King Anthrax was ready to slit someone's throat. He didn't want to kill a member of the Diablerie, for he needed one to open the portal, kill Veykne and become his own death. He would be the most powerful sorcerer in the world.
Kharatak was the person to open the portal with. His mask made everything so much easier. King Anthrax and the Man with the Cursed Eyes, he thought. He would have the glory, and if he didn't, it was simple: kill Kharatak. Those red eyes would leave anyone for dead. Not Anthrax though. Anthrax had two main things: death, and Dark Spirits.
Kharatak's main mission was to get Dark Spirits, for he believed that they would restore order and balance to this world, and killing those who ruin society.
His red eyes were because of an assassin, that he inevitably killed but the assassin poisoned him, leaving him with distorted vision and the red eyes. Those cursed red eyes. But now, Anthrax promised him a mission, a mission in which both parties get a profit. Both parties get what they want.
Could it result in pain and anguish? Maybe. Will he have fun? Definitely.
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Diablerie
FantasyThe world is ridden by sorcerers, mages and the flourish of magic. Two detectives in this world seek to destroy the threat that is lurking in this world. But disaster strikes. What can they do to save the world?
