As years went by,The vengeance of the butcher continued,Under the cloak of night, Nero donned the mask—an intricate visage that obscured his identity and ignited fear among the wicked. He became the Masked Butcher, a ghost haunting the nightmares of the corrupt priests.
With each swing of his sword, he carved a path through the legions of evil, liberating villages that had long forgotten the taste of freedom.
As tales of his exploits spread from mouth to ear, families once silenced by oppression began to believe once more. Mothers whispered of the masked figure who snatched their children from the clutches of sacrifice, and fathers spoke of the justice meted out under the pale light of the moon.
Nero was just 18 but the mask he bore became a symbol of resistance against the tyrants cloaked in sanctity.
There were 4 religious figures who were the centre of priesthood in the commoners land, just as every other priest they were corrupt ,they enforced religious laws that misguided people,They depleted wealth of villages .
They were the leaders of the great temple in marhaba which was one of the main towns in the commoners lands.
They operated in the shadows, extorting the commoners and laundering riches through the temples. They were priests who masqueraded as righteous, but their hearts harbored only greed and malice.
Fueled by the suffering of his people, Nero devised a bold plan.Nero knew this was his next mission,he knew they had to begone for the good of people so he enters marhaba waiting patiently for his strike.
On a moonless night, cloaked by darkness, Nero infiltrates the great temple of the four most notorious religious mafias—each one a fortress of gold and wickedness.
The air was heavy with incense as he moved like a wraith, leaving behind whispers of vengeance and shadows of hope.
He found the leaders in their opulent chambers, indulging in wealth amassed from the suffering they orchestrated.With an unexpected ferocity, he revealed himself—a spectral figure, masked yet imposing, and wielding his daggers.
The priests turned pale, their laughter turning to screams as the Masked Butcher laid bare their sins, exposing their hypocrisy to the very people they had exploited.
One by one, he dispatched them, each swing of his blade a liberation for the souls they had chained. The first priest, a bloated figure of greed, whispered frantic prayers that fell on deaf ears.
The second, cloaked in false righteousness, begged for mercy, but the cries of the people echoed in Nero's mind.
The third fell remorseful, lamenting the path he had chosen, but it was too late for redemption.
The final priest, a man known for his cunningness and deceit, stood before Nero, trembling. "You think you are a savior?" he hissed, sweat pouring down his face.
"You are just a murderer!"
Nero, wielding his destiny like a sword, whispered back, "Perhaps. But I carve my own path. I am the nightmare that awakens the dawn."
With that, he delivered the final blow.
As the dawn broke, the heavens wept for the fallen cruel; their actions had sealed their own fate. The bodies of the four leaders hung from the temple, a potent reminder of the justice he had wrought.
The people of marhaba emerged from their homes, eyes wide with disbelief and burgeoning hope. No longer were they bound by the oppressive shackles of faith twisted into tyranny.
People knew this was the doing of the butcher ,then again the legend and whispers of the butcher continued .
After this incident Nero returns to Bathsheba , where he continues his work for his living ,while he was in his workplace an unfamiliar face approaches him.He was old but was built his clothing was very different from anything he has seen.
He gazes Nero and says," Quite ,young for a butcher don't you think "
Nero's hand instinctively went to the hilt of his sword, but the elders words stayed his hand .He looked up at the elder, a mixture of curiosity and wariness etched on his face.
He wondered who he was, what he wants, how did he knew his identity and his whereabouts and the questions went on in Neros mind….