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emerged on his face as he watched the ensuing chaos unwind from the rooftops of Everrmore, delighted in the progress that he had made.
    I can feel their anger, their envy, their hate. I’ve tasted it all. As my snakes weaved through their hearts and pierced their soul. They felt nothing. They knew nothing.
    The cloaked man chuckled to himself. Who would have thought? A leisurely stroll through the crowd and an uproar manifests. I simply gave them what they wanted. Sometimes it feels good to let it all out. Brother against brother, father against son, mother against daughter. It’s all there, down below, deep inside. The man in red tapped his chin as he quietly assessed his next course of action as he observed Emil, Omari, and Skye holding their own in the city square.
    The three masked Abnormals still in the square do seem to pose a threat. Although a minor one. It’s a shame that they still believe those fools are worth saving.
    One has energy manipulation, one has space and possibly time manipulation, and the other seems to be a healer —viable assets. Although the same blood runs through our veins, I doubt our mission is the same. They hide behind masks like cowards, afraid to show the world who they truly are. For that, I resent them. More than likely they’ll get in my way, but I suppose I’ll let them live. Of course, only after I have my fun. Perhaps in time they’ll learn to see things as I do.
    With his heart set on destruction , the cloaked, slender man jumped from roof, landing behind the crowd in an alley where he could not be seen. This will be fun, he thought as the serpents tethered to his back grew in size. Like demons, they hissed and snarled but only he could hear them. Of all the shapes he could choose to manifest as his will, he chose the snake. The most cunning, the most sinister, the most effective, the most manipulative. It suited him perfectly. The way that they coiled and constricted their prey was the same way he chose to operate. Rather than killing them quickly, it was always painful and indirect. Breaking his opposition was more to his liking.
    “Time to come out and play,” he whispered to himself as the serpents manifested themselves to his desired size. Silently, he walked into the crowds as his serpents pierced into the hearts of the people, taking what he desired and leaving them only with malice. Calmly, he treaded towards the center of the square as his demons grew. Like wings , they drifted behind his back, only bringing the promise of death to those who opposed him. He wore no armor and wielded no weapon. Instead, his hands rested gently in his pockets as he carried on with ease while his serpents passively protected him.
    In the distance , his eyes caught hold of Emil as he pressed deeper into the crowd.
    Ah…the manipulator. He will be the first.

Chapter 4: Emil and the Angel of Death
    Guard your heart, guard your mind. Guard your heart, guard your mind. The words constantly streamed through Emil’s conscious as he ran through the crowd neutralizing the guards, preventing them from wreaking any further havoc on the people of Everrmore. Like the wind, he parried and evaded enemy attacks, expending minute amounts of energy while at the same time immobilizing his opponents. His exceptional speed and dexterity worked to his advantage. All he needed was a well placed slice or a second to channel his energy through their armor; the former wounding them and the latter rendering them unconscious.
    Something isn’t right, Emil thought to himself as the air around him suddenly grew heavy. A heart-stopping chill fell over him, momentarily freezing him in place as his mind continued to search for answers. What is this? Emil’s pulse began to pickup from where it once fell off. Anxiously, he spun around in the square as he searched for the root of the perceived evil he felt slowly approaching. With every passing second, his feelings grew. He was afraid, nervous, anxious. The air was