The wind blows and the atmosphere is almost mundane and silent. Only leaves can be heard swishing and the earth is not grumbling. Just then footsteps can be heard disturbing the melancholic atmosphere and a man dressed in a hideous black cloak slowly looks around the place...his eyes searching the area with a dark glow..and just like that...he smiles as if he knows something...He had finally come back to the place of his birth..the cementery.
Jason Mussolini is not a name that many will identify but utter his nickname and you can just see the insecurity on one's face...The Death Knell as he is known is feared by all in his place but who he really is...what is his purpose and how did he come about stands a mystery that only time can tell..right know the deah knell is thinking back the memories of his childhood spent in a place where you can only hear death rushing through your veins. Slowly Jason thinks back of how he was born here.
20 years back this very cementery was buzzing with activity...a adolescent girl who looked shocked was lying spread eagled on the ground...the watchers whispered amongst themselves who might have killed her and were making up their own stories of how she might have died. Not even one bothered about who she was and who were her parents...all it mattered was how her death came about. It was then that a sound of a baby crying could be heard throughout the cementery. The attention slowly drifted to a bush where a baby dressed in blood was crying...just then a lady went to receive the baby before she was halted.
Lady: What's the matter?
Watchers : Dunt do it madam..who knows..it might be a evil baby.
Lady: Dunt be silly...cant you see it yearns for its mother...why are you people so ignorant.
Watchers : We cant let you do it madam...you might be cursed touching it...things that have been born in the cementery will only cause death to others..leave it.
Lady :...What can a small baby do to us....it will only die if we leave it like that.
Watchers : So be it...rather than touching it and bathing us in its curses...we shall let it die..
Cruel and inhumane were the feelings to describe the people's interpretation of the baby. Seemingly what harm can it do? Why does ignorance have to overwhelm humanity? while thinking of this Jason just slams his fist upon a nearby grave with his eyes all teary in anger. Jusy then,A thought flashed in Jason's mind Death that undoes all will be used to undo inhumanity And back it was...the sinister smile right on his face. Of course...the spirit....what it said was true..... Just as Jason was thinking..a sudden orb of extremely bright light illuminated the whole cementery...while the graves and the leaves looked like they did not appreciate this sudden welcome....Jason was all smiles to see it...only he knew...it was the spirit..his father and mentor...had arrived...
The series will be updated next week if you guys think it is good enough to continue...
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