The Extra Wants Control

A sigh escaped his lips as he remembered how he had to act, " the things I do... and why won\'t this damn stain come off?" He said rubbing his shirt with a wet cloth.

"I\'m just surprised you\'re not charging with your fists, young master," Sharon remarked.

Neveah raised an eyebrow. "Do I look like a muscle headed idiot to you?" he retorted telepathically but Sharon remained silent.

He pressed with annoyance in his voice. "Oi, answer me!"

Ignoring his demand, Sharon changed the topic. "Interesting gossip, wouldn\'t you say?"

Neveah scowled. "What are these idiots spouting? About a revolt? What kind of moron leaks their revolt plans to a loose lipped idiot?"

A thoughtful pause followed. "Perhaps... it\'s deliberate."

"Maybe you\'re right," Nev said, "Either they want the news to spread or this leak wasn\'t their doing. Maybe they\'re completely in the dark… or this is distraction from the real thing. Ugh, this is all too complicated. I should have just stuck with the brute force strategy."

"Young master... mindless violence doesn\'t qualify as strategy. A strategy requires some mental exertion." Said Sharon.

Neveah sighed again. "You know, for a maid, you are blunt with your words."

"I\'m just honest, young master." Sharon replied unapologetically.

Ignoring the blunt maid, Neveah continued.

" Regardless of this revolt business, my objective remains the same as when I entered this tournament." His form changing from a fat brown haired vampire to his form shifting back to his usual toned physique, his black hair and grey eyes as he walked out of the mansion.

"And that would be?" Sharon asked curiously.

A slow, smile spread across Neveah\'s face. "To cause absolute chaos," he declared.

He stomped his foot onto the lush green lawn. The ground cracked forming a huge circle. He rolled his sleeves up, squatted and his fingers dipped into the ground through the grass and soil. He then used gravity magic on the ground and the grass and soil floated revealing a huge rock below curved into a round boulder courtesy of Neveah\'s earlier stomp.

The rock the floated, it was hidden by darkness as it ascended to a great height above the mansion. " I love my affinities and spells. Thank you absolute silence spell" Thought Neveah.

Then by clamping his hands together he ignited the boulder with black flames that formed cracks on the boulder before blazing. Then gravity magic acted on it, imbuing it with crushing weight. Controlled by his telekinesis, the flaming boulder fell from the sky alarmingly fast to the mansion and it was suddenly visible.

"We are under attack!" a panicked yell pierced the air.

" Activate the barrier." Shouted. read-more-at-MvLeMpYr

" Shit... There\'s not enough time. Ruuunnnnn!" Yelled another.

Then they heard a deep mesmerizing voice that seemed to put them in a trance. " Silence... I hereby order everyone in the mansion to move until I say so."

The boulder came dropping fast, " not yet..."

Then someone shouted, " who the fuck are you!"

" Hmmm...seems there is a 9 star here. Well it doesn\'t matter he won\'t find me unless I let him." Neveah thought.

" Now." Neveah clapped his hands and everyone was out of the trance just in time to know their situation and react as fast as they can to get away.

The boulder then slammed into the center of the mansion with a loud boom noice, crushing through the roof and floors like paper but it stopped just inches before hitting the ground. The big mansion now had a hole in it thrice the size of the boulder with only the side walls of mansion stood tall.

The windows broke because of the pressure and the doors flung open some ripping out of their hinges, fire was spreading from the boulder. And...

" I\'m not done yet." Said Neveah to himself .

Then the flaming boulder pulsated once, twice, and then with a third and final pulse before it became eeriely quiet. "Almighty pu-" Neveah began, "Stop naming your moves," Sharon interrupted sigh.

It exploded.

A sudden shockwave of repelling force covered with black flames, ripped through the remaining structure, demolishing it utterly. Flaming debris rained down as flaming pebbles from the boulder shot in all directions.

Turning to his three shadow soldiers, Neveah issued a command," Collect any remaining body parts. Leave no trace."

On the mansion site, the groans of the wounded who survived and were regenerating and the cries of the bereaved. Rage of some swearing vengeance.

" You cowardly bastard, I\'ll find out who you are and I\'ll kill you." Shouted the man Neveah suspected to be a 9 star cause he wasn\'t affected by his charmed voice. He was also the loose lipped idiot who was about to have some fun with a beautiful lady before Neveah happened and the lady died.

"So much to do... yet so little time. There\'s the big continent and only 3 months... Sigh~"Neveah said unbothered by the angry man\'s threats.

He put his black mask back on. With a final glance at the smoldering ruins, he started walking away, as his souldiers carried out his command.

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Elsewhere....

A miles away in a lavishly furnished office. Mordred face contorted in rage as he slammed his fist on his mahogany desk.

"The ballroom party was attacked and destroyed?" he yelled, "Attacker unknown?"

"Yes, sir," a servant said, his head bowed. "An enormous flaming object… it obliterated the building. Only clue is a voice that momentarily affected everyone only one 9 star was quick to get out of the trance."

Mordred growled in frustration. "This is the second attack today! First one was that random street, now a gathering of high-ranking nobles! Why now, when the tournament nears its end? And why does this chaos only plague my territory?"

"Are enemy forces making a move?"

"We\'re… unsure, sir," said the servant in a green suit. "But… I\'ve brought a survivor from the previous attack… the street one."

The door creaked open, and a figure was shoved unceremoniously into the office with a kick that made him fall face first. It was the same man Neveah had interrogated. After escaping Neveah he was captured by these green suit men.

"Talk," Mordred commanded, his voice icy.