Capítulo 32: Just one bad day
**Trigger Warning ⚠️: This chapter includes intense scenes of torture, graphic depictions of blood, and instances of murder. Reader discretion is advised, and individuals sensitive to explicit content or violence may find this material distressing. Proceed with caution.**
The city sprawled beneath Jacob like a restless dream. Buildings stood as silent sentinels, and the neon glow of distant signs painted the night with fragmented colors. He descended from the heights of the city skyline, landing gracefully on a rooftop. A solemn wind carried the echoes of distant sirens and the hum of urban life.
The night air held a foreboding chill as Jacob, garbed in his Asgardian armor, surveyed the city below. His keen eyes searched for signs of disturbance, his senses attuned to the rhythm of the metropolis. In the quiet, he heard a distant cry—a call for help in the labyrinth of shadows.
Without hesitation, Jacob sprinted into motion, a crimson streak against the backdrop of night. His every step resonated with purpose, the protector of the city answering the silent pleas of its denizens. Yet, unknown to him, cosmic forces stirred in the ethereal realms, orchestrating a malevolent symphony that would plunge his world into darkness.
Lucy, a beacon of light in Jacob's life, danced on the precipice of a cosmic vendetta. The emissary, a shadowy entity born of ancient grudges, had fixed its gaze upon the mortal realm. In the twisted calculus of revenge, it sought to exploit the vulnerability that tethered Jacob to humanity.
Deep within the bowels of the city, the emissary's tendrils slithered through the unseen corridors of fate. It sought a puppet—a pawn to carry out its nefarious designs. In the shadows, a local criminal, driven by whispers from the cosmic abyss, became the emissary's instrument.
The criminal, unaware of the puppeteer pulling the strings, assembled a gang of malevolence. The emissary whispered promises of power and wealth, manipulating the criminal's thoughts like a dark maestro conducting a macabre symphony. The gang's actions, seemingly random to mortal eyes, were steps in the emissary's grand design.
One fateful night, Lucy stepped into the carefully laid trap. The criminal's gang, masked in shadows, ambushed her. Her cries for help, a tragic refrain in the cosmic symphony, went unheard as she was ensnared in the web of darkness. The emissary's influence clouded her mind, amplifying her fear and confusion.
As Jacob returned home, the absence of Lucy hit him like a physical blow. Panic seized him, and he scoured every familiar corner of the city. Contacting the nanny he found out she was mudered, seeing this his desperate searches led him to scenes of criminal acts, each one orchestrated by the emissary's unseen hands as a distraction.
Days turned into a cruel eternity as Jacob fought against the tendrils of manipulation. The city, once a familiar terrain, became a maze of shadows, taunting him with glimpses of Lucy that faded like ghosts in the night. His heartache echoed through the silent streets, a symphony of despair, his peternal instinct screaming at him to find her and find her fast.
Unbeknownst to Jacob, the emissary reveled in the turmoil. Shadows whispered half-truths and illusions, guiding him to scenes of orchestrated chaos. The cosmic forces manipulated his emotions, amplifying his despair and confusion, turning the city into a labyrinth of torment.
The warehouse where Lucy was held became a focal point in Jacob's desperate odyssey. The emissary's tendrils played with his emotions, offering false hope and misleading clues. The cosmic puppeteer reveled in the unfolding tragedy, its malevolence casting a pall over the city.
Then, one evening, as Jacob returned home with weary steps, he found a small box on his doorstep. A sense of dread settled over him as he opened it, revealing a hard drive and a cryptic note. The laptop screen flickered to life as he plugged in the hard drive.
The emissary's dark machinations unfolded on the screen. The criminal, a puppet manipulated by unseen forces, boasted about uncovering Jacob's identity. The torment escalated as the video revealed Lucy, bound and helpless.
**Criminal (grinning sadistically):** Well, well, well, look who decided to join the party. You must be Jacob, the big hero. Oh, don't look so confused; your little girlfriend here has been quite the chatterbox.
**Lucy (teary-eyed):** Daddy, please, I'm so scared.
**Criminal (mocking):** Just being scared won't cut it, sweetheart. You see, you've got something our friend Jacob here wants. Something that will hurt him far more than any punch I could throw.
The criminal circled Lucy like a vulture, reveling in the fear that radiated from her.
**Criminal (contemptuously):** You heroes, always thinking you can save everyone. Tonight, though, you'll have to make a choice. Save your precious city or save your precious Lucy.
The laptop screen became a window into a realm of nightmares. The emissary whispered words of sadistic encouragement, reveling in the anguish it had orchestrated. Jacob's eyes, filled with tears, reflected the cosmic tragedy unfolding before him.
**Criminal (chuckling darkly):** Oh, look at those puppy-dog eyes. You're feeling it, aren't you, Jacob? The weight of a choice. So, here's the deal. You've got one hour. Choose wisely.
The criminal, his face a grotesque mask of madness, slit Lucy's throat in a moment of cruel finality as she started to choke on her blood. The screen went black, leaving Jacob in a void of despair. The emissary, having achieved its vengeance, retreated into the cosmic shadows, leaving Jacob shattered in the aftermath.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
In the dimly lit room, Jacob crumpled to the floor, his mind a maelstrom of grief and guilt. Rocking back and forth whispering " Forgive me, forgive your useless daddy, forgive me....." none stop meanwhile on The city outside, unaware of the cosmic vendetta that had transpired, continued its restless slumber. The emissary, having woven its dark tapestry, " HAHAHAHASHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAH" watched from unseen realms cackling hysterically as the echoes of a shattered heart and mind reverberated through the silent night it was a good night for it for today it accomplished it's mission no matter the setback.
However as we know not everything goes as planned because of what it did he has now unleashed the caged beast under lock and key, and it would not be satisfied until it sinks it's fang down to it's prey snuffing out it's existence.
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