The words echoed trough the air, and Marc was shocked. How could these people, who didn't even know him, try to kill him? And even if he was this new Twelfth Progenitor, then still they could talk this over.
Whilst these thoughts went trouigh his head, the eleven people raised their hands towards him and the one that spoke before said: "No hard feelings, we don't want to do this, but we kinda have to, to get rid of your house. My sincere apologies." "Don't be ridiculous Evar, the kid must die." said an elder lady who was looking at him in pure disgust. "Let's do this. He is worth nothing." "Well, I don't know" said a young woman who was kind of shy looking. "He doesn't seem like someone who will cause trouble." The elderly lady looked at her with pure rage and said "You really think the new twelfth progenitor won't cause any trouble? They have been nothing but trouble even since the beginning of the New Era! We all agreed to kill him once the new one would come into existance. Now let's do this!"
Whilst they were talking, Marc was becoming aware of some sort of static in the air, something powerful was approaching. He became aware of a near unhearable buzzing noise, which became louder by the second. Suddenly he realized that they had stopped talking and that they were looking around, as if searching for something. Suddenly, the middle-aged man standing to Marc's left screamed "It's a pulse bomb" They all started to chant in a strange language and glowing runes began to flow all around them, as if to protect them from the immenient danger. Marc could see the fear in their eyes and behaviour, and saw them, one by one, realising there was no way out. The middle-aged man tried to throw something that looked like a needle made of light at him, but before he could move his arm forward from the position to throw it, a devastating shock went through the room, crackling with energy, with a feeling of pure destruction and sheer death raging through the air. The invisible pulse flew through the air, plowing through the people around him, dropping them like dominoes. When the pulse came to him he felt an immense pressure on his skull, almost enough to crack his skull. But then the pulse went by him and continued his devastating course. then, everything became silent. He looked around. Blood was dripping from all the bodies he could see, from some people the eyes had exploded in a mass of blood and stuff he didn't want to think about. One person was standing. It was a man, tall, with a strong face with a scar on his right eye, white spiky hair, and brown eyes with two golden circles around the pupils. He looked in disbelief as to what happened, and being alive as well.
He opened his mouth to say something, but shut it again before saying anything. the two men standing stood there in between the bloodfest and said nothing for a while. Then, the man with the spiky hair said: "I'm Darak, from the seventh house. We were allies in the far past, but were forced to betray your house as well. The fact I'm alive proves that you still believe in this, and I have no intention to actually betray you once more. I'll take my leave and say that there was an unfortunate accident, and that im the only one that survived. That means they'll think you're dead as well, so make good use of it. I'm sure we will meet again. Right now, I need a good rest, and it seems you might as well. Farewell."
Before Marc had the chance to say something he turned around and walked out of the house. He raised his arm to stop him, but before he could move he felt a tremendous shock through his body. It felt like all of the energy in the air was being sucked into his body, which caused him to be electrocuted on the spot. All he could hear was a scream, all he could feel was pain. The world became dark and tiny. Suddenly he felt that he could direct the energy in his body, as if it was his own. Maybe it even was. He directed the energy to make his cells, the fibers of his existence, his very core energy cells, he made them larger with the borrowed energy. It felt as it was the only solution to actually survive, to get rid of this excess energy flowing through him. After what seemed longer than eternity he regained his senses, only to realize he was lying in a pool of blood on the ground, along with several things that smelled as bad as they looked.
He got up and looked around. There, at the table, completely relaxed, sat Mr. Fischer. He looked at him and said: "Did you sleep well? You were lying there so peacefully I couldn't get myself to wake you.". Marc was in disbelief. How could anyone stay so calm with all of this happening? When he finally could speak again he asked "What was that all about?". "That? Just a minor quarrel that has lingered for the past 7500 years. They're afraid of the power of the twelfth progenitor, because they banned the twelfth house from the council. Which, by the way, has now no elders left except for that Darak... Oh well, I'll deal with him later." Marc was still not sure what happened this past.... How long had it been? He looked at his watch. When all this started it was around half past one, and now it was almost 5 AM. He had no idea for how long he was out, in that agonizing pain. He was pulled out of that unpleasant memory by Nick speaking again.
"I am truly sorry you had to go through that, but it was necessary to ensure the survival of my, or rather, YOUR house. Here, let me clean you up. And grab a drink afterwards and I will explain some more."
After this he waved his hand at Marc and suddenly, a faint, blue light was emmitted from Nick's hand and it drifted towardsb Marc, waving all around him and vaporising all the blood and sweat, and other fluids Marc did not want to think about.He felt his body warming up again and the trembling stopped. He got up, still unsteady on his feet and walked towards the bottle with the liquid rainbow drin. He poured two bottles and walked to the table where Nick was calmy sitting.
"Again, I am really sorry for putting you through all of this. I will make it up to you, as a man of my word. So, let me begin with the people that tried to kill you. They were eleven members of the Immortal Counsil of Twelve. Before you ask, the twelfth was my predecessor, the 73th Twlfth Progenitor. There was a struggle for power some good 1600 years ago, and he ended up giving me the line of heritage. I could do nothing but run at the time, and hide. So, naturally, our house dissappeared from the radar after all but me were killed. I hid for those 1600 years and now, finally, I've found a worthy successor."
