The Soul Stealers

The  Soul Stealers (Angel of death) Pseudonym:Ele Gance Episode one(1) "Lucky you,Markrio, I wonder how you got this talent,"Garrett congratulated pulling Markrio in a one more long hug expressing his delight. Markrio chuckled lightly after they interlocked from the hug. "I wish you nothing less than success."he added and Markrio just beamed in appreciation. He is involved in a pottery contest and luckily he got to the third and final stage after moulding the head of the president of America. "Thanks!"he appreciated and nestled," do angel of failure bring success?" "Seriously? Markrio?,"Garrett scoffed at his utterance. "Just the fact,"he winked and Garrett just glowered at him. He could be like that some time. "Where is it taking place,the same auditorium?'Sidney,the angel of destruction chipped in not taking his look away from his phone. "The auditorium of course...wait,are you trynna destroy there!"he snapped at the other end while Sidney raised his head in trifle surprise. Destroy where he has an audition,seriously? "Do you think I will do that?"he scoffed,"you are going there and besides I was thinking we could accompany you there again and beg Jennings to follow us." "Well,who knows if you're thirsty for blood,you might decide to cause an h*******t,kill billions again,who knows."Markrio replied accusingly and it pierced his heart. It wasn't there fault to possess those power yet he loves using that to hurt them that they are evil whereas they really want to be kind,affectionate,caring but they can't just help doing their heart lust. "I don't kill,he does!"he snarled and they all turned their attention to the 'he'-Jennings. Well,they are working together,the two Ds- death and destruction. He was sitting next to the window doing some artwork,drawing something or probably sketching a design. The only tangible thing he seems to do rather than involving himself in their discussion which always end in a bicker due to their different personalities. They were embodiments of calamities in the world-Angel of hatred,he never forgives and is always thirsty for arguments and accusations and more evil.Mainly behind all break up on earth. Angel of failure,when irked,he doesn't hesitate to pay failure to the victim. Angel of sickness,he warns before having an impact on the soul he wants. Angel of destruction,gosh,he visits unexpectedly as a result of carelessness or ... just like death,they are unforseen and unexpected. "Seems he didn't hear,"Markrio continued sardonically and as expected he didn't say anything,he did hear but it has no effect on him. "Hey Jennings,Sydney said you kills,is that true?"he mocked but got no response which made him fume as Garrett chuckled mocking him. "Hey,what is funny?"he snapped his head towards Garrett who raised his hands in 'nothing' demonstration. "Nothing!"he purred. "Oh really,why then are you laughing?"he growled moving closer to him to attack him while Garrett shifted also. "A step more Markrio and you forget about your contest,"Garrett threatened with a baleful look making him stop. "I can never fail,"he scoffed. "Well,not when my powers are still intact."Garrett retorted,they do loose their powers for some hours though it will be recovered. "And..." "Oh Christ,you guys are making me loose attention."Wayne interjected winterly.That was the first words he said after Markrio announced his success. "Really,what if I continue?"Markrio turned to him and only God knows why he always got the bellicosity to quarrel. "I'll turn you cripple."he answered steely his eyes devoid of mercy just like Jennings whenever he is angry. Mehn, he staggered and released a tiny gasp. "You won't right?"he managed to say not giving up. *It depends,"he replied icily and picked his pen and book which he was using to jot down lyrics of Nicki Minaj rap-he wanted to know it. "Excuse me."he added and strutted out of the sitting room taking the stairs to his room. "Serves you right "Garrett mumbled inaudible to him. "I can just ma him hate Nicki Minaj now,"he intimidated and clasped his hands together-doing this,he have the heart of the victim in his hand which he shatters by clasping. Not quite long,they heard Wayne squawk in distaste,"f**k this song!"from upstairs. "Markrio,"Sydney and Garrett called in uni while he smirked at them looking chuffed at his sordidness. "Care for a fight?"he queried while they scoffed shaking their in negation "Well, I blame you less,guess your success is making you crazy."Sydney jibed. "Or he is drunk."Garrett seconded. "Your loss!"he huffed and averted his gaze to Jennings who rose majestically as if he is a king, his left hand holding his drawing and his other hand dipped in his pocket,slowly,he strutted towards the table in the middle,dropped the cardboard went out. "What is that?"Garrett was the first to ask as soon as Markrio picked it. It was a design of CONGRATULATIONS! painted ravishingly and was sight appealing. "Wow!"Garrett exclaimed enthralled by the colour."He did this for you?" Markrio huffed,his mouth clamped shut as he stared loathfully at it.This was What he was doing since taking decades to do instead of saying congratulations that won't take up to five seconds than minutes spent on this. Is it that difficult to speak?he thought in appal.He dropped it carelessly making it obvious to others he didn't appreciate it and went to his sanctum where he locks himself when weary or wants to be free from other's voice. "Jennings,"he called opening the door which was unlocked."you made that for me?" He simply nodded not taking a look at him as he stood by the window side watching the seraphic ornaments that decorated their compound particularly the flowers. "It's beautiful but I don't think I like it not to talk of keeping it."he blurted but got no response at least 'why?' Is that too much? "Should I throw it in the bin?"he snapped trying to arouse his ire.His minutes of drawing dumped In the trash? Jennings simply remained mute although hurt to hear that but he maintained a blank expression knowing fully he wanted him to utter some words which he is not ready to say,not even tomorrow or weeks to come. "Jennings!"he squawk in irate and wanting to punch that handsome face of his which girls were pleading to take pictures of during the contest. "Is it that hard to speak?is there a lump in there or a rope tying down your tongue?" "At least force loose your tongue to say something, I wonder if you don't fear bacteria growing all day there,what's difficult in speaking like a normal human being will do or you are scared of mouth odour?tell me you got one,we can simply get you drugs for that..."He hasn't completed his uncouth statement when Jennings snapped his head towards him in rage and the next thing,his hand was already holding Markrio's hand... sending deadly connections to his soul. "Auuuuugh!!!!!!"he let out a scream frightening everybody in the house and maids nearby scarpered away for safety.