Nadir: Something Bloody Coming This Way

I stared at the antic building in front of me. Aged for almost a century, it still preserved its classical value. Fortress of Crypticville, as it was called, was the only huge citadel in this small suburb village, very far away from other civilizations. For the Crypticvilleans, it was sacred to them. It represented the symbol of power and peace. They believed as long as it was still arrogantly standing, they were protected from evilness. In fact, they were saved from many mishaps since the fortress was built. And now, it served as a center of knowledge for young Crypticvilleans, and also for selected outsiders. Those to enroll into the Fortress of Crypticville must have a clean and pure background. Even a tiny ambiguity would not be tolerated.

I was one of the luckiest student to enroll in it, or should I say, was made lucky to be accepted. My name was Izabelle, and I didn’t even know what my last name was. In my offer letter, it was written as Izabelle d’Conway. In the past, I had been associated with Smith, Mayer, Andrews and also Connely. Having several last names was not something to be proud of. I felt like a major part of my life was missing. But I didn’t dare to question it. All my life, I’d been staying with The Master. Even though he wasn’t my biological father, but he was the one who raised me, and taught everything I knew and mastered. I had only one playmate, Mark, but he was more like an abuser to me. He hated me so much, I could feel it, but most of the time he was the one who saved me out from troubles. He would always come to the rescue, and he was the one responsible for my enrollment into the Fortress of Crypticville. Mark was a great hacker. He registered and created a new identity for me, with a crystal clear background. At the age of 20, with a flawless porcelain skin, a long straight auburn hair and a slim 5”4’ young adult, nobody would believe that I was the bad evil that should not be allowed to enter. How easily a look could disguise the truth.

I stared again at the building with great disbelief. This was going to be the first time I would be away from The Master for quite a long time, and from Mark. Sometimes I did wish for this moment to happen, despite it was only temporarily. Being free from strict orders was a relief. Having a chance to explore a new life by living with different people was a lifetime opportunity not to be missed. Only God knows how I longed for this. Maybe I could delay a bit the order, as long as it was executed perfectly, I didn’t smell any troubles.

I smiled contently, and walked through the entrance. Crypticville would never going to be the same again with me in it. Never.

-to be continued-

Nadir: The Power of the Darkside

"Yes, you called me, Master?" asked Mark Damien, on a bended knee.

"It is time," said the Master.

Mark lifted his head. In his mid-20s, he looked older than his age. With his darked skin and squared face, he stared straight at the Master, who was standing by the window, back facing, looking for assurance.

The Master turned backwards. In his hooded cloak like the Evil Emperor, slowly he walked towards Mark. Nobody had seen his face, nobody knew how he looked like, nobody even knew his name. "You heard me," he said, as he stood right in front of Mark.

Mark nodded. He dared not disobey the order of the Master. As a faithful henchman, every single order would be executed without a question. Even it would cost his life. The Master was the one who raised him to what he was now, and he was the only family he had. No, there was another, but to Mark, she was just like a puppet, only to be used when needed. He never treated her well, never.

"Arise," ordered the Master.

Mark stood, waiting for the next order. "Don't fail me," said the Master, "I've been waiting 20 years for this moment." His voice deepened, full of hatred.

"I won't fail you," answered Mark, confident.

The Master smiled. He knew Mark would never failed him, but he was afraid that she would. Her loyalty was not tested yet, even she had shown great determination in each and every task assigned. But he had no choice, she had to carry this task, it was the only way to fulfill his revenge.

Mark bowed, as a respectful sign of leaving, and started walking out of the room. But halfway through, he stopped, and again, facing the Master. "What's next, my Master?" he asked.

Silence occupied the room for couples of seconds. The Master sighed, and then, turned his back against Mark, facing the window. He watched the full moon outside, thinking. He took one final breath. "Kill her," he finally said, after a long hiatus.

Mark bowed again, and left.

~to be continued~

Beware What You Wish For

Life is about a battle of Good vs Evil. Good will rise and evil will fall, or so we think. Not many realized that they are surrounded by dark forces, easily exploited by the unaware hypocrisy. And yet many think that good surpasses no matter what.

Most would prefer goodness, but I would choose the opposite. Yes, I chose darkness and I will go beyond it, trying to explore what lies behind.

And hence, this site is called Crypticville - since everything in here will be surrounded by darkness. And I hope this will satisfify those who hungered for mystery and darkside, and at the same time inline with the most widely accepted genre of all time - love.

~We kill ourselves to do the right thing: meanwhile the bad people keep coming back~