Prologue

“Give me back my broken night

My mirrored room, my secret life

It's lonely here,

There's no one left to torture” 

Under the full moon in a foggy swamp a nude skeleton was singing while laying over a mountain of rodents corpses. He had nothing, not armour, not weapons but an ominous black fog around him which decreased in size and density in seconds at the same time his yelllow bones adquired a darker tone.

-I may have overdone it. He commented, the hollow sockets glowing with purple light gazing sadly at the mountain of corpses knowing he couldn´t do nothing with them even though he had risked his no-life fighting them.

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With a last sigh he stood up and started to walk away slowly and robot-like, an evident problem of the lack of muscles, even though following the same logic he shouldn’t be walking and singing

-Man my mana control is shit, I am walking like Terminator. And again he gazed at the rodents with a thoughtful look.

- Nah mere coincidence, I am not Terminator, I am Jhon Cena!

And like the robot he isn´t he turned slowly and walked away singing

“Give me absolute control

Over every living soul

And lie beside me, baby

That's an order”