Chapter 22 - Playing With Fire

A portal appeared from nowhere, and a young man stepped out from it. Behind his silhouette long black, wooden shelves and bleak paint could be seen.

With austere expressions worn on face, as his right foot landed onto the ground, the burning hot magma below his step starting to gather around his silhouette.

The fire of Hell from the cracks of the ground started to catch his body but instead of burning his body to ashes, the lava coiled up his leg, curling around his body like a snake and the places from where it started, his clothes began to change.

As the fire paced upwards towards his face, the man's grey suit began to titter and soon he gets adorned into a black jeans and had glaring silver chain around his waist.

The lava crawled up and his burnt suit gets swept away like ashes in air, baring his well crafted abs and whole upper body. The fiery snake crawled upto his neck, burning the skin and carved a black dragon on his right shoulder.

The dragon roared on his shoulder with it's face resting at the right side of his broad chest, it's tail spread throughout the man's right hand, ending on his index finger.

The man is left with a bright silver shoulder plate on his left side, the lava coiled around his body like he owned the element. The fire vanished forming a black cape which covered only his left shoulder, as the flames danced on the ends and finally died down.

His expressions did not change ever since the transformation began rather a seriousness graced his face, and could be seen in his tyrannical eyes which turned to green and other to champagne.

His blonde hair grew longer cascading to shoulder length, and soon he was transformed into his original appearance, as the King of Spirit Realm.

The man clenches his fist and the portal closes it's wide circular mouth.

"These mere servants can't even keep an eye on things."

Gritting his teeth, the man averts his head and to his right a massively out stretched garden laid which lead towards the Spirit realm. A poisoned silence floated through the air, as the black smoke was spread throughout the sky.

"I should commence to gather the information on my side first before talking to Hades."

The man heaved a sigh as he glanced towards his left, where the sky was burning with red heavy smoke, stretched far to valleys.

The man was standing on the gateway between two realms, where the mutual portal opened.

The visual on both sides was contrary to narrate, one was his kingdom, the Spirit realm. And the other was the territory of Hades, the Hell.

To his expectations a few people arrived in form of a small army on black horses with a silver carriage, the four wheels of the carriage were decorated with spikes. The top of the carriage was reinforced with heavy built Armor and the sides were just covered with skulls.

Sure a resemblance was manifested as sinful spirits were supposed to pass through this kingdom where they are imprisoned and carried to Hades to be punished.

A messenger jumped from the silver saddle of his black horse and immediately knelt on his knees, as his other men follwed.

"My Lord!"

A dangerous black aura started to form around the man's silhouette as he levelled the men with a deadly scowl.

None of the men dared to utter anything and a poisoned silence hovered, which forced the men to show obedience towards their King, out of fear to be turned into ashes.

"Sinclair! Oh brother,you finally visited at last."

Another man jumped out of the carriage with cheerful expressions.

It was only his voice that resonated throughout the valley, and he was the only man who had the temerity to call the 'Ghost King' by his name.

Having the same blonde hair rather a little shorter, the man dashed forward with his arms open towards Sinclair, for a warm welcoming embrace.

"Joseph! How are you, boy?"

Sinclair's curt expressions softened at the very moment, as he hugged the man willingly. Which happened to be his younger brother.

"I really missed you a lot, seems sister-in-law is keeping you busy that you forgot about your only brother."

Joseph gently poked his elbow into Sinclair's tummy, while narrowing his eyes with a naughty gaze.

Sinclair giggled a little upon his false blabbering and assumption as only he knew that Syna was still unaware of everything.

He caresses Joseph's hair and made them a mess.

"No one can stop me to visit my brother, okay."

"And can you ever get serious in your life? I left the reigns in your hand just for five days and prisoners dared to escape under your nose!"

No matter how much he loved his brother, his duty towards the Supreme Deity always came first. And now he needed to catch those runaway spirits as soon as possible before they could do any harm, or leave the spirit realm.

His expressions returned to austere ones again as Sinclair pulled Joseph's ear hard, to punish the spoiled brat. In their brotherhood they actually neglected the existence of men which were still in kneeling position.

"They actually dared to escape from my clutches, I will show you guys that it's dangerous to play with fire, that it could reduce your bones down to nothing."

Sinclair muttered under his breath, with a determined smirk and red flicker in his differently coloured eyes.