On the night Vulcan asked about Ducks past

The acting war general returned to his home after a long day of work. The old man is still busy even if Lushwood had no intention of declaring war on other kingdoms. He was to keep the people safe with trained soldiers and establish defenses for their walls. There was a lot to maintain.

He moved through the house, going upstairs to his room in order to acquire sleep. It was fairly late and he had to be up early for more business. When he opened the door, a gust of wind slid past him. His window was wide open. The elderly man was unsure if he had left it open since his memory was quite foggy. He walked over and closed it before preparing to remove his clothes.

A shadowy figure stood in the corner behind him. It took a step forward, making its presence known. The general spun around after removing only his vest.

“Who are you and what are you doing in my home?” The figure took another step forward which instilled fear into the elder.

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There stood a well dressed man with a cape that reached the back of his knees. He wore a dark red suit jacket with black pants and red boots coming up to under his knees. Tassels hung over his left shoulder and crystals rested where the buttons to his suit would be.

“My name won’t matter very soon but I'll enlighten you. I’m Kokoro, the righteous sword of our god.” He said before leering at the shaking old man.

The general continued to step back as Kokoro drew closer to him.

“Don’t think...that I won’t go down without a fight!” He shouted before yanking a scabbard off the wall behind him. By the time he turned to swing, Kokoro had his fingers curled around his throat.

“Your fight has been over and mine is just beginning.” He grinned wickedly as his grip tightened, preventing any breathing. The general dropped his sword after being lifted off the ground. He tried to pry his hand open but it didn’t budge.

The old man went limp seconds after.

Kokoro laughed in his small victory before laying the corpse into bed. He made it seem as though he died in his sleep. The man couldn’t have anyone suspecting anything for he had plans.

He quickly made his escape through the window, straying away from civilian eyes.