Marcus inhaled deeply, his gaze sharp as he stretched out his hand and picked up his mask from the fingers of his aide.
“Thank you, Collins,” Marcus said, a slight frown on the corner of his lips. He turned the mask over and stared into the only opening present in the solid titanium structure – the eyes. The emblem of Smoke, a swirling symbol in the shape of an ‘S’ was the only other thing present in the mask that wasn't just solid black.
Marcus smiled, staring into the deep bottomless hole of his most important piece. He raised the mask and wore it. Locking in his outward personality and bringing in the harbinger of doom. His humanity went away, and darkness arrived.
Marcus went to sleep, and Smoke arose.
Under his mask, Smoke sneered, his eyes taking in the full view of his men s
