Extra's Descent

48  Beyond it All [1]

*Puff*

"So? Have you finished covering up your tracks?"

—Everything is all settled, Sir Francis.

"Good."

Francis took a quick glance at Amy who was battered and bruised. She was once again unconsciously lying on the ground.

He then continued.

"This girl… All she had told me was information I already knew. The man with the mask, but…"

Francis clenched his teeth.

"...It doesn't explain why she would follow Felix in that alleyway…"

—What are you trying to say, Sir Francis?

"There was definitely someone else there, the person she was actually following."

—So you think there was a fourth person in the crime scene?

"Only to my speculation, but most likely."

—Do you think that person will come?

Francis knitted his brow skeptically.

"Huh? How could that happen? No one else knows our connection to this hotel besides the staff here."

—Ah, yes. That's right.

The staff for the hotel that Francis hired were aspiring Wraith cultists. Though, at the moment, they've yet to prove their capabilities to Francis.

It had been 30 minutes since Francis had interrogated Amy. And the whole time, all she did was pathetically cry in front of him.

This peeved Francis so.

But regardless, he had to put up with it.

All he had to do was inflict as much fear on Amy, to the point where she would want to end it herself.

But…

He turned to glance at her once again.

'Her will is quite admirable.'

Despite the gruesome torture that erupted, Amy wouldn't change her statement.

'It's always the man with the mask. As if that kind of information wasn't all over the internet.'

Francis then snapped out of his thoughts and replied to his nephew, Darwin.

"Anyway, come here now."

—I don't think that would be possible.

"...!"

Francis was alerted.

The voice that spoke wasn't Darwin's.

It was another man.

Who?

"Who are you? What did you do to Dar–"

Click—

Before he could continue, the call was abruptly cut off.

Smack—!

"Fuck."

Francis lashed out and threw his phone on the ground.

Wraith's were usually quite stoic. But being in a pact with Francis' body for over 18–years had significantly changed the Wraith's personality.

Francis' personality was blending with his own.

Which is why he needed to summon his real body as soon as possible.

But…

"That time will come after I summon the master."

In other words, the Wraith that he served.

There were different classes of Wraiths. A Neo, and a Lesser. Though, they were still classified as Wraiths,

While the one that stood above them would be the one they gave their subservience to.

A full fledged Wraith.

Though Neos and Lessers were still classified as Wraiths, the gap between them and their master was incomparable.

And though the Wraith that took over Francis seemed to be the leader, he was actually a Lesser.

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Yet he was deemed to be the leader as he was the first to make a pact within his clan, and turned a human into a Wraithbound.

His sole duty as the leader was to summon all of his clansmen.

And at the end of it all, their master.

"Huuu…"

He breathed out a heavy sigh.

It seemed like Darwin was compromised for some reason.

"Fuck…"

Whoever the other man was, Francis didn't care.

After all, it was just Darwin.

Darwin would be Francis' nephew. But Francis was long gone, replaced by a Wraith.

It was then when Francis noticed a small detail.

He turned to look towards the door.

"Huh?"

He had realized something.

It was quiet.

Too quiet.

"Weren't there supposed to be guests?"

Francis abruptly got up and motioned towards the door.

Creak…

After opening the door, he peeked outside, only to realize that there was no one around.

Rumble… Rumble…!

"...!"

He could hear the ground beneath him rumble.

"What?"

He was in the room the whole time, yet he had never heard the sound until he went outside.

Thus, he decided to confirm if that was actually the case.

He then went back inside the room as he shut the door.

"Huh…?"

It was awfully quiet.

Once again he did the same thing. Going outside and back inside.

Again.

And again…

And again…

"This doesn't make any sense…"

It was the same result.

If he stood out in the hallway, he could definitely hear rumbling. But if he was in the room, it would be eerily quiet.

"Wait…"

He realized…

At that, he thoroughly thrashed the room, looking for a specific device. Books were now strewn on the floor. Bang—!

Bookshelves tumbled down. Documents scattered, fluttering in the air.

"Fuck, where is it?"

He continued to thoroughly scan every inch and every corner of the room.

Until…

He finally found it.

He held the device in his hand. A white circular device with magic circles etched on to it.

It was a Sound Barrier Device.

Cr...Crack…!

He gripped it tightly until it broke down into pieces.

At that moment, Francis started to panic.

Who could have placed it here?

There was no one else that had access to the room.

Besides…

"Darwin…"

But…

"There's no way he would betray me…"

However…

It was possible.

Darwin wasn't a Wraithbound yet.

"But why?"

"Didn't he want to become a Wraithbound?"

"Fuck…"

Francis disheveled his hair, ruffling it as hard as he could.

"Wait…"

Could it be?

"...The man."

Through his speculations, it seemed likely that Darwin was working for the man who took the call for him.

"Haa…"

Things weren't going well for him as he had hoped.

He had yet to successfully turn a human into a Wraithbound. Felix was the only exception, and yet he died.

Despite the aspiring cultists he had gathered, none of them seemed to be compatible to become a Wraithbound.

He turned to glance at Amy, still unconscious.

She was the only one that was compatible at the moment.

"Fuck, is that girl still sleeping for."

At that, Francis made his way to the sleeping Amy.

Thwack—!

He struck his feet on her face.

Yet she didn't wake up.

Thwack– Thwack— Thwack—!

"Fucking wake up!"

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'Just hold it in Amy, he'll stop sooner or later.'

Thwack– Thwack— Thwack—!

Despite all the kicking she suffered, Amy persisted, secretly clenching her teeth to somehow mitigate the pain.

Yet she knew how futile of an attempt it was.

'It hurts…'

Her entire body ached from the severe beating, and she could feel her lungs filled with the heat of the smoke.

Thwack— Thwack—!

She held back her tears. If she would give Francis the idea that she was awake, then only time would tell what would happen to her.

'Please… Someone… Save me…'

The moment Francis destroyed the device, she had also heard the rumbling coming from below.

She realized…

Someone was coming.

After all the despair, she could finally be hopeful.

Thwack— Thwack—!

All she had to do was endure the pain.

To persevere.

To persevere.

To wait until whoever her savior was to arrive. Nôv(el)B\\jnn

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