Distorted

Chapter twenty, The Ghostman.

Breaking free was never an option, at least for those young children trapped within a dream. They speak of justice, utopia and hope, devilish plan to subdue the minds of young children, a successful one.

As the hideout in Izora was in a mess following Elijah's death, Ross' plan to leave Ilusia's empire once and for all was being forged, and Viktor was out of sight.

One devil lurked in the artificial lights of the industrial city, walking with quick steps deep into the forsaken alleys of Ilusia. He reeked of malicious intents, and his familiar face revealed itself once he stepped into the lights of the main street. Wearing a black coat, a black hat and gloves while holding something dearly deep into his coat, he walked fast into the street, crossing the roads while paying no attention to the surronding world. He was gasping, mostly exhausted, his pale face was the enigma, that face was an exact copy of Viktor.

The broche was there.

One couldn't doubt the existence of the devil, but in which form?
Some say it's a being chained in the depth of hell, condemned to an eternity of torturing sinful souls, while other believe its a thought, a feeling, an action and a persona. The devil is a state, one we can all reach, one we all have.

That strange man stood in front of a large building, it was a hotel. He took no time to process his thoughts or catch his breath, he barged in quickly. The hotel was old, smelly and dirty. Mainly used by the workers who travel between cities, this man, now fully clear as a deployed black hats agent, had a hidden motive to approach such a dull place.

The clock ticks echoed into the hall, the dancing smoke of the receptionist cigarette flew through the flickering broken lights, the smell of booze was strong and presence of illegal drugs was an assured matter, but this man couldn't care less, his breath joined the irritable sound of the clocks, and now, his distress was apparent more than ever.

He was searching for something.

His eyes darted across the empty hall, the receptionist was alerted, but didn't seem to be interested in the ongoing mess within this man's head, he had his own.

The man walked into the hotel, the hall was in fact large indicating that this was a fancy hotel in the past, his strong shoe-tapping sound alerted the people who were already sleeping in the hall, a faint sound of a music played in the very distance could be heard, and everyone seemed to be quite pleases by its melancholy.

But he wasn't.

His steps grew aggressive as he ran up the stairs looking around while holding the possession dearly. As he ran up to the top finally recognising his destination, the lights obeyed his well, flickering till it became at last dim yet stable, showing him the end of the hallway where one ghost stood silently, emitting a different conflicting aura with the now-obvious black hats agent.

The hostility was apparent, dancing around the dark lights of the dirty messed up hallway, the ghost didn't flatter for once nor move an inch, but the agent couldn't wait any longer, he walked towards the end of the hallway as his trials to regulate his breath were met with failure.

"I see that you are never late." Said the ghost, taking shelter beneath the only flickering lamp within the ending of the hallway where the drop of a pin could be heard.

"T-that w-was not o-our deal" The agent trembled as his steps were slow and almost non-steady as if he was approaching a threat.

"I was never clear about the job, and you never asked. Its not my problem" The ghost replied with a cold monotone wrapping his words.

"I've been fooled into this?!" The agent grew breathless, stood still at fair distance from the ghost, almost unable to control the burst of emotions all agents had, yet, the ghost didn't falter for a moment.