A middle-aged man coldly looking down at a young man kneeling down on the bloodstained carpet, his hand splattered with blood spots. Dragging the hair of the young man to bring him in front of his face, he then said, "Do you know what you did wrong, my son?"
Fear embodied his eyes, his mind whirling around thinking of a response. "I....I don't know." His head was then pushed away as his face scrubbed against the bloody floor.
"Well, let me tell you, my stupid son, you insulted someone you shouldn't have. It is not that you have attacked nearly every woman you have seen, it is neither that you steal the fortune of others, and it is surely not that you have abused my power by being my kin." The man scurrying against the hands of his father and the floor stared blankly as heard these words flow from his father's mouth.
"I would kill you right now my son if it meant that it would appease him, your life would be a small bargain for his mercy." The middle-aged man stood up, he looked through the stainless clear glass that showed a view of the city. It was vast, hundreds of silhouettes moving in unison as they progressed through life and moved to their homes as the sun was dropping down on the city.
"Do you know who are the strongest beings here? it is not businessmen like me, nor is it pathetic scum like you that hold me by my feet to bring himself up; rather it is those designated with the title of Climbers." the sound of his steps coming closer, the young man feeling fear as each step reverberated inside his ears.
"But! I never messed with a Climber. Father, I wouldn't be so stupid as to cause trouble to them and cause trouble for you." The young man said in a pleading tone.
The middle-aged man stopped his footsteps,"I will be honest son if it was a Climber there would have been ways to handle it, or at least settle it through negotiations; however, you angered Krasius Clayfield."
"The son of that old inn lady?" The young man replied with a confused look.
"Yes, the inn you just burned for fucking no reason." the middle-aged man suddenly turning around to kick his son in the chest, the sound of a few ribs cracking echoed across the room. His foot on top of the young man as he groaned in unbearable pain. "The one where that old lady died for your twisted pleasure."
"He is called Gugalanna. It is what everyone in the underworld of this city calls him, do you know what it means?"
Blood spurting out of his mouth, while holding his chest, "Is it the monster that Gilgamesh killed in the legends?"
"Yes, it is. It is also the monster that thousands of Climbers died against before the ruler of the tower finally killed it, the monster sent by the Gods. He is the one we send to kill monsters, the man we send to kill Climbers." The middle-aged man exposing a grin.
"Oh......." His face pale filled with shock and fear.
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"He looks simple now, but I knew him from a young age, and he has the willpower of a thousand men. He lacks the natural gift of Climbers, but in return has the concentration of a demon bent on his mission. I met him once, and saw him kill four people with just his bare hands, he was barely fifteen years old. With his fucking bare hands!"
The middle-aged man seemingly to calm down as he walked towards the obsidian table, he grabbed a bottle of whiskey then poured onto a clear glass goblet. He quickly brought it up near his mouth, then paused, the middle-aged man looked towards his son, "Come over, this might be our last drink together."
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"Well did you find his corpse at the inn?" the middle-aged man asked impatiently as a shadow seemingly transformed to a man behind the curtains. It was there a figure with a masked appeared slightly kneeling on his knee as he bowed before his master.
"Master, there was only the corpse of the inn lady and a few customers found in the rubble, there were no signs of his body at the location."
Hearing this new, the middle-aged man sighed, "I was dreaming if I thought fire would kill him." Moving towards the dark figure kneeling below him, he put out a shred of paper towards him, "Send this message to Mr.Sy, he will settle this appropriately."
"Yes Master!" his silhouette slowly fading away like mist towards the bleak sky.
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In a bleak cold alley, there stood a figure silently watching at the towering building, his eyes filled with a cold bloodlust that would deeply paralyze even Medusa herself. Slowly moving back into the shadows of the alley, he paused to turn back, "We had no enmity between us, I wished for a peaceful life, but you have dragged back this demon to this hell, so wait as I raze this city and burn your family to ashes."
He ran through the alleys, and rushed through the filthy streets filled with urchins and beggars, finally stopping against a wall. Suddenly pushing against it as hands grabbed on to the terrace above it, slightly dangling his feet as he forcefully brought it up to hinge against the steel fixed bars surround the terrace. Slowly gathering his strength as he pulled himself in. His eyes staring above towards the white sky, not a single cloud to be seen nor a drop of water that reflected the storm inside his heart.
"Mother, I will mourn for you for ten days, I will prepare a grandiose funeral for you with the remaining money we have. I am sure many will honor you by coming." The young man said as tears formed in his eyes, sliding across his face. He slowly gathered his breath, taking the air in as his lips started to form words with the wind as its medium for a beautiful melody.
"Bloodied hands, fields, and hearts.
Silver stitched across once beauty,
forms rag with protruding bones, a cradle with no cries, but blank eyes.
You a flower in this barren bloody marble
I, a tainted son crying.
Your hair, shape, and laughter.
My eternal suns
in this dark, dark, dark, dark world."