He Who Must Be Obeyed.

Feared by the underworlds, Honored by the heavens itself, Respected by many realms, but Time passed and he got tired of his duties, decided to take a vacation outside of his comfort zone, but was rather met with unparalleled threat from powerful forces that not only threatened him but also threatened the very foundation of existence. The beat of a beautiful rhythmic melody sync through the colourful sky.. down to a crafty busy bridge.. And as we slowly locked down on a black commercial car, moving fast alongside the busy track. A radioactive male voice began to echo, which seems to come from the moving cab itself. “ What you‘re becoming and what you‘re about to become is not a secret to him because we’re all following a blue print schemed by his handwriting, and the more we Dept into it, the Dipper we grow through the pathway.” There was a man behind the wheel and he seems to be in his late 30s, more like a cab driver which he’s. Twitching the volume of his cab radio in other to silence it. “Welcome to the state, Man..” chuckled to himself. “Where life, is as beautiful as the sunset.” Cabby revealed a radiant smile and glanced through the interior MIRROR.. “Where would you like me to take you, sir?” The strange Passenger behind, remains unknown, and there comes no response. A brief moment of silence eluded but suddenly the passenger behind spoke and his words were calm and humble. “ Take me to the house of the ANDERSON‘S?” Cabby paused for a second or so before laughing it off jokingly. “You‘re not from around here! Are you? That firm has been auction, about three years ago. It currently belongs to a group, called MARCREL.” The strange Passenger remained calm, and unburdened by the turns of event, then-- “Do you’ve an idea of how, I could reached the previous owner of the house?” “Well, according to rumors from a friend of mine in the MARCREL industry! They should have relocated to crescent hills.” the cabby took a quick glance at the side exterior mirror, and navigate a quick u-turn space. “Crescent hills! Do you know your way around it?” Cabby Chuckled.. “ Just like knowing my right from left. “Take me there?” Cabby , pressed his foot on the accelerator, speeding off, much faster. After a long drive, suddenly the cab screeched to a halt alongside a Sandy road side. “Here we are, sir?” “Here, take these..” a hand behind passed across a handful of cash, which was quickly retrieved by the cabby. With a quick glance he puts to study the handful of cash with a wide watery eyes derived far from joy. “Sir.. this is above our initial agreement?” “You have done a great job, you may keep it, that’s for the service rendered.” The strange Passenger threw the backdoor open and alighted in one swift motion. The Cab hesitated for a moment before zooming off, sending dusty waves into the air. The Passenger, who goes by the name CREG, with an average hight, in his early 30s, clothed in a simple plain shirt, stood, overlooking an eye catching penetrative massive black gate, and behind the black gate, stands a large duplex of old quality. GATEMAN who was likely to be in his early (40s) appeard out of the blue, from behind his boss quarter, and caught the sight of Creg. “Yes... What can I do for you?” Creg walked up to the gate front. “Is this the house of the ANDERSON’S? Gatekeeper Glares surreptitiously at Creg, sizing him up for some reason best know to him. “Yes you‘re in the right place, mainly for the time been. Zipping up his unzipped flaps, mainly because he previously made used of the space. “Hope you‘re not from the bank also? Because if you‘re, I’m sorry you’ve come at the wrong time, no one is around. “The bank...” Creg couldn’t help but repeat the words derived by the curiosity of his mind. “Oh you‘re not from the bank?” realizing Creg was not from the bank either, he left out a relieved sigh. “Yes I’m not.” Creg unperturbed, keeped his calmness. “And i could tell, you‘re not from around either?” Creg nodded positively. “So why are you here?” now panned his eyes on Creg, unblinking. “Like I said earlier, I’m here to see the Anderson‘s.” Suddenly Creg realized something. “Sorry, you said something earlier, about the bank showing faces! Why would the bank be here?” The gatekeeper sigh softly with great worry. “Because this house has been use for a loan collateral, which is a week overdue.” “Oh.. that was it. You said no one is around. But tell me! where can I find the ANDERSON’S?” Creg asked without shifting his locks away from the being of the gatekeeper “They’ve all left for the Auctioning, which is very very much important to the family. And there you’ll find them.” “And where’s that situated?” Creg asked because he knew not of the Auctioning forth. The gatekeeper stepping into his mini quarter room-- minutes later he stepped out of the quarter, as he feebled with a mini card, handing it across to Creg. Creg on on the other end was on a phone call conversation, he lazily hanged up the ungoing phone conversation and reached his hand for the card. “Thank you, MALO.” Just then, the previous cabby from earlier skidded across, stopping before Creg. Creg found his way in, through the backdoor, shutting the door closed. ..The Cab ZOOMED off, sending dusty waves behind it's wake. “You‘re welcome, Mr..” The gatekeeper said without showing emotions, When suddenly his heart shifted out of fright, and his eyes was filled with panic. “He called me by, by, by my name. (More frighten) Only my late grandfather calls me by that name, when I was just a boy. How how did he know? Hastily and frantically, he unlocked the mini gate, and rushed out of the gate, stopping at the centre of the air polluted roadline with a wide eyes staring far at the disappearing Cab.