Mayor Richard Red stormed into his office, slamming the door behind him, exhaustion and frustration etched on his face. He grabbed the landline receiver, his hand shaking with anticipation. "Hello, darling. I won't be coming home tonight. Sleep tight, and don't open the door for anyone," he said, trying to keep his voice steady.
A low, menacing chuckle echoed through the line, sending shivers down Richard's spine. "Well, she did... hahahahaha." Richard's grip on the receiver tightened, his knuckles white with tension.
"Who are you? Don't harm my family!" he shouted, slamming his fist on the desk, the sound reverberating through the room. The voice on the other end slurred, "You should worry about yourself, Mayor. You've made some... enemies."
Richard's eyes scanned the room frantically, his mind racing. He spotted a hidden pistol in his drawer and grabbed it, feeling a surge of adrenaline. "Is it money? I'll give you anything!" he pleaded, trying to stall.
"No, Richard. Your wealth can't buy what I want," the voice replied, its tone dripping with malice. Richard's finger trembled on the trigger. "What do you want?" he demanded.
"Someone took my son today. Now, I'll take someone from you. Eye for an eye, Mayor," the voice sneered. Richard's face paled, his heart sinking.
"Sir, I'm sorry for your loss, but my family—" he began, but the voice cut him off.
"Don't play dumb, Richard. You tried to kill me. Remember?" Shannon's voice was laced with venom.
Richard's memories flashed back to the attempted assassination. "Shannon?!" he exclaimed, his voice echoing through the office.
Shannon's laughter sent chills down Richard's spine. "Ah, you remember. How quaint." Richard smashed his fist into the wall, pistol still clutched.
"How are you still alive?" Richard demanded, his voice low and menacing.
"Doesn't matter. What matters is you'll be burying your wife tonight. Or perhaps... I'll spare her. The uncertainty is delicious," Shannon taunted.
Richard's world crumbled. "Let me speak to her," he begged.
Shannon handed the phone to Richard's wife. "Hello, darling. I'm coming," Richard said, desperation creeping into his voice.
"I'm scared," she whispered, her voice trembling.
Richard slammed down the phone and rushed out, pistol in hand. He burst through the door, mounted his horse, and galloped toward home, the wind whipping through his hair.
Shannon's laughter echoed through the night, haunting Richard's every step. As Richard rode, his heart pounded in his chest, and he sensed Shannon's eyes watching him.
Richard's horse thundered toward his house. Would he make it in time? The thought sent a chill down his spine.
He rode faster, his mind racing with worst-case scenarios. What would he find when he arrived? Was his wife still alive?
The darkness seemed to close in around him, and Richard's anxiety spiked. He pushed his horse harder, the animal's hooves pounding the ground.
Suddenly, the lights of his house came into view. Richard's heart skipped a beat. Something was off. The windows were shattered, and the door hung open.
Location the Mayor Richard's House
(...Location: The Incursio Hideout...)
Shannon slumped in his chair, his voice laced with a hangover accent. "I've called you here to let you all know... I'm letting you go. Go live your lives in the city, not always hiding in these walls. It's time to see the sun."
Dikstra, Sky, Rage, and Frost exchanged skeptical glances.
"What's going on, Shannon?" Rage asked, breaking the silence.
Shannon's gaze dropped, his eyes clouding. "Keon's death... it hit me hard. Losing him brought back all the demons I thought I'd buried."
Sky's expression softened. "We're sorry, Shannon. We lost a brother."
Shannon's voice cracked. "I've been running from my past for too long. Keon's death made me realize I've been living in denial. And now... I've made things worse."
Frost's brow furrowed. "What do you mean?"
Shannon's eyes locked onto theirs, filled with a mix of guilt and dread. "My actions have awakened my greatest enemy... Lukas."
Dikstra's face darkened. "Lukas? The mage?"
Shannon nodded, his expression grim. "The one who's been haunting my dreams for years. I thought I'd left him behind, but... he's back, and he's not alone."
Rage's jaw clenched. "We'll stand with you, Shannon."
Shannon's smile was lopsided. "No, you won't. This is my fight. I've put you all in danger just by being near me. It's time for you to leave."
The room fell silent, the weight of Shannon's words sinking in.
"Shannon, we—" Sky began.
"No," Shannon interrupted, his voice firm. "Go. Live. Forget about me and Incursio. Elijah will stop at nothing to destroy everything I care about. I won't have your deaths on my conscience."
"Well Trust me when I say, They just signed their death contracts" Elijah arrives at the scene. He was carrying The Demon King Hakal's sword which kills a supernatural and sends it to hell prison. The Incursio turned and faced Lukas but Shannon stopped them before they attacked.
"Hello wolf, Old friend" greeted Elijah in a funny voice .
(300 years ago : The story of Shannon and Elijah's vendetta)
Hakal and Elijah were the best friends and the first rulers of the earth and underworld. They didn't know who created them, but they called him the Great Architect.
They were separated because of their duties. Hakal was in charge of the land of the dead, and Elijah was a powerful Mage in the land of the living.
One day, Hakal decided to visit the earth to stay with Elijah. He wanted to create a supernatural being to help them with their duties. Hakal opened the Hell's gate and visited his best friend Elijah.
Elijah listened to what Hakal was saying, and he agreed. They decided to give it a shot.
They took an animal they were forbidden to take by the Great Architect - a wolf. They started the ritual, and the wolf grew seven more tails, making it an eight-tailed wolf.
The wolf's body turned into a power pearl. The pearl needed a fresh dead human body that had died just a few minutes ago.
The power pearl magically disappeared. "Oh boy," said Hakal.
Location: Zolith City, Shannon's House
Shannon was a 17-year-old boy living with his mother. It was a time of war between Tylne and Zolith.
Tylne troops raided Shannon's house. They didn't go easy on Shannon's mother. "Leave her alone!" Shannon shouted, trying to intervene.
One of the soldiers shot Shannon in the head, and he died. His mother screamed, seeing her son's lifeless body fall to the tough floor.
The power pearl that Elijah and Hakal created entered Shannon's body. It revived him and made him immortal.
Shannon rose from the dead, experiencing changes in his body. His eyes turned yellow, and he grew long canine teeth like a wolf's. He had claws.
One of the soldiers holding his mother took out a dagger and stabbed her in the throat. "Mother!" Shannon screamed.
Shannon lost control for a few seconds. When he regained his senses, all five soldiers were dead, their heads severed and lying on the ground.
"What have I done?" Shannon asked himself, witnessing the dead bodies.
He left the house in superspeed, struggling to understand his new powers.
Location: Forest
Shannon's superspeed carried him deep into the forest, where he stumbled upon a lone Tylne soldier. In the ensuing scuffle, Shannon was shot, but to his astonishment, he didn't die.
The bullet wound healed instantly, and Shannon realized his immortality.
Word of his invincibility spread, reaching the Zolith City Army Commander. The Commander sought Shannon out and brought him to the embassy, proclaiming to the Mayor, "This young man is an angel sent by God to protect us."
But Shannon's thoughts seethed with vengeance. His mother's brutal murder fueled an unquenchable rage against Tylne City's troops.
His powers whispered tantalizing promises: "Unleash your wrath, and none shall stand in your way."
Shannon surrendered to his fury.
Tylne City's soldiers, stationed at the outskirts of Zolith, were Shannon's first target. With lightning at his command, he struck.
Electrical bolts rained down, incinerating troops and equipment. Shannon's superspeed allowed him to weave through the chaos, striking from unexpected angles.
Claws extended, he tore through metal and flesh with ease. Soldiers fled in terror, but Shannon's pursuit was relentless.
He summoned a maelstrom of lightning, engulfing the enemy camp. The crackling energy danced across the landscape, leaving smoldering ruins.
Shannon's canine teeth lengthened, and his eyes blazed yellow. The wolf within him howled, hungry for destruction.
Tylne City's soldiers fell by the hundreds: Lightning bolts speared through barracks, reducing them to ashes. Shannon's claws ripped through tanks, spilling flaming oil. Superspeed allowed him to outrun artillery, striking from behind. The tally of the slain grew: 100... 200... 300... 400... 500.
Tylne City's army crumbled, shattered by Shannon's unbridled fury.
As the dust settled, Shannon stood victorious, his chest heaving with exertion. His powers pulsed, still hungry for destruction.
Hakal and Elijah emerged from the shadows, surveying the carnage-strewn battlefield. Their eyes locked onto Shannon, standing amidst the ruins.
"Well done, Shannon," Hakal said, approaching him. "Your power is breathtaking."
Shannon's gaze snapped toward the newcomers, his yellow eyes narrowing.
"Who are you?" Shannon demanded, claws still extended.
Elijah stepped forward, his eyes gleaming with interest. "We are your creators, Shannon. Hakal and Elijah."
Shannon's expression twisted. "Creators? What do you mean?"
Hakal's smile hinted at secrets. "We forged the Incursio, the eight-tailed wolf spirit within you. You're our masterpiece."
Shannon's mind reeled. "My mother... the soldiers... it's all because of you?"
Hakal's expression turned solemn. "We never intended harm, Shannon. Our goal was to create a being capable of maintaining balance between life and death."
Shannon's anger simmered. "Balance? You call this balance?"
Elijah's eyes flashed. "Enough, Shannon. You're too volatile."
With lightning speed, Hakal struck Shannon's neck, rendering him unconscious.
"Time to take our creation home," Elijah said, as they lifted Shannon's limp form.
Shannon's thoughts faded to black, his last memory the image of his creators' enigmatic smiles.
When Shannon came to, he found himself in an unfamiliar chamber, surrounded by ancient artifacts and strange symbols.
Hakal and Elijah stood nearby, watching him.
"Welcome back, Shannon," Hakal said. "We'll begin your training now."
...3 years later...
Three years passed, and Shannon's training reached its climax. Hakal and Elijah deemed him ready to fulfill his purpose.
"Shannon, your skills are unmatched," Elijah said, observing their creation's mastery of the Incursio's power.
"You're now prepared to guard the Hell's Gate," Hakal announced, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.
Shannon's expression darkened. "I won't do it."
Hakal's brow furrowed. "Refusing your duty?"
"I know what you're planning," Shannon said, his voice cold. "You want me to trap souls in Hell, perpetuating your twisted balance."
Elijah's smile twisted. "You were created for this, Shannon."
"I won't be a pawn in your game," Shannon declared, his yellow eyes blazing.
Without warning, Shannon unleashed a flurry of punches and kicks, fueled by the Incursio's power.
Hakal and Elijah countered with their own mastery of dark arts.
The battle raged on:
Shannon's claws ripped through shadows, only to be met by Hakal's Demon King sword.
Elijah summoned tendrils of darkness, binding Shannon momentarily.
Shannon shattered the restraints with a burst of lightning.
Hakal charged forward, sword flashing in the dim light.
Shannon parried each strike, his movements a blur.
In a sudden reversal, Shannon grasped Hakal's wrist, twisting it.
The Demon King sword turned against its owner.
With a swift thrust, Shannon stabbed Hakal, sending his soul to Hell.
"No!" Elijah screamed.
Elijah turned to flee, but Shannon was relentless.
"You're next!" Shannon roared.
Elijah sprinted through the crumbling fortress, Shannon hot on his heels.
Finally, Elijah vanished into the night, escaping Shannon's wrath.
Breathless, Shannon stood alone, determined to forge his own path.
"I am no one's pawn," he whispered.
To be continued...