He traveled by night, he always traveled by night. The sunlight robbed him of his powers, and trapped him in what ever form he was in. So, though his eyes and heart yearn for the beauty of day, he must run through this world of perpetual darkness.His plan was simple, find “his unnamed holiness” and feed him his own intestines.But life is rarely so easy. The man he was after was a figure shrouded in mystery. Rumor had that only the ten chosen knew where to find him, and only a high priest knew where to find a chosen. the high priest were reclusive men, the ran the church and monastery in most cities.High priest were not easy men to get close to. slash needed 2 things, one was information, the other was blood….

Malik of the chosen shifted nervously from one foot to another as he stood outside the audience chamber, his unnamed holiness had never been very forgiving of failure, and that was all he had to report. Malik bit his lip, he had never been a brave man,but had always been adept at hiding that an getting others to fight for him.That would not work here. His master would know some how, as he always did. Maybe fortune would shine upon him, and his holiness would be in a forgiving mood.

“ENTER CHOSEN MALIK” Malik jumped as a booming voice came from beyond the door.
The small chosen pushed open the grand door, past the 2 door gaurds, clad in blessed silver platemail, and armed with halberds made of the same material. the audience chamber was well lit, too well lit, the light hurt malik eyes, to the point that he dare not take his eyes off his master, for fear of reflective surfaces. As such, he could make out no distinctive features, but did not miss the sound of many crossbow being trained on his position. The holy man cleared the distance between him and his master as quickly as a scared child run to its mother when called.

“all praise to his unnamed holiness,” he exclaimed as he took a bow
“doth the shadow thing yet live?” the veiled man in extravagant gold trimmed, white robes inquired from atop his magnificent throne.
“the forces i sent were overw……” malik began.
“then you have failed me” the commanding figure declared with finality.
“but my lord…..” malik was interrupted again this time by a heavily ringed hand across the face.
“silence!”
there was silence for a moment, and then:
“o my child, come to me” the veiled man said as he stood, arms wide open.
Maliks heart leaped, he had been forgiven!
“ill never fail u again master i promise” he cried on his knees into the veiled ones robes.
“of that i am quite sure” the master said as he placed his hands on his subjects temple.

At first all he all malik felt was warmth, the blessing of my master, until he felt the pain. He felt that burning in his head, suddenly his sight was gone, his eyes now not but ashes. smoke poured out of his nostrils, he opened his mouth to scream but all that came out was a pillar of flame, erupting into the air. And then he was gone.what one was maliks head was now nothing a charred flesh, which was crushed easily in his masters hands. the veiled man rung a bell and 1 of the guards entered.
“notify our contacts in the guards legion, tell them to post wanted signs for our shadowy friend” he commended
“and what of him my lord?” the guard inquired, referring to the corpse of the late malik
“have his body burned as a heretic, and have my chosen select another, now begone”
the guard bowed out and the veiled one sat back atop his throne.
” soon,my shadowy friend, you will out of the way, and i can go forward with my plans” he said with a devious laugh.

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