"Where are we going, father?", Twitch asked.
"To prove your worth.", replied Wire. Twitch followed as his father left the dark realm and entered the world. They travelled across Brek'Tyr and stopped at a small cabin.
"My son,", said Wire. "Now comes the time where you must prove yourself. Within this house are four humans. Do with them what you will, but do it in the name of Merkava, and do it in the name of sorrow" Twitch smiled and entered the house, his dark light casting quivering shadows on the walls. He floated above the humans, darting between rooms, yearning for the kill. Outside, Wire waited in silence. Behind him, he heard a voice call his name. He turned, and standing there was an image of a beautiful woman. Wire looked in awe, and realized who it was.
"I've seen you before.", he said. "You were in my chamber." The image smiled.
"Yes, Wire. And I delivered your son to you. But I am concerned about your son. He has been awaiting training for years, and my time is nearing. Audrina's forces are still protected, and I grow tired of being in exile while you wait for your son to learn. And I know that when he does become skilled, it will still hold no joy for you." Wire looked at the apparition with question.
"Wire,", she continued. "I understand your hatred, but tell me, does Despoth share it? Does he understand the desire you have to destroy? No. He concerns himself with his own power, yet beings walk among the earth unharmed because of his lack of will." Wire thought carefully. She was right. Wire had grown weary of Despoth's pitiful attempt to conquer Brek'Tyr. The ghostly image smiled in understanding."
"Wire, when my time comes, I will be free, and if you join me, join the forces of Ubel, and you will know what true power is. We will return the Ancients to power and you will know the exhilaration of destroying a life rather than simply killing it. An animal can kill, Wire. I don't need an animal. . .I need a beast." Wire thought of his son and smiled.
"You will have it, my dark princess, I swear to you."
"I hope so, commander. I sincerely do." With that, the sky went dark, and the image vanished. Wire had held his reaction back from the apparition. The Ancients! She wanted to bring his slavers back to power? He was free, and could not be touched by them here, and Ubel wanted to restore them! He knew he would revert back to his old ways, taking orders, being a slave to power hungry beings. Wire was not a slave any longer, and he would have no part of it! But her powers may still prove to serve him. Wire thought deeply. He would bide his time, and let her believe what she will. Wire turned as Twitch exited the house.
"Father, it is done.", said Twitch. Wire listened and sniffed the air. The smell of death was there, but faint. He looked at his son, and for the first time, Wire had his doubts. "Come, son. The day arrives, and we must return."
The next day, Wire went to to the world to see what his son had done. The conversation he had had the night before was ringing in his ears. He wasn't sure who the image was, but he did know that it offered him power and opportunity that Despoth never had. However, if his female spectre thought he would serve her, she was sorely mistaken.
In the town where the house stood, little had changed. Wire walked through the square, unnoticed by the people. At last, he heard the pleasing sound of weeping in one of the shops. He entered and saw two women crying and comforting one another. "The poor thing.", one woman cried. "So young." Her companion began crying as well, and Wire left disturbed. He thought to himself of the waste Twitch had become. He had strived to raise a being of pure malevolence, and all he had created was a petty killer. Killing a family was not what he had been hoping for, and he planned to make Twitch pay for his failure. As he walked out of the city gates, he heard the sound of screams. Turning, he hurried back to the city. A crowd had gathered in the square and a great commotion was about. He turned to one of the spectators. "Sir, what is going on?"
"They found her guilty, Sir.", the man replied.
"Who?", Wire asked.
"Why, the girl. Young Miss Falcher."
"Forgive me.", said Wire. "But I am new and have not heard of the girl."
The man blinked in surprise. "I am shocked, news of this has travelled far. Young Miss Falcher was found last night with the body of her newborn brother in her arms." His voice lowered almost to a whisper. "She was eating him. The parents discovered her in a stupor late last night, and the constable arrested the girl. They had a trial this morning due to the severity of the crime, and they just came down with the virdict. . .death." The crowd parted as a young girl of ten was dragged through the square screaming. Her parents followed close behind in tears. As they reached the stand in the center of the square, a hush fell over the crowd. A fat man stepped up to address the crowd.
"The judge of Crimea has spoken, Anna Falcher has been found guilty of the most gruesome murder of the young William Falcher, and has been sentenced to die. The state has proven that she was sacrificing the child to demonic forces, and as such shall be burned at the stake as a witch!"
The crowd cheered as the child's mother burst into tears. Wire forced back a smile. Twitch had most assuredly proven himself last night. He had killed a life, and destroyed three others within a matter of seconds. Wire left the crowd and exited the city, his face beaming with pride.
Back in his chamber, Wire was laughing as Twitch walked in. "Fine, worthy Twitch!", he beamed. "You have proven your worth, and surpassed all my expectations. As we speak, an innocent child's parents are smelling the stench of her burning flesh. Well done!"
Twitch smiled. "Father, if it pleases you, I would like to begin my training tonight."
"Most assuredly!", replied Wire. "I recommend dispatching your education at the earliest opportunity." Twitch was enthralled as Wire stepped down to greet him.
"My son. Together, we will destroy the world, and every good thing in it."; He stood and headed out of the room, his arm around his son. Twitch grinned at his father.
"For Merkava!", he laughed. Wire stopped and held his son's arm.
"No son, not anymore.", he said. "Merkava does not give us what we need. But I know what will. A new power is growing in Brek'Tyr, and we are welcome in it's dark arms." Twitch looked puzzled.
"What is it?", he asked. Wire smiled down at him.
"Us, my son.", he replied. "And we will bring the very demons of the world back into control, and eradicate all things good and pure. And at my side, you will become great." Wire told his son of his plan, of Ubel, the spirit that had contacted him, and his desire and ability to rule over Brek'Tyr. Twitch beamed an evil smile up at his father, and the Orok laughed. He would use his newfound benefactor to his advantage, and once she outlived her usefulness, he would abandon her.
"Come, my son.", he said. "We must begin."