New Dawn of Scare (Second Lordi Saga - Story 1)

Chapter 5 - Calm Before the Storm

Kita had always been a hunter and a warrior, he had been created for that. But this time, much to his dismay, he had become prey.

Somewhere in the forest near the human city, the alien was leaping from tree to tree with the greatest agility and speed possible. With a scratch mark on one of his cheeks and marks of attack on his strong armor, Kita had to stop for a moment on a thick branch in the heights of a tree to catch her breath. He wanted to be able to camouflage himself, but one of the blows he had received had damaged the device created by Magnum. No matter how hard he pressed all the buttons or even punched them with his fist, nothing to do, it didn't work anymore. Kita growled and cursed, his back resting against the trunk.

Strange and disembodied cries made him look around, alert, his katana in hand. Below, towards the ground, he could vaguely glimpse dark, tall shapes, moving between the trees at superhuman speed. He had never seen such creatures. How could such forms of life exist? Even the worst demon lords could not have imagined such horrors. They were hunting him like a mere animal. They were everywhere around him, he felt it. Kita had tried to defend himself as best he could, but these creatures had also displayed extraordinary strength and resistance.

Suddenly the trunk was shaken by a violent tremor. Looking down, Kita swallowed when he saw that one of those things had spotted him and was climbing the tree at high speed to reach him, smashing all the branches in its path. No choice, being too injured to resist, Kita had to resume his flight through the forest, to try to return to see the others. He absolutely had to warn them of what was going on.

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After spending a few romantic moments in the garden, Mr. Lordi and Emily returned to the warmth of the interior of the mansion, so that they could continue the day together. Although being the lord of his world and therefore having a lot of responsibilities, Mr. Lordi had decided to dedicate this day to him and his beloved.

Returned to his large living room, in front of the fireplace where logs were burning, the Monsterman waited patiently for Emily to come back from the upper floor. The young woman had decided to spend her days off here and had warned her parents by message that she would come back to her house in a few days and that they should not worry about her. The parents were of course aware of their daughter's relationship with Mr. Lordi, and seemed to have more or less accepted it, or at least tolerated it.

Glad to know that Emily was staying at the mansion for a few days, Mr. Lordi had directed her to a room on the first floor where she could move in, and told her that a surprise awaited her in that room.

While waiting for Emily, Mr. Lordi took a quick glance to make sure he was alone, and pressed one of the marble reliefs of the fireplace, which clicked into a small hidden mechanism and revealed a small secret compartment. He took something from inside: a tiny black velvet box, and looked at what was inside. He was thoughtful, so hesitant and eager at the same time. He and Emily had been together for several years, and for some time he had been thinking about taking their relationship to the next level, officially. But was it the right time? The peace between monsters and humans was still very unstable, and plus, Emily was still seen as an outcast and a traitor by many of her own race.

Such a union could only make him happier than he already was, but he also feared that such an announcement would spawn even more tension and hatred on the part of humans, especially religious groups who had formed against them. The last thing Mr. Lordi wanted was the start of a new war between monsters and humans. His mind tormented by these thoughts, he closed the small box and put it back in the secret compartment which he closed, making it completely invisible again. What to do? What to do? The question repeated itself in his head, as he leaned his elbow against the fireplace, his gaze lost in the dancing flames.