god to decide what I do!"
She raved, her voice echoing to the empty halls. Gerald examined her one last time in his life, in her raging eyes and the darkness of her nature, she was still more beautiful than no other. He laughed softly yet bitterness laid on the tone as he thought back to his past. Her beguiling indemnity and soul trapped him to where he was now.
Laid in her hold, life at the edge of her fingertips.
He felt somehow condoling, not only to his past and to the people who perished for following him, but he pitied himself. That even at this moment, in the mercy of her evilness he couldn't help but be enchanted by her.
Fooling himself to believe that her face was still carrying the innocence it once had; as an act to deceived yet he was still enchanted to it, unable to fight back.
"And so are you." He voiced out painfully, his voice strained from the tight hold.
"Not a god."
He knew exactly how to anger her, if he couldn't escape such incantation then at least he could escape her by death.
"Devil."
His words rang in her ears, as she succumbed to her fueled anger. But the anger would never taint the beauty of such an entity. Even with murder in her hands, where she stood perfectly like an Aphrodite. The beauty of what seemed to be a goddess, alluring and mystical, strange yet beautiful, the unknown phenomena of beauty that makes men either astray or follow her.
A beauty that could turn men into monsters.
With her jet black hair, that could tell the world of her elegance. Her pale skin that was admired by many, moonlight helping the canvas of her cold porcelain complexion. The raging sea in her eyes, slowly shifting to a hazel one, the night disappearing on its alluring hues. She smiled sweetly at him, her lips curved in the most beautiful smile that almost warmed his being.
She reminded him of what was before him, untouchable, irresistible, powerful. The beautiful sight was a gift for his departure, slowly she leaned in and touched the coldness of his skin with her mouth. Kissing the corner of his mouth, so delicate and fascinating.
A ghost whisper went to his ears as he closed his eyes.
A given appreciation of what came as a sarcastic and evil sentence, making sure he knew his incapability, incompetence, and his useless life, not worthy of her presence.
She innocently smiled at him as their eyes met before killing him.
Her smile widened.
That night remained as dangerously mysterious and dark. With the smell of the wet soil and daffodils hanging in the air, the wind remained cold in that empty room through the halls of the huge mansion. Not one breath was heard, the beat of someone's heart had shut down and so did the temperature of his body.
As if nothing had happened, his body stayed all alone as she was gone into thin air. Traveling into the mist of her enigma, she disappeared and never to be seen unless she wanted to. But into the waters where she couldn't remember, she would not dare to stand. Only in the wind and the angry storm where she could let her presence be.
The devil left that night, leaving only the cold wind behind.
And into the morning, where the mark of death revealed itself in the mayor's room. Sounds of the wind thrashed the room. Curtains flew in the air like floating dresses of a ghost that rode the wind. The chilly breath of the morning spread across, touching every corner and skin of the tainted place. Fog slowly entered the cold vicinity, groggy in the morning sky that lighted through the open window.
The brightness yet cold sphere of now almost sun rays coming out of the gray clouds of morning, dashed the sight of what it is to behold. The events of that storm, from last night's blackbuster of a scene. Meeting the horrendous eyes of the scavenger who entered the room with nothing but greets. Unable to come up with it as it met the body of its master, dead.
"Sir, Gerald. Good morning."
That was the first sound that entered the silent halls.
"Sir, I know it's quite early but you asked for me to come before I open my shop."
Series of knocks echoed through the corridor, along with her bossy tone that somehow came as threatening as before.
"Sir, it's Freya. Pardon me for the intrusion." She rolled her eyes with the way she formally spoke, thanking that the mayor could not see her act the way she did.
"Look, don't go cussing me out now Sir. But your son–"
She stopped herself when she noticed the mayor slumped on his seat. There was hesitancy in her steps when she tried to approach the body. The closer she got, the more she could see. The black and bruised markings were visible along the line of his neck. The sign of suffocation, the opened mouth, the pale and purple skin.
Her blue eyes widened in horror, screaming as she ran across the hall for help. Her cries were heard all over the place, her steps almost threatening her life as she slipped down the stairs, but the beating of her did not stop her.
"Erwin."
She cried in her trembling voice, calling out to the man who would like to see what was in the room.
"The mayor, your father is..."
The result of all that came together in that chaos and dangerous night, all in the body that laid across the room. Pale and cold, the body lies like a twig, hard as a log. Rigor mortis settled in hours ago, duplicating the time of its passing. The room eerily exerted a certain enigma of something unfathomable. The gust of unknown that lingered in the air, the horror in the dead man's face.
"How did…How?"
Telling the stories that were forbidden to be heard. He faced the horizon of the afterlife with no permission to utter; dead men tell no tales.
"Sir, the pirate king had visited last night."
Someone took out the wrong information to tell, and someone had been framed the wrong crime.
A man who bore the age of mid twenties stared with grief and anger to the man after him. Eyes traveling to the inches of its deceased form, a tear rolling to his cheek unable to grasp in beliefs.
The man that was his father laid in front of him dead. The traces of murder in their whole estate foretells the whole beginning. He reeked with madness and revenge as he continued to ponder on the face of the man that gave him the world.
This anger sparked a new battle to be told, seas to be explored to find the ship that carried the satisfaction of his rage. Only in his hands will carry the revenge that he blindly sought. The face of his beloved father. Murdered with no remorse despite the honor of negotiation.
The young man; soon to take on as the new mayor, left the title all alone. Seeking the vast ocean to something that he wanted more than a mere title that offers power and status. In his hands, he desired the death of one man that had fatedly became his worst enemy.
Inclined to see and only see, in his palms the head of the pirate king as he destroyed his whole crew, his dreams, and his journey.
"I will take everything from you, pirate king."