His house was empty. He had lived here alone since he'd left Mogbel. Back when he moved here, he hadn't felt so lonely. He stepped inside, evening light falling in from the windows helped him see the how dusty the interior had become. He was an old man. He wore a black trench coat with a navy fedora. Mary-Ann had gifted him that way back when. He stepped on to the dirty rug and started looking around the house. Everything was messy.
How will I clean this all by myself? Should have picked up a nanny on the way here.
He sighed and started to climb the stairs. If only, he hadn't been caught back then. The rich folk partied with the same extravaganza they had back then. He could still hear the joyful cheers and music down below the mountain.
He had thought that he had made an impact on the lives of the people of this evil city. Maybe killing the boy had not been the proper way of doing things. But to bring change sacrifices had to be made. He was just going to show the people of DarianVale the righteous way of living. No one cared for the words of the Enlightened one. He had seen that in the eyes of those damned people when he was preaching to them his words long ago in Mogbell. Words that entranced the souls. But those stares they gave him. They had banished him. It was not proper. Neither was it proper for that rich boy to intervene when he had planned to preach to them that night at Oxley's. He had to be taken care of.
The man moved towards a room with a black door and opened it. He kept his plans inside here. The police had taken apart most of the room. He had been exposed months ago. Although, killing the boy in front of everyone was not the most intelligent of decisions yet he felt no remorse. How could he? When the Book of Enlightenment speaks of imposing such penance for the greater good. A spoon-fed brat like him had to be the example. Even if it had ruined his whole plan. He entered the room and moved a board beneath one of the tattered rugs beside a couch. The old man pulled out a wooden box from under there and dusted it off with his hand. It was an ordinary box. It did have a seal of the spiked circlet. He opened it.
Ah, thank the Enlightened. It is preserved. Another sign fulfilled!
He took out the Book and kissed it. The book could not be destroyed. It was eternal. It would guide him further in his mission. There is still hope for these people he thought. He would summon him again in front of an audience. The Book will help him cleanse them all and then they will all become his Enlightened children blessing Nesphar.
Alas, I must move quick.
He stood up and made his way downstairs to make a call. He had changed his appearance, and his voice was much raspier now, no one would know who he was.
"Hello, this is Bram speaking. I will be needing some help here. Yes, I need a nanny. Oh, Alright I will be waiting then."
How disappointing. Two hours
He hung up and sighed. He will have to find someone to help him. Someone young. While thinking he stared at the webs covering the ceiling and doors.
Must get this mess, cleaned up first.