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Belos flung open the grand door of his throne room after receiving an ominous message from and unknown sender. He stormed into the room his cloak billowing behind him. He stopped right before the steps up to his throne, looking in outrage and bewilderment. There sitting upon his throne; legs crossed and resting their golden masked face on their hand, was the golden guard.
“Hunter?” He breathed, confused
“Mr. Wittabane, so nice for you to join me.” The grimwalker said, he face still covered by the visor of his mask, his tone level and deep, coated with malice and hatred. A far cry from the high pitch reedy tones, that the former human was so used to hearing.
“How do you know that name?!!” The emperor demanded, Hunter saying it was like a slap in the face to him, especially with the connotation and tone that it was said.
“That’s not important at the moment. What we need to talk about is your plan for the boiling isles and what your connection is to the collector.” Hunter removed his mask. And instead of the short military style cut, and the big magenta eyes that usually held fear, there were narrow and dull chocolate brown eyes, and a longer unruly mop of hair the hung down to the back of his neck. And instead of the long scar on his cheek, this stranger who looked like the golden guard has vicious scarring across his face and one of his ears.
“What?” Belos whispered, in shock at his supposed nephews appearance and sheer dismissal of the question asked
“Oh you know, the day of unity actually being one giant drain spell to kill every witch on the isle that bears a coven sigil.” Hunter droned on flicking his hand
“Oh, and the plan to use this godlike being as a puppet but break the promise you made to them, which by the way, backfires horribly and allows for the collector to take over the boiling isles and for you to stay a sewer sludge monster without a body, and thrown back into the human realm.” The younger smile wickedly
“Oh and should we bring up you calling yourself the ‘witch hunter general’?” The emperor looked like a gaping fish, confused and out of place
“How- you- what- plan- titan…” the emperor stuttered
“Oh and let’s not forget the golden guards, myself included are grimwalkers of the brother that you killed, Caleb Wittabane, your older brother more specifically.” Hunter drawled, not once looking at the so called emperor.
“Yes Yes, my dear Uncle. I Know Everything! And you’re going to stop, no tricks, no games. As you can clearly see, I am not the same as the Hunter you know. While our names seem the same, they are very different, my name is Hunter, Hunter Grimbane.” The young man fluidly got up off the throne, brushing off his tunic and putting back on his mask, concealing his identity to the world once more.
The doors to the throne room slammed shut, and for once Belos was afraid.