Kalogorax snuck out the kitchens without a sound.The scent of iron and blood that was in the kitchen no longer invaded his nostrils.Looking out into the hallway Kalogorax saw no sorcerers present.
Kalogorax could feel that most of them were upstairs waking up the others.Their hurried footsteps pounded on the ceiling and their words resonating throughout the hotel.
Kalogorax knew he needed to act fast before the sorcerers were prepared.He teleported along the corridors and went round multiple corners.It was then that he reached the check in section of the hotel.
There was no one in sight and the open/close sign was right there.Multiple of the monsters outside the windows noticed him and were eager to get in.They gave roars of encouragement and compliments.
Kalogorax rushed to the open/close sign but before he reached it he felt a hand tightly grip his shoulder.Before Kalogorax could slash whoever grabbed him he was flung back with great force and speed.
He crashed into a wall leaving a crater in it which slowly repaired itself.Kalogorax fell lightly to the ground where the carpet wrapped itself around him.
"I didn't know who was so carelessly teleporting around so I teleported downstairs in order to check.I don't remember inviting a clown into my hotel."
Kalogorax looked to the source of the voice to see a young to middle-aged man.Kalogorax was confused as to why he couldn't sense the humans presence within the hotel.Was it a method or spell that allows one to mask their presence.
Kalogorax smiled as he realised that he shouldn't really care about that detail as the human was in front of him now.
Daggers appeared from within the crimson carpet as they stabbed through its material with ease.The daggers then moved in multiple directions as they shred the carpet into ribbons with ease.
Kalogorax stood up with multiple daggers all over his body with their handles embedded in his costume.
"What's going on beneath that costume clown?" Frank spoke with amusement and arrogance that he was able to back up throughout his life.
The daggers all over Kalogorax's body launched from his body with all of them somehow curving in the air and heading towards Frank at high speeds.
"You truly are a clown." declared Frank Nostradarmus as the blades rebounded from his body or had their tips break altogether from making contact with his skin.
Kalogorax was in stunned disbelief at what happened.
"What's your power?"
"I'm god within this hotel but that's all I'm gonna tell you.Figure out the rest yourself."
"Awfully presumptious to call yourself a god when you've never even met one in real life." Kalogorax who perhaps being irked by his predicament decided to take Frank down a notch.
Frank ran towards Kalogorax intending to kill him.He was likely aiming to ram him into the wall or grapple him.Before he could however Kalogorax's arms appeared to multiply with multiple daggers in them.
It was an illusion but Frank continued to head onwards to his opponent.Kalogorax lunged with multiple ethereal arms.Frank expected them to phase through his body but they landed and broke against his body.
That was until Kalogorax whipped his real arm across Frank's chest with the dagger running across his chest.A large crimson wound appeared on Frank's chest as he stepped back.
Kalogorax had grinned as he had used his spatial slash skill which enabled him to cut through anything with his daggers.His grin disappeared when he saw that the wound on Frank's chest rapidly regenerated.
Frank was a 368 year old sorcerer who had travelled around the world until he found that he didn't enjoy it and preferred to stay at home.
Frank had purchased multiple homes throughout the world under different names.He had an interest in developing new enchantments and rituals.Frank committed numerous murders around the world in his pursuit of magical knowledge.
When the local mud born authorities located one of his homes when Frank escaped from the country they were shocked to find that the home had been extremely renovated with all sorts of styles,traps,winding corridors and pits.
Frank Nostradarmus had turned his mansion into a maze of death and despair.The local sorcerers got rid of the evidence by demolishing the house and erasing most peoples memories.However people still talked about it as though it was an urban legend.An ever changing maze like home that appeared around the world where a killer would abduct people and commit horrible experiments on them.
Frank never abandoned this way of life but he did temporarily stop.He had studied architecture and ways to build your own home in his youth.Once Frank learned his true name a ritual in which the user is able to divine magical abilities and spells unique to the user he immediately purchased a large plot of land.
Frank spent the next 150 years building a hotel alone and without any help.This would be his true and final home.Following the knowledge that Frank had gained when learning his true name he created his home as he was meant to in his mind.Enchanting every brick and plank of wood with unique engravings.Using magical materials and rituals every day and most nights.
Once Frank finished he was rewarded with a multi purpose hotel where he could do anything he wanted.Figuratively and literally.
It also came with multiple benefits and restrictions.Frank was able to pour more and more magic into the hotel and manipulate it and its space and time however he wanted.He could manipulate anything inside of it apart from foreign life.He could also tap into the magic that he had stored within the hotel for decades which granted Frank ascendant physical abilities,near invulnerability and regeneration when inside the hotel.
He would be greatly weakened when he exited the hotel however.Not to mention he would be unable survive outside the hotel for more then three days.The hotel had literally become a part of Frank's life.If anyone had helped Frank build the hotel then it wouldn't work.