The sound of something scraping against the ground filled the room, getting louder with each passing second. Then this figure stepped out of the shadows, and I swear, my brain couldn't even process what I was looking at.
This thing—this being—wasn't human. Not even close. His eyes were these black, hollow voids that seemed to go on forever. Like staring into the deepest part of space where nothing exists. They radiated this darkness that made my skin crawl, yet I couldn't look away. But here's the weird part—his skin was pure white, almost glowing in the dim light. Untouched, perfect, like fresh snow.
Then I saw the wings.
Two massive wings jutted out from his back, their tips dragging across the floor with this haunting scraping sound. At first glance, they looked pure white, almost angelic. But as he moved, they shifted colors—white to silver to grey, like they were breathing or something. Every single feather seemed alive, responding to his movements.
The feathers at the base were soft and delicate, shimmering in what little light we had. But the tips... man, the tips were something else entirely.
Everyone around me dropped to their knees. I could hear people crying, others hyperventilating, sweat dripping onto the floor. Some just froze completely, eyes wide with terror. This thing radiated power—pure, overwhelming power. Every step he took sent ripples through the air, pushing us back without even touching us.
But me? I felt something different. My eyes went wide, but not from fear. For the first time in my life, I felt... hungry. Not for food. For power. The kind of power that would make everyone else kneel before me. Those wings called to me somehow, promising something I'd never imagined possible.
The figure kept walking, his wings spreading out slightly. The scraping sound cut through the air like nails on a chalkboard. The feathers weren't just beautiful anymore—they were terrifying. White turned to silver, silver to black, shifting like liquid metal.
My heart was racing, but not from fear. Something deep inside me was waking up, responding to the raw power this thing was putting out.
He stopped in front of our group, and the air became so thick I could barely breathe. Nobody moved. Hell, I don't think anyone was even breathing. The weight of his presence pressed down on us like we were at the bottom of the ocean.
I stayed silent, keeping that blank expression I always wore. But inside, I wasn't feeling the same terror as everyone else. I felt... curious. I wanted to understand this power. Those wings—the way they moved through the air, the way they seemed to bend reality around them—I couldn't stop staring.
He kept walking with this sense of finality, like he was delivering judgment. "What would you inferior beings call me?" his voice cut through the silence. "An angel? A devil? Maybe I'm neither. Maybe I'm something way beyond what your tiny minds can comprehend."
His wings twitched like they agreed with him, the feathers darkening and rippling with energy that didn't feel natural.
I watched the edges of his wings, where the black feathers gleamed and shifted between silver and obsidian, reflecting light that wasn't even there. These wings were alive—every single feather was proof of his power. The air around them crackled and bent, like the wings themselves controlled the laws of physics.
Then another figure showed up—a man in black with his face hidden behind a mask. His voice was cold and emotionless when he spoke.
"Attention, everyone," he said, and somehow the air got even thicker. "I'm here to explain some things on my master's orders. Don't ask questions. I'm way too lazy to answer them anyway."
Nobody moved. Nobody spoke. We were all completely at their mercy, and there was no way out.
His eyes swept over the crowd before he continued, his voice getting darker. "You've all been enslaved by us. Try to resist, and those devices on your necks will blow up. You won't even have time to think about it."
He paused, then added almost casually, "Even without those devices, I could kill every single one of you in under a minute. Just so we're clear."
The pressure in the room got worse, but my expression didn't change. My mind was working overtime, calculating possibilities. I wasn't scared anymore. This power, this entity I could learn from this. I could use this.
The masked guy kept talking, completely indifferent. "We're going to train you to kill. To be the best killers you can be. We'll give you weapons. Choose carefully you'll need them to survive."
On the far side of the room, there was this huge section full of weapons. Rusty swords, knives, shields, spears all organized by type. But I didn't need to look around. I already knew what I wanted.
"This is a test," the masked man said, his voice getting colder. "Your weapon isn't just a tool to kill with. It needs to be your answer to taking someone's life. Choose wisely."
After he finished talking, he just vanished. Gone in the blink of an eye, leaving nothing but silence behind.