Pale rays illuminated the dark hall and the staircase. With a sound of thud, the light was gone again, and the Primis Mansion lived in the dark once again.

A pale figure entered the hall from the staircase, his footsteps echoed throughout the mansion.

“Father! Father!” He shouted, but only the darkness was there to give company to the lone prince.

The Prince tried to pour some wine into a glass, but sadly the wine bottle was just as empty as its house.

Prince smashed the bottle on the floor, as shards of glass scattered throughout the floor.

Footsteps rushed towards the hall, as an old bald man entered, his face lost color when he saw the Prince.

“Master, I am sorry. I will clean up the mess.”

The Prince gestured the butler to clean up the mess as he dropped down on his sofa, and sighed.

“Do we have some more Wine left Theodore?”

“Master… Why don’t you try some of those Danish Biscuits? When you were a kid, the day wouldn’t pass before you had devoured at least a box.”

“Theo, I asked you if there is any more wine on shelves, and not about Danish Biscuits.”

“Uhh… there is some champagne though.”

Prince stood up and approached Theodore who tried to move away but didn’t stop cleaning the glass pieces.

Prince grabbed Theodore’s shirt and pulled him. “I asked you about the Wine, I didn’t ask you about Danish Biscuits, nor did I ask about Champagne, I asked you about fucking Wine.” The Prince screamed at Theodore.

“Do you understand Theodore, the difference between Wine, Danish Biscuit, and Champagne, or are they all the same to your rusty mind?”

Theodore didn’t react, “I understand master.”

Prince patted Theo on the shoulder, “Good that you understand, then answer my one query will you, then why don’t you just say there is no fucking Wine in the house. Just SAY it.”

“I am sorry master, there is no Wine in the house.”

Prince raised his eyebrows, “Have you ever counted the number of times you apologized in a day alone?”

Theo gulped, whatever would happen wouldn’t be good at all, he had begun to distance himself from the Prince.

“Master…Master, I am sorry.”

“Again, Why are you sorry?” Prince began to move closer towards Theodore.

There was no space back, poor Theodore lost grip of the floor, as fear caught his grip.

“I don’t know Master. Please forgive me. I won’t repeat any of the mistakes.”

Theodore begged and cried for mercy, The Prince stopped in his path and turned around.

“Thank You, Master, I will not disappoint you again, I swear.”

The words breezed past the Prince’s ears as he stepped out of the mansion.

He took a deep breath as he saw and felt the outside, the trees, the birds, and the lake.

But, the Prince didn’t take long to absorb the nature as he resumed moving towards the Noble Estates.

His faced the ground the entire time, trying to hide from constant glances and whispering of the common folks.

The area around the Platform was in a much worse condition than usual, with broken eggs, stones, tomatoes, potatoes, slippers, and everything else.

If someone from Karl Marg got to collect this stuff, he would have been able to live a lavish life for more than a year.

But if the owners of the items didn’t care, why should he?

He took a sharp left turn to enter an alleyway that ended in a tavern.

The tavern was brimming with people, and their glasses were brimming with alcohol.

The Prince waded his way through the long queue, the people in line tried to stop him but the bouncer put them back in place.

Prince cleaned off his jacket and gestured to the bartender.

He sat on a chair as the bartender poured him a drink, Prince looked around to see if there was a recognizable face when a hand spun the Prince toward himself.

“Aye! This man reminds me of little bastard Alex. Doesn’t he?”

Alex pulled himself away from General Zachary, “Stay away from me fool!”

A young boy pulled Zachary away from Alex, “Master, he is the Prince, please don’t do it!”

Zachary slapped the boy, “I don’t think your job is to be giving me lessons.”

The boy was on the verge of tears, “But Master!”

“Shut up!” Zachary said as he turned towards Alex, and gestured the bartender for yet another drink.

“So Alex, how is life going on? How is it to have a mansion all to yourself?”

Alex sipped his drink as he stared at the different variants of alcohol lined up on the cabinet behind him.

“I asked you something Alex, if your mother was in place, she would have opened her pants by now.”

Alex was silent, and the bartender gestured Zachary to mind his tongue, with the added the spice of stopping in the middle of his action, which enraged a customer as his beer overflowed from the glass.

“Listen, Zachary, you are a regular customer but I think you’ve had enough of the booze. You should take a break, maybe train yourself again, or train your apprentice, he is quite eager for new lessons, isn’t he?” The Boy nodded, “Yes, Master let’s go.”

Zachary chuckled, “Have I said something untrue? Everyone in this room not only believes that but has the experience to back up that belief. Can anyone in this room prove me wrong?” Zachary shouted, the room for a brief moment everyone turned towards Zachary and then continued on their business.

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Alex was hunched in his seat, drinking his wine drop by drop, he didn’t want it to be over.

Zachary bent towards Alex, “Hey listen kiddo, if it makes you feel uncomfortable, I don’t give a fuck. What I am saying is the truth, and if it hurts you, go fix yourself.”

Alex wanted it to be over.

“Stop it man please!” Alex muttered his voice cracking in the way.

Zachary began to laugh, “Why should I stop? I can keep going on and on, Your mother was a whore, and you are whore-son. You…”

Alex kicked Zachary on the chest as Zachary fell back on the floor, Zachary groaned.

Alex tried to kick him again, but Zachary caught his foot and flung him.

Alex crashed into the Cabinet he was admiring moments ago.

Zachary didn’t stop laughing, moreover, he laughed even louder, there was a rush at the bar door, and no one was brave or stupid enough to get hurt for the sake of booze or entertainment.

The Bouncer got in between Zachary and Alex, but one punch from Zachary was enough to put the Bouncer on the ground.

The young boy was struck with fear, none of his limbs were moving, his tongue frozen.

There were only three men who were capable of moving- Alex, Zachary, and the Bartender.

Alex drop-kicked Zachary, but his legs were caught mid-air and thrown yet again on the wall.

Alex’s head hurt, and the world around him felt a bit fuzzy. Fuck this shit, Alex thought as he tried to get up, but his already aching head was slammed again to the wall, and the world around him began to get a bit darker bit by bit.

The Bouncer couldn’t let the Prince be at the mercy of a drunk guy’s rage. “Animal Kingdom: Bull Rush,” the bouncer said, as an aura of Bull formed around the Bouncer which soon seeped inside him.

The bouncer rushed towards Zachary and pushed both Prince and Zach apart, then using the wall as a jump-board, the Bouncer pounced on Zachary knocking him past the tables and chairs.

Beads of sweat were trickling across the Bouncer’s face, he had to take a deep breath or two before he pranced back into action.

Zachary got back up, he was unfazed by whatever damage the Bouncer had done, the drunken rage hadn’t abandoned Zachary yet.

He unsheathed his sword. It emanated a red aura.

“Time for blood. Blood. Blood.” Said the sword in a sharp tone.

“I hope I get my bonus for this.” Muttered the Bouncer as he positioned himself to face one of the most ferocious weapons which had an even more ferocious spirit instilled in it- Red Shock.

In one swoop Zachary had covered the distance and was about to strike the Bouncer down when a wine glass intercepted his path.

The wine splashed into his eyes, leading to an empty slash as the Bouncer barely escaped.

The bartender had used his Spirit Technique to save his Bouncer’s ass, he was disappointed in his bouncer, however, he was facing one of the strongest men on the island. That dude deserved his bonus.

The bartender drew out his Double Rifle and pulled the trigger.

Two Bullets flew at Zachary, and his sword instinctively faced the bullet, shielding Zachary.

But to Red Shock’s dismay, the bullets weren’t normal ones, they too were imbued with Spirits. They contained the Spirit of Greek gods- Apollo & Artemis, forever hunting down their prey.

Red Shock achieved near light speed as it intercepted both Apollo & Artemis not allowing even a scratch to his Master.

The bullets kept coming back at sonic speed while the Sword kept defending even faster.

Red Shock exploited his swiftness and in one lucky cut, he was able to slash Apollo.

Only Artemis remained.

The bartender called back Spirit, causing the bullet to have one last shot, which was easily cut through by Red Shock.

Zachary was proud of his sword, it had accomplished so much without even his input, however, it was time to sheath him for the Sword though required no mental input or controls, the Sword still utilized his body, thus physically draining.

Now that the sword was gone, the Bouncer tried to get Zachary in a choke-hold, but he was thrown forward, his back cracking the tables.

The Bartender fired his gun again, and Apollo & Artemis both were back, without the Sword Zachary would have been shot by the bullet.

“Perfect Harmony!” Zachary shouted as he caught one bullet in each of his hands.

Apollo and Artemis tried to rip through his palms, sadly they found it to be quite impenetrable, but they tried nevertheless.

His hands bled, teeth were clenched and muscles were quite tense, yet he was drunk in his alcohol, drunk in his anger and arrogance.

The Bouncer fled away from Zachary’s vicinity and hid behind the tables which were between the Bartender and Zachary.

The bartender popped out some Whiskey, took a few sips, and passed it out to the Young Boy who had witnessed all this violence and was yet paralyzed with fear.

“Aizong try this! It calms the nerves.” The bartender said.

The young boy picked up the drink, his hands shaking so badly he nearly dropped the glass.

Aizong gulped it down.

“Boss, can you also serve me one last drink?” the bouncer asked, but the bartender was fixated on Aizong.

The world around Zachary felt like an irritating noise and the people, oh the people. He had always hated the people around him, maybe except a few. But the people in front of him weren’t the exceptions, hell Zachary couldn’t even think of them as people. So, Zachary had decided to destroy them.

His hands had gone numb, the world took the color of blood.

There was only one thing he could feel- hatred.