The Wild Spirit, full of hunger and feral rage.
The Huntress, demented and broken.
The Haunter, watching from the dark.
The Khaos, never truly bound by any master.
The Predator, always seeking a greater prize.
The Puppet Master, ever present.
The P...
Rain poured down on the city as the citizens attempted to recover from the recent Luftwaffe bombings. It was night, and both the dark and the rain obscured the vision of any who would look to the sky.
Perfect cover for a star-walker.
If anyone looked up, they would see blurry, bobbing white lights—five in all—moving through the air, and assume that they were simply seeing things. None would pay it much mind; some might even flee, thinking they were part of another German air raid.
And so it was after many months of star-walking across northern Africa and southern Europe that the mask-bearer known as Fisi finally made his way back home.
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Amadeus scrubbed the dishes in his sink vigorously, his mind lost in a muddle of cloudy thoughts. He was so preoccupied with his troubled reflections that he did not notice the figure crawling right through the upper left corner of his kitchen wall, its paint and wood peeling and decaying as the mask-wearing creature pushed its way into the house.
"Amadeus."
Amadeus let out a shout of surprise and jumped, dropping the dish into the sink. He spun in the direction from which the voice had spoken, watching in shock as a man he hadn't seen in more than ten years crawled through the wall of his kitchen.
Fisi grinned at his heir as he fully emerged from the decayed wall, clinging to the corner between the walls and ceiling like a lizard. "Good evening."
Amadeus clutched the counter with one hand, using the other to wipe his face as he let out a groan. "You know, if I were a swearing man, your ears would be numb by now," he snapped, gesturing angrily at Fisi. "I almost broke that dish—and look what you did to my wall!"
"Oh, spare me the whining," Fisi scoffed. "You've got wealth enough to replace it." He grinned again, creeping along the wall with his hidden eyes still fixed on Amadeus. "Speaking of which..."
"Oh, so that's why you came?" Amadeus interrupted, growing even more annoyed. "Not to say 'hello'? Not to check up on me? Not to see how your only living family members are doing in the middle of a world war?" He gestured furiously, continuing, "For god's sake, look around, Father! My city was just bombed! My children were almost killed! And the first thing you ask about is money?"
"Did you really expect anything else?" Fisi asked dryly, chuckling. "Come now, Amadeus. It hasn't been so long that you've forgotten who I am, heeheehee."
"Of course I haven't forgotten," Amadeus retorted. "I'd just hoped you changed." He let out a frustrated sigh, leaning back against the counter and rubbing his face with both hands this time. "What could you possibly want the money for?" he grumbled. "It's not like you can do anything with it looking like that."
