Sudden
20 years in the future.
The Soulstealer charged through the doorway and into the dining room.
One of his attendants ran to him. “This way, my Lord!” She pointed to the kitchen. Sounds of yelling and staccato gunfire reverberated from the room he had just exited.
“Out of my way!” roared the Soulstealer, pushing the hapless follower behind him. He dashed into the kitchen and straight to the cupboard’s secret exit. The attendant took her place next to three guards, who wore their pale gray masks portraying a face twisted in agony.
The attendant’s eyes widened as shots rang out from the doorway. Her head jerked back as a bullet hit her in the forehead. The intruders cut down his bodyguards a half-second later.
Bullets shredded the Soulstealer’s legs, and he caught hold of the countertop. He swiveled to steal the breath of life from his attackers when a sword sliced through his neck. The Soulstealer gurgled and collapsed against the kitchen cupboard, grasping at its wound.
One of the assailants, dressed in full metallic purple battle armor, stepped closer, until the low hum of his marred helmet faceplate hovered inches above the dying Soulstealer’s face, reflecting the glow of a violet “T” shaped lens in the Soulstealer’s eyes.
“By the Ordo Solis, your evil is purged once more, Bane,” a deep electronic voice rumbled from the helmet’s speaker.
A faint chuckle escaped the Soulstealer’s lips, peppering his attacker’s faceplate with flecks of blood.
“I rise further.”