Rise of the White Devil

The Night Stalkers building was 4 stories tall and quite wide as well. The members currently inside were all working diligently with paperwork, multiple receptions set out front for clients willing to hire their services.

It was evident that the Night Stalkers, despite their questionable name, were quite popular, judging by the long lines outside waiting to enter the building.

Yet, for some reason, the Night Stalkers would only be accepting requests later today, making everyone wait in line to be the first.

What most outside didn't know was that inside this guild, every single person who worked there was part of the Voidwalkers.

Everyone there was of lower ranks than the sovereigns.

"Why do you think they are opening later today?" one possible future client said to another waiting in line.

"Don't know, something must have happened, I presume," the man answered, confused as well, before another chimed in.

"Perhaps some extremely important client is visiting? It would make sense since they don't want anyone to offend the client," he said, and nearby people agreed with his words.

"You know the rumors that the owner of this place is actually one of the members of the Council of Nightfall," another said, causing some to nod while others looked at him in disbelief.

"That can't be true..."

"Yeah, no way. It is just a rumor, after all, right?"

He said, but most here didn't agree in the slightest.

"Rumors don't appear out of thin air."

"Especially this one."

Everyone loved gossiping in the underworld, no matter what. Hearing rumors and spreading them was one of the most fun things for daily visitors.

Though some might get twisted and change in the end, they appeared out of somewhere, especially in the underworld.

Having a rumor that someone is part of the Council of Nightfall meant that person's head would be rolling in seconds.

Yet, no one here had ever seen or heard anything about the owner of the Night Stalkers. Who he is, but if the mercenary guild is still standing, that must mean the owner is as well...

They loved creating theories about everything.

"If it really is true, that would explain why this is perhaps one of the best mercenary guilds ever..."

Most nodded their heads in agreement; the discussion had attracted a lot of curious people, making them all listen and talk while waiting for the guild to open.

"Hey..."

Suddenly, the man who brought up in the first place that the owner was a member of the Council of Nightfall spoke up again, looking hesitantly at everyone who gazed at him.

"If the owner is a member of the Council... then what reason would he have to be scared to offend whomever the client is that is visiting?" he said, as most already assumed that it must be someone important visiting for it being closed.

Many started to ponder at his finding it true.

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It was obvious that the people who ruled the underworld possessed unimaginable strength, after all.

"If he really is a member of the council..."

"Then who the hell is visiting that forced even someone like a member of the council to be cautious?"

"Another member of the council," someone said, making everyone look wide-eyed.

They wanted to rebuke him, but could they?

What he said actually made sense for most, since who else could make a council member close his entire building for a visit of someone except for another member of the Council of Nightfall being the visitor?

"No way, right..."

"Two council members in the same place?"

It was known for most regulars that only one member of the council always ruled their part.

As they started to create even more absurd theories to help themselves from being bored, they suddenly heard a commotion as people shouted, getting closer and closer.

"Get back here!"

"You think you can just cut the line?"

"I'll slit this fucker's throat!" Your next read is at empire

"Break his legs first!"

People that were waiting far back at the line kept shouting as everyone suddenly looked towards whom they were shouting.

What they saw was a man clad in black walking towards the entrance of the building, ignoring everyone shouting at him and ready to attack him.

Killing one person wasn't a bloodbath after all, especially if everyone would agree.

The mysterious person walked confidently and without any hesitation.

He wore sleek black pants tucked into well-worn boots, topped with a soft black coat with a matte surface.

The person's face was concealed by a mask made of dark metal, etched with intricate, ominous engravings.

The mask covered his entire face except for his eyes and hair, which glowed a vivid crimson from behind the mask's narrow slits.

Two horns protruded from the mask, adding to his fearsome appearance.

Most who tried to look at his face for longer than 3 seconds started to feel lightheaded and couldn't keep concentrating.

It felt like the person's face kept disorienting them the longer one looked.

The people who were at the front of the lines, previously discussing the Council, stepped in front of the man's path, not wanting to let him go further.

They had been waiting for hours, after all; there was no way they would allow someone to skip ahead.

"Just who the hell does that man think he is?"

"Get back to your line before I break every bone in your body," one of the men said in front of him, as the man in black stopped moving, gazing at them with his red eyes glowing, making them feel even more uncomfortable.

Seeing the man not move, a few of them released their mana or aura to intimidate him, as some had a sadistic grin on their faces, wanting to punish the man.

Almost everyone here was at the master stage and awakened; they were more than enough to teach the man a lesson, or at least that is what one would have thought.

"Move."

The simple word that left through the mask made almost everyone present's hair on their necks stand up.

The voice was like a low growl, and it didn't sound human.

They could hear the frustration and anger in the voice.

Not wanting to give in, everyone present released their mana or aura, ready to take the man down.

If one on the surface would see this, they would have thought an attack on the capital was about to happen, intending to destroy everything.

Suddenly, before anyone could move, they felt a tremendous pressure bearing down on them, making almost everyone fall on the hard concrete with their faces or knees.

Only a few of the master stages were left standing, yet their legs were trembling violently, with cold sweat on everyone's face.

Each one of their faces was filled with horror as they looked in fear at the man in black who released the pressure.

They couldn't see him releasing his mana or aura in the slightest, yet they were all already to the point of being defeated without the man lifting a finger.

The crimson eyes glowed even brighter, and with the intimidating presence and appearance of them, they all started to tremble out of pure fear.

"Move"