“Let me recap my experiences for you boy…I’ll give you my whole backstory.”
Ramon continued to pull the trigger, firing into a random part of his arm.
“After I fell off the rail…well at the bottom of the manor stairway, there were those pigeons from before. They came to me since I had the essence of death…, which you covered me! Then, the devils pecker me relentlessly with their sharp beaks. It took me a while to shake those things off until I found a certain passageway, which helps me rid of those wretched creatures.”
Ramon smothered one of his boots onto Dom’s bullet wound, rubbing it side to side.
“Yeah…they fucked me up real good back there, but I managed to escape from that world, using a technique of mine. After so, I waited, hitting on the sidelines for this battle to end…you getting me now Dommy?”
Dom tried reaching for the ball of energy, but was useless, as Ramon steps over his hand crushing his fingers in the process. He kicks away his face and points the colt directly onto his forehead.
“The most exciting part is…your buddy is gone. Now I can kill you off for the sake of my sanity.”
“Gwahhhh!”
Ramon whispers in his ear “…take a rest Dom, you deserve it after all. I’m sure your family is waiting for you on the other side.”
Then he fills his skull with four of his last rounds, ending him in blood spatter.
The fatal atrocity drops the revolver over the fresh corpse; Ramon walks over to retrieve the power he merely desires.
“The power to rule over man…perhaps gods…It’s all finally mine…” Gazing deeply into the sphere, he could not handle this suspense any longer, till a strange tension disrupted his grand celebration.
From the sphere, a reflection of a hand emerged. Ramon quickly looks behind surprise to find a big man pressuring his neck. He wrangled for a while, until noticing the appearance of the big man.
“Ahh! The Jaguar is still alive. You were supposed to be extinct.”
A tiny gun rolls up from his sleeve, and Ramon shoots the restraint on him.
Ignoring the wound on his arm, the Jaguar stays intense and severe, as he licks his fingertips releasing an ink substance. He chanted a few words, before striking a curse spell into his torso.
“Ha! What is this? What the hell is happening to me?”
His legs began to vanish, along with his upper body.
“You shall never rest, you shall never walk, and you shall never see the heavens. Your journey to the depths of limbo will be an eternal one.” After the process, Ramon disappears entirely leaving no trace of his existence behind.
In a gentle walk, the Jaguar approach the corpse of Dominic Tisdale, staring down at it for a moment.
“This man has fulfilled so much, but his heart still filled with grief and sorrow… too much tragedy. Don’t you agree…my Lord?”
From the skies, the scale bird soars down, transforming into a man with royal golden garments, having eyes of an almighty. The mysterious man touches the corpse bullet holes, rubbing his blood-filled fingers.
“The seed of Xibalba is neutralized for now; its power dispersed into a sphere of unknown capability. With its user now obliterated, the power has become astray from the path of darkness.”
The blood around the man’s fingertips quickly vanished, and the wounds on the corpse completely sealed off but remain lifeless on the floor.
“Every good deed accomplished, must always cause such misery to man?” Jaguar said.
“Whoever chooses the path of righteousness to defeat such tyranny must be given a proper chance…to redeem what is lost.”
The mysterious man held a leech around his index finger, destroying it using a mystical power.
“Why does man wage war, why do they spill the blood of innocents? Is it for pride or to trial over the obstacles of the world…looking at this human, and his soul is barely present, but unconscious…lost somewhere in his body…Should I carry it off and let him be in peace?” The Jaguar said.
“Leave it be…This man has chosen his destiny, but because of his action, and a good heart. His fate shall be different,”
The mysterious man said.
“This isn’t like you my lord…humans show no importance to a god, nor they respect the will of the world.” The Jaguar said.
“Every man is created different…they led humanity into several paths, as others will nourish for peace, some will become greed for power…in which they require someone to look after them. This young man is truly a …a strong creation from my wits.”
The mysterious man shifts towards the sphere and Dom disappears.
Epilogue
Meanwhile, in a hospital somewhere in the United States, a nurse came into a room, to check on the status of their unique patient, preparing instructions for the second shift for the night.
“Hey! I’ve seen this man before, but I can’t remember his name.”
“Come on! You must be joking, that’s the writer of the Great demise and the Atlantis Sky.”
“Yeah! That is right! I know him…it is a damn shame though. He had quite the heart attack just moments before getting on that plane to Central America. Do you think he’ll live?”
“I don’t know Gus, his medical stats and heartbeats seem abnormal. He might eventually die or awake, who knows.”
One of the male nurses notices something shiny around the index finger. He took a closer look, finding a silver ring attached to it. Attracted by the ring’s curiosity, he tries removing it, but fails, as it remains in exact position.
“Uhh! This damn thing it’s stuck!”
“Don’t even bother, I heard someone tried removing it earlier, and they got the same results.”
“Whatever…it’s only silver.”
“Well! Here is his health record, good luck tonight.”
The two attendees left the room, leaving the comatose Dominic Tisdale to his unawakening slumber.
The night took over the world, but will the dark last forever?
In Memory of
My Grandfather Israel Zamora, who worked hard since he was a little kid and always put his family first, and with who I resemble in his ways of moving forward no matter how hard is the task.
To my Grandfather Angel Emilio Bianchi, who immigrated into a strange country, finding it hard to blend in sometimes, but he always finds a way to support his family.
Also, to Lawrence Grillo III, his loss will let out a vast emptiness in this life for those who still miss him.
To them who I never met, but in some way, I feel like, I share a little trace of their success. We seem life little empty and full of sorrow, but God will give us resignation after he takes care of those who already left…. in his kingdom.
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