Mid world Gaia
Central St. Lucia
Year 2000 of the 40th Cosmic Calendar
**Haaa
A sigh escaped the lips of a man kneeling in front of a set of tombstones in the middle of what appeared to be a family cementary.
He uncorked a bottle of wine. A 1947 Cheval Blanc, poured two glasses and set the bottle In front of the tomb stone in the middle.
The tombstone had a simple message engraved on it. "Here lies Ezekiel Zoltáir. A man who lived by his truth".
He clicked the two glasses, set one down beside the bottle,lifted the glass towards the tomb then drained his cup in one gulp.
He got up, patted the dust of his pants and looked into the distance. The moon could be seen High up in the sky. Alone without the stars he had grown fond of watching. Then he finally spoke breaking the silence.
"I've always hated a starless night". He said gazing at the sky.
He was a very good looking man with messy black hair and had a distant look in his sharp gold eyes. He wore a black dress shirt,grey trousers and a black trench coat.
Looking at the gold watch on his left wrist as he spoke again.
"It's finally time huh....Well time to put an end to this".
He said watching the city he grew up in, go up in flames. Flames he started with his own hands and now only one thing was left for him to do. Before he could finally rest.
Then he finally started walking, making his way out of the cementary without glancing at the other tombstones that where meant for his dead parents.
He sighed again and walked off in a seemingly random direction.
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Central St.Lucia
Elysian Crown Hotel
** BANG!! BANG!!! BANG!!!! **
Gunshots and explosions rang out inside what was once a seven star hotel, now in shambles.
People screaming as they fled, fire spreading uncontrollably as the floors where dyed red with blood.
This was a hotel owned by a very poweful man well known philanthropist. Well at least in the eyes of the public.
Under the surface he was the leader of the biggest gang in St.Lucia. Responsible for smuggling stolen weapons, illicit enhancement drugs as well as the death of thousands of individuals.
In a room unlike any other, two men could be seen having a conversation.
One was a fat man with neatly swept back brown hair and venomous green eyes. Wearing an expensive looking suit.
And the other, a fair skinned good looking man with black hair and cold Gold eyes.
The only peculiar thing about this particular conversation was that the brown haired man was on the floor with a knife in his chest and still he was doing everything humanely possible to get away from the black haired man.
"Good to see you again Mr.Harper, I must say for a rat you sure have good taste". He said with his signature dry tone. Glancing around the room.
The room seemed like a modern day palace. High ceilings trimmed with quiet gold , and a chandelier that dripped crystal light unto the marble floor. The furniture was arranged with the precision you only get from someone paid to think about symmetry.
A grand piano gleamed in one corner, untouched but dustless, more art than instrument. The air smelled faintly of sandal wood and something rarer. Something expensive.
"How ironic". He spoke again and he wasn't wrong. Because....
.....Well because the man who had the whole of St.Lucia in the palm of his hands, could be seen all beat up....on the floor with a knife lodged in his chest, bleeding as a familiar looking black haired man soaked in blood walked slowly towards him.
**aargh**
"T....They had you killed....ho...how are you here?". He stuttered and coughed out the blood in his mouth, as more blood spewed from the wounds all over his body.
"You don't need to know that....Too much of a spoiler". He replied. Knowing fully well that if it where a few years earlier he would be filled with questions about his brother's death but now?.... now he just felt empty.
**BOOM BOOMM BOOOMM**
Explosions could be heard around different parts of the hotel, as fire spread into every room.
"Well got any last words because I'm about to blow this place to smithereens. Just like every other establishment of yours across the face of Gaia.
Too bad you won't be here to see all your 'hard work' go up in flames".
He said to Harper as he walked through the huge windows and unto the balcony overseeing the city, whilst leaving the man about to lose everything pleading for his life.
He finally sighed but this time, a sigh of relief as he took out a worn out picture from his trench coat. It was a picture of a younger picture of him and a boy in a wheelchair.
The boy had long black hair and looked exactly like him. Well except for his red mischievous eyes that reminded one of pools of blood.
He was the exact opposite of the man. One obvious reason being that he had a smirk on his perfect looking face. A smirk that seemed to challenge the world that never left his face.
"I finally completed the task you started, now I can finally rest... I'll see you soon..... Brother." He said in a heavy tone. As a single tear slid down the corner of his eye.
Then he shut his eyes and waited for what would be his relief from the shitty world that took everything from him.
A world he refused to live in any longer.
**BOOOM ! BOOOOMM !!BOOOOOOMMM !!!
The bomb he set up finally went off and the hotel burst into flames burning everyone still in it alive.
And that was the day Malakai Zoltáir man who lived only for his brother....died...Or so it seemed.