A Glitch in the Mystical Order

Twilight of the Old

To become an x pack predator is not to be the hunter nor the pry but make them both do your biding, do not make a mistake and think of it as something lame, this kind of ability is magical, it can only be achieved through money, power, and beauty because even charisma is just a combination between two of the those three, that is what modern times gave birth to this kind of x pack predator,

However in the true times , societies or like what scholars rather prefer to call it  traditional societies, to be an x pack predator mean to defeat all who endanger your survivability, bloodline, and territory, all this three basic point  must be preserved all the time to become king of the jungle of a society in that time.

But the cockroach like being who get chased through endless see of sands and burning typhoons, that ends up later in the clutches of the true devil like being who makes him become a true terror and got because of him eternal youth and mortality through blood and gores seem way more selective through circumstances not through nature.

A bunch of creditors who hold a lot of debts from him are dragging his body that they tie it with a  rope in the back of one of their horses, and dragging him in the burning sands as a way to release their frustration because his got no family member to inherit his debts.

So they just want revenge even with him dead, although he is dead alright, but not the way they thing, his not the same old self, his emotions are dead but his cold calculative self get magnified, his memories become just a movie to watch, it never feels like he living it and own it, becoming less tasteful and sheep.

Feeling the sun on him again is like getting touched by mud in his precious choose, annoyed but nothing else like the folklore, only the sound of hearts  kept beating and the sound of blood kept surging like waves after waves through vines is really what makes him excited, and the more he get excited the stronger the blood of those men and animals surge, the horses nigh because of panic for feeling extreme danger, while those unfortunate souls try to calm them down to not avail.

It didn’t last  a few second until they felt they blood like it trying to breakthrough their skin and run away, which it did infrond of the terrified eyes of them and headed through the dead scum who eyes suddenly opens, and what followed that is they bodies breaking apart and merge with their blood coming toward who he shall be named the first vampire Hassan Assabah, the leader of Al-hachachin that will be better known later as the league of assassins or ZOMRAT ADHILAL, creature that will fill the word of its legends as the number one stone cold slaughterers.

He can’t help his bloodthirsty desire from burst apart, enjoying this appetizer that was filled with the sentiment of hope depravity of surviving this sudden unnatural crisis  is a kind of intoxicating feeling that never been experience before in his miserable death.

He could’ve become not only  the champion of the Nizari Ismaili cause, he survived many adversaries including the Seljuq and Khwarezmian empires conspiracies and assasins, a lot of witch he received fatal injuries that will end his life  if its not for his will that refuse death  and turn misfortune to fortune encounters by design it as a resurrection from the dark abyss called death as a propaganda that will further consolidate his influence and power into his followers to transform them into fanatics that brought feer to his enemies and aw to his potential sympathizers.

 His supposedly  died in 1124, after an illness. He chose Buzurgumid, Dā‘ī of Lamasar, as his heir, instructing him to take care of the state until "such time as the Imam came to take possession of his kingdom." He also appointed three deputies, o ne responsible for propaganda, one for the militia and one as Buzurgumid's right-hand lieutenant.

But he didn’t die, he just fake it, because of the fact that he get old and can’t take care of ever growing enemies from inside and outside of his circle, so this his way of retiring, to roam the world and live whatever he like, and with his skills in camouflage and disguise, no one can recognize him, not in the slightest, but old habits never die after all, his way of life as a manipulator and the joy of playing with humans liken a cat playing with its pray until his death is just a part of his self, and that what leads him to this kind of humiliation before meeting the devil, yes he is the devil yet more, that resurrect him and gave him supernatural power that reshape him into more  that just the old man in the mountain like marco polo description, he will become no he is now more, a mere almout castle not enough anymore, because empires will trample under my fangs.

But first think first, let get out of here, in this seamlessly endless sands and heat, although its cant heart but still annoying, and like that he become a dark smock that shot into the horizon strait up to the death castle or like he call it “kasr almaout” .

Between the Cairo and Persia when his residence is more than thousand miles where rivers and mountains form a natural hindrance to travel, beside bandits and check points which is a real pain if you encounter some hooligan guards the way.

However he still got some brain in his brain, you even say that he got way more brain than normal human or even the past him how manipulate even sultans and princes and ministers to do his bidding, even if this sweet lovey-dovey blood-thirsty can undermines his intelligence like before, but his will is stronger and solid, too solid that can allow him doing some tricks like before.

A ball of smock kept shooting in the sky like a some arrow unleashed its might toward its greatest enemy, along the way however, he kept feeding on some poor villagers and some bandits that no one will miss.

However to his surprise, his will can work like some kind of telekessis, he can mouve things, living or not, as his heart desire, not that but the people he feed, and boy, he feed  not only in blood but meet and bones, when he feed though, messy memories of his sheep victims kept flashing from time to time.

He forget some of the teaching of that being like devil because of circumstances, but now after practicing this power and taste the addicting feeling of greatness, he become to release that what he met might be the IMAM that he always scamming his followers to believe and fight to the death for his sake, that fictionate character that he use to create his most beloved fida-ee-y-een death solders that will walk through hell and fire for his sake because he is the spokesman of IMAM. 

After he comes to a remote castle in hill that part of it is surrounded with the sea and the other side surrounded with mountains and spiky rocks, shouts of warriors kept echoing in the training field, trainers kept guiding rookies the proper way of fight, while kids are fighting each other  tiressly for the IMAM, their blood are still vigorously pumping through their veins. 

As he observe all of this, a feeling of pride and a sense of accomplishment cold not help but overwhelm him, he did all of that when he is a mortal, and consolidate this power through belief while surround by enemies and betrayers, and now, after he become a power that can rival armies, he will show them his rath and ruthlessness, but first lets examine those youngling true color.

He sneaked between them in less than a blink of an eye, slithered like a snake under their watchful eyes, biting this and that, while rudely crushing some hearts, until all who was in the training field lying in the ground with no exception in a few minutes max.

Then he just stay there waiting for whom he put in the thrown   to come in the light, while memories for who he bite kept flashing in his brain nonstop, he discover a few rats, part of them are still children that were taken by a rat operator,”interesting, they don’t want to destroy his organization but to swallow it all,  while making the actual leaders their scapegoats to blame and a way to hide their atrocities”. A smirk could not help but escape in his face than disappear from his place like a ghost.

Whoosh… Whoosh…. Whoosh…. Whoosh

A bunch of arrows and daggers, and spears accurately hit the place that he standing on before disappearing, after that, people with black hooded clothes start to chow from deferent location with crossbows and swords, arrows and spears surrounding an empty space with great vigilant.

While their target is hovering up in the sky, staring at them with great interest, until a seemingly a middle aged man comes to them with great momentum then commanding them to search those intruders, however a great fear swept them all, while darkness overwhelm them all, black smoke drawn them hole, they swing they weapons here and there to no avail.

While the smoke penetrate their bodies and fill their very being with corruption, they first scream then beg for mercy, thinking doomsday has arrived, but no, that’s Me who will show you all greatness.