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Capítulo 23: Deck Chronicles : Way home

Omni Pov

(Insert Way down we go of KALEO)

Emerging from the mystical mirror, Raymond found himself in a dimly lit alley, the sounds of the city echoing in the distance. His body, clad in the resplendent armor of the Phoenix of Ra, felt both empowered and burdened by its presence. The armor shimmered with an ethereal glow, a testament to its otherworldly origins.

Despite the armor's formidable protection, Raymond's movements were slow and cautious as he navigated the narrow alley. With each step, he could feel the weight of his recent ordeal, the physical and emotional scars of the torturous days he had endured. The memories of the beatings and suffering were etched deep within him, an indelible mark on his spirit.

Pausing against a graffiti-covered wall, Raymond mustered the courage to remove the armor. With deliberate movements,he call the same energy that he had previously used to transform and the energy appeard as a verticle line in the middle of his body dividing his body in two parts , the line continued till he got out of his body revealing his wounded body underneath. The wounds, a tapestry of pain and resilience, marred his flesh, bearing witness to the trials he had faced.

Gently touching the tender bruises and cuts, Raymond assessed the extent of his injuries. He winced at the lingering soreness, the reminder of the physical torment he had endured. Yet, as his fingers grazed the scars, he felt a sense of inner strength, a resolve that burned within him like a dormant flame waiting to be reignited.

In that alley, surrounded by the shadows of the city, Raymond confronted his pain and suffering head-on. He acknowledged the darkness that had engulfed him, but refused to let it define him. With each breath, he drew in the essence of the city, the life and energy that pulsed through its veins.

As Raymond examined his wounds, he made a silent promise to himself – to rise above the trauma and reclaim his strength, no , to rise to a new level. The scars would serve as a reminder of his outstanding will and the depths of his inner power. Like a phoenix rising from the ashes, he would transcend the pain and emerge stronger than ever before.

This experience also helps him as a reminder that he was getting cocky , a mistake he will never make again

Raymond's body bore the evidence of the intense torture he had endured. The scars that adorned his flesh told a haunting tale of pain and suffering. There were long, jagged scars that crisscrossed his back, tracing a map of the brutal beatings he had endured. Each scar was a reminder of the relentless strikes and blows that had been inflicted upon him.

His arms and legs were adorned with smaller, yet still visible scars. Some were deep and raised, evidence of cuts and lacerations that had been inflicted upon him. Others were smaller, fainter marks that told of the countless punches and kicks he had endured. They served as a constant reminder of the physical torment he had suffered at the hands of his captors.

On his chest, there were marks that spoke of the agonizing moments he had spent bound to the chair, the ropes digging deep into his flesh and leaving their imprints behind. The skin in those areas appeared stretched and scarred, bearing witness to the torment he had endured during his captivity.

But amidst the brutal scars, there were also signs of healing. Fresh, pinkish skin peeked through, indicating that Raymond's wounds were slowly but surely mending. The healing process was a testament to his body's toughness and its innate ability to repair itself.

Each scar told a story, and as Raymond looked upon them, he felt a mix of emotions. There was anger and sorrow for the pain he had endured, but there was also a newfound sense of strength and tranquility. The scars represented the battles he had fought and survived, a memorie of his battle and the fire that burned within him.

These scars would forever be etched into Raymond's body, serving as a reminder of his past and a symbol of his transformation. They were a testament to his indomitable spirit, a badge of honor that marked his journey of survival and resilience. Raymond knew that his scars would always be a part of him, but they would never define him. Instead, they would serve as a motivation for his strength, his willpower, and his unwavering obsession to overcome any adversity that came his way.

After enduring the harrowing torture, Raymond's clothes bore the signs of the ordeal he had gone through. They were tattered, torn, and stained with dirt and blood. The once pristine fabric was now frayed and worn, with patches of discoloration marking the areas where the blood had seeped through.

His shirt, once a vibrant color, was now faded and marred with holes, evidence of the countless blows he had endured. The fabric clung to his body, damp with sweat and bearing the marks of his struggle. The sleeves were shredded, barely clinging to the remnants of their original form.

The pants he wore were equally worn and ragged. The knees were torn, showing the rawness of the abuse he had suffered. The fabric was stained with dirt and grime, evidence of the harsh conditions he had been subjected to. They hung loosely on his frame, as if the weight of his experiences had taken a toll on his once youthful appearance.

His shoes, once sturdy and reliable, were now worn and scuffed. The soles were worn thin, and the laces were frayed, barely holding the footwear together. With each step, they whispered the story of his journey, the miles he had walked and the pain he had endured.

As Raymond looked at his torn and disheveled attire, he felt a sense of detachment. The clothes no longer represented who he once was, but rather served as a reminder of the trials he had faced and the strength he had found within himself. They were a reflection of the transformation he had undergone, both physically and emotionally.

Despite the state of his clothing, Raymond stood tall and proud. The scars on his body and the tattered remnants of his attire were a testament to his resilience and his unwavering will. He knew that, regardless of his appearance, he would continue to fight and rise above the challenges that lay ahead.

Raymond embarked on a journey from the bustling city streets towards the solace of his grand mansion. As he walked, his pace was steady and purposeful, his eyes focused ahead. The city noises gradually faded into the background, replaced by the soothing sounds of nature.

Leaving behind the urban landscape, Raymond ventured into serene surroundings. The path he treaded meandered through a picturesque countryside, with lush greenery and vibrant flowers adorning the landscape. The gentle breeze rustled through the leaves, carrying with it a sense of tranquility.

As he continued on his way, Raymond passed through quaint villages and fields, where farmers toiled under the warm sun. Their diligent work served as a reminder of the perseverance and dedication required to build a life worth living.

The road led him along a winding river, its crystal-clear waters reflecting the radiant sunlight. The tranquil murmurs of the flowing current provided a soothing soundtrack to his journey. Raymond paused for a moment, taking in the beauty of the scene and allowing its serenity to wash over him.

But he also thought that the are was quiet

Too quiet...

So when he arrived to the familiar territory , he saw why they didn´t come to his rescue

The path he walked was strewn with debris and destruction, a testament to the chaos that had befallen the land.

As he made his way through the desolate streets, Raymond could hardly recognize the familiar landmarks that had once guided him home. Buildings lay in ruins, their once sturdy structures reduced to rubble. The air was heavy with the scent of smoke and despair.

Arriving at the site where his grand mansion once stood, Raymond's heart sank. The magnificent estate that had once stood as a symbol of his legacy was now nothing more than a skeletal framework, charred and crumbling. The walls that had once held stories of generations past now bore the scars of devastation.


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Capítulo 24: Deck Chronicles : Revelations

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The once majestic mansion now lay in ruins, a haunting sight that spoke of devastation and loss. Every corner of the grand estate bore the scars of destruction, painting a bleak picture of what had once been a symbol of opulence and refinement.

The exterior walls, once adorned with intricate architectural details, were now reduced to crumbling fragments. The bricks and stones that had once stood proudly now lay scattered on the ground, as if they had succumbed to the weight of despair. Ivy, once meticulously maintained, now twisted and tangled, adding an eerie and overgrown touch to the dilapidated structure.

The entrance, once a grand gateway to a world of elegance, now stood as a broken threshold. The towering doors, once solid and imposing, were now splintered and barely hanging on their hinges. The grandeur that once greeted guests had been replaced with an air of desolation and abandonment.

Inside, the once-gilded halls echoed with a mournful silence. The walls, adorned with fine art and ornate tapestries, were now stripped bare, their remnants torn and tattered. The marble floors, once polished to a mirror-like shine, were cracked and chipped, bearing the weight of the tragedy that had befallen them.

The grand staircase, a centerpiece of the mansion's elegance, now stood as a broken monument. Its banisters, once gracefully curving, were twisted and jagged, offering a stark contrast to the splendor they had once exuded. Each step, once sturdy and supportive, now creaked under the weight of the devastation.

The rooms, once filled with life and laughter, were now abandoned and forlorn. The ballroom, once the site of lavish gatherings, now stood in darkness, its chandeliers shattered and their shards scattered across the floor. The dining hall, where feasts were shared and stories were told, now lay in disarray, its once grand table overturned and shattered.

The gardens, once a testament to natural beauty, were now overgrown and wild. The vibrant flowers that once bloomed in meticulously manicured beds had withered away, leaving behind only thorny bushes and tangled vines. The once serene pond now lay stagnant, its waters murky and lifeless.

Amidst the destruction, there were glimpses of what once was. A fragment of a stained glass window, depicting a scene of beauty and tranquility, still clung to the remains of its frame. A cracked mirror, reflecting a distorted image of the past, stood as a haunting reminder of what had been lost.

The mansion, in its current state, bore witness to the passage of time and the ravages of tragedy. It stood as a silent testament to the fragility of human achievement and the transient nature of material wealth. Yet, in its ruins, there was also a sense of come back and the possibility of vengeance . From the ashes of destruction, new beginnings could emerge, and the mansion's legacy could be rewritten.

'Someone has been here' Thought raymond

Raymond cautiously made his way through the wreckage, stepping over debris and broken fragments of what used to be a grand office space. The air was heavy with dust, and the faint scent of burnt wood hung in the air, a chilling reminder of the destruction that had taken place.

As he ventured deeper into the office, his heart heavy with anticipation and dread, Raymond's eyes fell upon a sight that sent a shiver down his spine. There, lying motionless on the floor, was the lifeless body of Marcus, his mentor and ally.

Marcus was sprawled amidst the rubble, his form partially covered by fallen beams and scattered papers. Raymond's steps quickened, his heart pounding in his chest as he reached out a trembling hand to gently touch Marcus's cold skin. The once vibrant and charismatic man now lay still, his features frozen in a haunting expression of pain and despair.

The remnants of Marcus's office bore witness to the violence that had taken place. Shattered glass littered the floor, remnants of shattered windows that had allowed chaos to infiltrate this once sacred space. The walls, once adorned with accolades and framed accomplishments, now bore the marks of bullet holes and scorch marks, a testament to the brutality that had unfolded.

As Raymond knelt beside Marcus's lifeless body, a whirlwind of emotions swirled within him. Grief, anger, and a deep sense of vengenace mingled in his core, fueling his resolve to seek justice for his fallen mentor. The sight of Marcus's broken form only served to strengthen his resolve, igniting a fire within him that could not be extinguished.

With a heavy heart, Raymond closed Marcus's eyes, offering a silent prayer for his departed soul. He vowed to carry on Marcus's legacy, to take control of the organization that was once his and bring an end to the darkness that had claimed his mentor's life. As he stood up, a newfound objetive coursed through his veins, his eyes now focused on the path ahead, filled with challenges .

Raymond saw that there was something below Marcus desk

'I´m sorry Raymond' Said ra in his mind

'Why?'Replied raymond confused

'I know that you had felt gratitude for marcus for all the things he has done to you' Said Ra

'He was... , a nice man' Said raymond

His hand reached a book, raymond inspect it and found it was from Marcus

He gingerly opened the worn leather-bound diary that Marcus had left behind, a treasure trove of secrets and revelations. As he turned the pages, he discovered an unexpected truth that would forever change his perception of his mentor.

'WHAT? MARCUS WAS A SQUIB!!!' Thought raymond in a unbelieving tone

'So... the mistery deepens' Replied ra

The words on the yellowed pages unveiled a hidden side of Marcus, a secret he had carefully guarded throughout his life. Marcus was not a wizard but a squib, someone born into a magical family but lacking the ability to perform magic. It was a revelation that rocked Raymond to his core, challenging his beliefs and shattering the pedestal on which he had placed his mentor.

But among the pages, Raymond found more than just Marcus's confession. The diary contained detailed accounts of his struggles, his yearning to belong in a world that deemed him inadequate. It spoke of his unwavering dedication to the cause, despite his limitations, and his tireless efforts to support and guide Raymond from the shadows.

As Raymond read on, his eyes widened with surprise. Marcus had left behind a substantial inheritance for him, ensuring that Raymond would have the means to continue his fight and reign the forces of darkness in the world. The revelation spoke volumes about the depth of Marcus's love and faith in his protégé, even in the face of his own perceived inadequacies.

But there was more. Tucked within the pages was a meticulously written note, outlining the identity of a traitors within their organization. Marcus had uncovered the sinister plot and had entrusted Raymond with the responsibility to expose and bring the traitors to death. The burden of this knowledge weighed heavily on Raymond's shoulders, but he knew he had to honor Marcus's trust and fulfill his final request.

'So there were more than one traitor' Thought raymond darkly

'Raymond?'Asked ra sensing the change in raymond

'It´s appears that we have a lot of job to do Ra' Thought raymond with a cold face devoid from any emotion

'Ah ... Vengeance always sweet' Commented Ra darkly

"Well , let's review what we have" Said Raymond in a neutral tone

"We have :

- A large sum of money

- Information about the traitors and all of their possesions

- We have the info that Marcus was a squib

All courtesy of Marcus , he knew he was going to die so he gave them the last middle finger ,ha ha hahahaahhahahahaHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH" Said raymond while he laugh like the dark empath he was

'So Raymond what will be doing to them?' Asked ra with a cruel smile on his face

' I know what they deserve ... ' Thought raymond amusedly

He examine the room a little more and found a box with a black suit, some pair of glasses and a card that says congratulations raymond for your first mission

'What?' Asked ra with a fierce and cruel expresion , he already knows the answer

"Extermination" Said raymond with a look that promices vengeance ,pain , suffering and a great amout of fun and joy for him


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