A Terrible Evil Villain And Their Destiny

Chapter 8: Inner Turmoil

Bryson had no idea where he was going. It was pitch black save for the light given of by the full moon. Bryson was walking through the snowy garden, the voice no longer echoed in his head, yet he knew where it wanted him to go.

He moved further down the garden path, the minutes flew by, he had forgotten just how big this garden was. Eventually he reached his destination. The crater.

The crater in where he was originally found was before him. This time the crater was glowing, Bryson could feel a warm sensation of mana brush his face. As he stared at the crater in confusion, he felt a tremor beneath his feet.

Out from the crater dense black smoke rose from the ground and began to collect inside, forming a ball. Bryson stood there, his mouth agape as the ball of smoke began to change and turn into a human form.

Rising from the crater before Bryson was what looked like a tall thin man dressed in a three-piece suit, he wore on his face a black mask that completely hid his features, and a black fedora adorned the top of his head.

The strange figure rose from the ground and approached Bryson, it left footsteps in the snow as it walked. Standing before a confused Bryson the tall figure seemed to be studying him tilting its head to the side as it seemed to think.

Suddenly a strange fabric like mouth appeared on the mask and it curled up into a wide wicked smile, the mouth stretching from one side of the mask to another.

It then spoke.

"So, this is the boy that he brought to this world." A chilling, diabolical voice echoed out the sound didn't emit from the figure, but seemingly through Bryson's head.

Bryson could only stare in silence back as the figure studied him some more.

"Bryson... Coldwater." The figure slowly whispered out.

"Who are you?" Bryson finally said. In reply he had a strange screaming laugh echoing through his head.

"Oh, where are my manners?" The figure replied. "Where are my manners, I am... well now actually, I don't have a name... yet. I suppose I'll figure it out later." It said deviously.

"So, why did you call me?" Bryson replied in confusion, only to be greeted by more screeching laughter.

"To help you of course!"

"With what exactly?"

"Becoming the heir of Coldwaters!" The figure exclaimed.

"What? But what about Gareth and everyone else?" Bryson said in confusion.

The figure tilted his head to the side curiously, "Oh. Oh, you don't know." It said leaning in, more laughter emitted from it.

"Know what?"

"That you are one of a kind." The mask's smile somehow expanded even wider. "That you are above all others. That you will change this worthless planet into something greater."

Bryson felt a shiver up his spine as the figure spoke to him. He took a step backwards as he said, "What exactly are you? Why are you here, and what's going on with the headaches?"

"You are quite curious, aren't you?" The figure said while standing straightening its back. "Alright let me explain somethings. I'm here to help you... I'm not exactly what one might call a god, but part of that family I suppose. The headaches aren't exactly related to me, they are more so because of your developing powers. I just used your awakening to finally appear in Strarth."

The figure began to saunter around Bryson.

"They will stop when after they develop a bit. So, need for any concern." It said sweetly.