Chapter 38 - My Turn
The universe watched in silence. There was no hope... only terror.
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The fall of the heroes
Charlotte was the first.
The villain took her by the arm, and with a brutal pressure, a CRACK was heard. The sound was so intense that the people in front of the transmission felt a chill. Charlotte screamed, a heartbreaking scream that seemed to come from the soul itself.
The villain laughed. A cold laugh... sick. He threw it as if it were an old rag. Charlotte's body rolled on the floor, her arm hanging as if it didn't belong to her.
Elizabeth was next.
His Sword of Destiny shone like a comet in the dark. His movements were fast, his determination unwavering. Each cut drew golden lines in the air, it seemed that someone could finally stop it...
But no.
The villain caught the sword with one hand. Without hesitation, he twisted it, breaking it in two. Before Elizabeth could react, a punch hit her face directly.
Crunch
Elizabeth's left eye burst into blood. His head tilted to the side and his body fell like a rag doll. He could only hear Scarlett's voice screaming her name.
Lightning was launched like a furious flash. His body was a blur, his blows were countless... but it was useless.
The villain smiled. With a single movement, he caught Lightning's leg and, with an unnatural turn, the heartbreaking sound of the bones breaking was heard.
CRACK.
Lightning let out a desperate scream that was lost in the chaos.
Scarlett tried to run to help, but the villain appeared in front of her.
- So you were the one who was investigating, huh? - he whispered with a macabre grimace.
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"NO!" Elizabeth shouted, crawling with her face covered in blood. Don't touch her, asshole!
The villain laughed. A grotesque laugh, the laughter of someone who enjoys suffering.
Valterion was the last one standing.
"Did you let your friends die?" said the villain. You didn't keep your word, gentleman...
Valterion's gaze burned with rage. But his words were calmed... dangerously calm.
- This... is not going to stay like this.
He drew his sword and attacked with everything he had. The blue leaf shone like lightning, drawing a perfect cut... for a second, it seemed that Valterion could win.
But the villain barely moved.
— Pathetic.
The villain's arm pierced Valterion's chest.
The universe held its breath.
Blood dripped from the knight's armor. Valterion tried to take a step back... but his legs failed. He fell to his knees.
"Do you see this?" said the villain looking at the camera. Are these your heroes? Pathetic.
The transmission was turned off.
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The monster's awakening
On the planet Glock Bark, Juan still didn't know anything.
- Ruler... look at this...
One of the inhabitants handed him a communicator. Juan barely looked at the screen... but then he saw it.
Bloody Charlotte.
Elizabeth destroyed.
Mutilated lightning.
Scarlett crying.
Valterion... crossed.
Juan didn't blink. His face became empty... inert.
- Ruler... what are you going to do?
Before I finished the sentence...
BOOOOOOOOOM
The sky broke in two.
The ground cracked as if the planet were made of glass. The wind roared like a unleashed beast. The inhabitants flew out.
Juan was no longer there.
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The beast walks
A dark gust crossed the sky.
The storm had awakened.
In the mansion, Ellie saw Juan arrive.
He didn't try to stop him. I couldn't.
What entered through that door was not Juan... it was a monster.
There was no emotion.
There was no soul in his eyes.
There was only emptiness... and contained anger.
As Juan walked, memories invaded his mind:
- "I will always be with you..."
- "You are our leader, we will always trust you..."
- "I promise I'll never let you down."
Valterion's voice rumbled in his mind.
Juan gritted his teeth. His fingers trembled... but not with fear.
It was fury.
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The weapon of destiny
Then came the memory...
The dwarf.
- "Ruling, this is for you... use it only when it's a real emergency."
Juan held the device in his hand. He squeezed it hard, rubbing his fingers in despair...
The camera focused on the showcase.
The trench coat.
Juan advanced slowly... he stood in front of her. For a second, he took a deep breath... then, he took it.
Shirt.
Tie.
Pants.
Boots.
Belt.
And the trench coat.
A demonic aura sprouted from his body.
The floor shook.
The walls vibrated.
The air became dense, heavy... unbreathable.
The ground under his feet cracked.
Juan's shadow was distorted as if hell itself emerged from him.
A dark storm had awakened.
The camera slowly approached his face.
There was no emotion.
There was no fury.
There was no compassion.
Just empty.
The camera stopped on his lips...
Then, with a voice that seemed to drag the weight of the universe, Juan murmured:
—My turn.
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Hell was about to begin.
End of chapter.??
