The explosion rocked the sleepy residents of Charmsburg out of bed. Crusted eyes peeked out of windows and doors, widening at the plume of dust and smoke rising along the road. Fear replaced wonder when a shadowy figure walked out of the center of the cataclysm, brushing dust off a flowing black cloak. Cold patriarch’s eyes gazed over the small suburb.
“I am Majstro de Morto. I am this world’s new King.” His voice never rose, but his words wormed their way into the minds of everyone in a two-mile radius.
Sirens wailed as emergency responders raced to the site. Majstro strode down the road, black boots crunching rubble as a purple-blue ball of crackling energy formed around his hand. He raised his arm, pointing at an oncoming police car. He released the stored power in a bolt that sizzled the air around its path.
It struck the front of the vehicle, crumpling the frame as if it rammed into a brick wall. The siren cut off on a discordant note as the car flipped and landed on its roof. Majstro flicked his fingers, his eyes a solid silver. The policemen’s bodies twitched and crawled out of the wreck, pulling their weapons and facing the oncoming backup. Pistols barked, as soulless eyes watched windshields star and crack. An ambulance swerved and crashed into a fire truck, sending both tumbling over the pavement.
Majstro grinned and brought the dead under his command. He and his army of damned marched upon the city, cries echoing throughout the night. The bedlam lasted for two days, until Charmsburg stood silent except for one not-a-man’s maniacal cackle.
For Picture It & Write over at Ermilia blog. This one interests me and I think I’ll develop this world a bit. It’s already sparked an idea for a character and story 😀 That’s why I love doing these challenges. You never know what ideas they might create!
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