THE MAN WITH THE CHLAMYS

"Hahahahaha!" I hysterically howled out in great pleasure as I peered through to the physical and saw him.

Yes! I could behold the dark, enchanting Markins that sprung up from the dream world. He might have met with the one whom we all know to be the greatest of all. But I am not one to disregard my assignment.

I gazed at my dupe with a smirk, because' all I could perceive of him was a half-baked man.
I am Lezar, an unswerving servant of my Lord. I have been sent to inhabit one of the most foo!ish humans I have ever known, not just to live with but to dwell in.

I glared more at Markins as hot drops of sweat trickled down his face.

Well, it had been a mysterious encounter back in the dream land, and although it didn't really have a connection with me, I still needed to pry into it.

I wanted to squash him.

I wanted to gift him a cup of anguish.

I wanted to espouse him to a bowl of peril.

I wanted to plunge a sharp-edged straw into his soul and slurp out all that was left in it.

Are you astonished?

Why would I want to do all of these to the noticeably dashing Markins?

Uhm. All I can do is chuckle at your flabbergasted expression right now.

Well, you might want to grasp the idea of what I am and who in particular I answer to.

Well, that "one" isn't lovable, even to me, but I found myself aliegiant to him; I can't explicate the reason in actuality-or probably I know why, only trying to evade the truth; maybe.

I urge you to begin the story of the man with the Chlamys-more will be revealed about me, my Lord, and the human whom I shouldn't have met.

I remain Lezar, the unswerving servant of my Lord.

-CHAPTER ONE COMES NEXT....