Bill sighed, as he stood up and walked to the execution room. The fucking mages had ruined everything for him,the promising job of accountant was
ripped away from his grasp after the inexperienced warp mage who could think quicker or some shit, was hired instead of him, the smug mage had barged into Bill's boss office like he owned the place. His ridiculous designer blazer was glimmering with animal artifacts flashing forward and back. He walked right up to Bill his beady lilac inhuman eyes were bursting with malice as he said"Move over normie, this is my job now" Bill snapped when he muttered those toxic words he clenched his teeth caressed his fist. Then he used his fist. BANG, the room practically saw what was coming. The mage descended to the floor his blazer decorated with blood. Bill did not think, he acted.The office employees all watched in a hybrid of amazement and horror. Bill clothed in adrenaline as he pummeled the mage, to an early grave. Not so pretty now the sadistic part of him thought."Mercy" The man said,Bill stopped bringing his fist to a rest. He could see a mans face now, a young man there was now hate on his blooded face, just the primal emotion of the fear of death Bill turned and saw the startled expression of his colleagues, his friends face they all shared the same expression fear that a crazy person was amongst them the usual crystal clear floor was matted with blood of a mage. Bill stood up an unconscious grin was on his face it was of a mad man.
The memories of his somber childhood flooded to him,the voices in his head fighting for control when his mother would stare at him with fear and condemnment when he would move a plate with his mind. "My son is a monster" She would say her blue eyes a crystal of fragile glass. Those words hurt him the most, the beating, the days with no food in his stomach did not break him as much as those simple words that hurt him in a much more permanent manner. Even the day when he finally snapped and killed Catelyn Winters a mother is just genes he muttered as he binded the kitchen knifes to his will. He has weeped, he had killed but he did not weep for the woman who happened to carry him in her womb for nine months. He only weeped because he knew he was a fucking mage, the rich bastards who take everything for themselves and leave the "mere mortals" To rot in some mortal fucking hell. Bill Broke, he was not Bill anymore he was an all powerful mage,his grey blue eyes subsided for the eyes of a man possessed. "Mere mortals you shall be honoured to be slain by a being of my repertoire"Drakon lifted his hands as he saw the mortals running to the door, he simply lifted hos hand and bounded the door to his cause,the pitiful mortals screamed as they came closer to their pleasant fate. Drakons divine eyes shone with amusement, as a male mortal of plump stature struck a blow with a mortal pen, a feral bloodlust took him as he sharpened his claws and invited the mortal to feast on his claws, the mortal struggled admirably trying to fight his way out, I will kill him slowly as a reward after awhile drakon grew bored and gave his fangs an exercise his plunged into the mortals neck the mortals blood filling him with a almost mortal bliss. Then the game truly began, the mortals ran, cried,laughed but the true enjoyment was that they feared him. Like a phantom the demon, cut through the mortals like fried fae."Delicious" He muttered licking his well fed lips. He examined his killings with disappointment the blood was plastered widely, some on the artificial sky walls, some on the floor. All in all this was not his cleanest killing, but satisfactory since he could see the fear in their eyes as they died.
Drakons bowed mockingly as he departed the mortals middling magical body.
Bill fell to the floor, clutching his face weeping freely, the blood of his friends adding to the impact of this horrible scene. The police sirens were drumming in his ears, the colour red was like a drug to his eyes, his limp blond hair stood up, his lined angular face sharpening his teeth bared like a wild dog. The monster stood up calmly a grin came to his crimson lips, he had finally embraced his fate no more artificial smiles, no bullshit he will finally become what he was destined to be, or what the woman who carried him for nine months and shared half his genes called the monster.
00c: this is just a interlude to get an idea of some of the characters in the setting, depending on what choice you pick you might meet Bill soon.
Bill is a reincarnation of the chaos angel, who ascended to godhood.