Sodom for the first time in a long time looked amused. Pulling out a phone from his pocket he called both Stick and Yumo, his two best men.
"Stick, Yumo. I need you to do something for me. Follow that boy we met earlier, Nero. I don't trust that he can carry out our plan."
"Sure thing boss," they both replied.
Sodom sat back in his chair, taking a cigarette he lit it up. Someone knocked at his door.
"Really, right now". he muttered under his breath.
He walked to the door, looking through the peephole he saw a deeply unpleasant sight.
"I can't believe you dared come here." He said annoyed. "I can't use my power right now, fuck and I just sent out Stick and Yumo."
Sodom decided that the best course of action was to call in a favour. He sent a message to his most powerful ally, The Phantom of Froja
"I know you're in here Sodom," the man shouted from outside the door. "I just wanna talk about your insubordinance, brat".
Hurry up man. Thought Sodom
Sodom slowly opened the door. Letting out a sigh he welcomed the man into his home. He didn't know his name, but he knew who sent him, the Syndicate.
"You haven't been reporting your profits or giving us our cut. You better have a good excuse man or there will be consequences." The man said.
"Must have forgot, I'm sorry" Sodom said but even a child would have known he was lying.
"Poor excuse man, Chairman isn't going to accept that. You signed your own death warrant".
The man got up removing his jacket. His body was ripped from years of training. A scar ran from his elbow to the tip of his middle finger. A mirage started to appear behind him, Sodom started to sweat seeing the terror behind the man.
Heat rippled behind him, the air bending like it was about to catch fire. A towering mirage took shape. A broad-shouldered, kingly, formed of stormlight and flame. Its eyes flashed white as distant thunder rolled without a cloud in the sky. A double-headed axe hung at its side, heavy with judgment, and for just a second it stood perfectly aligned with the man's stance. The Lightning god, Shango
Shit, Where's the Phantom. Sodom thought.
"Before you die you should at least know the name of your killer." The man said. "My name is Rectos. Now meet your fate"
He dashed towards Sodom his body encased in lightning. Sodom tried to dodge the blow by jumping back through the corridor. However, Rectos caught him before he could move away. The punch landed straight in his chest sending him flying through the door. He landed on his back, spluttering and coughing on the ground. If he was a normal human, he would have died on impact but those who are touched have a much higher durability than regular people.
Sodom rolled over to get up quickly in an attempt to fight back. However, it was hopeless without his ability. Rectos ran towards him with pure excitement in his eyes. He threw a punch aimed at Sodom's face. Sodom raised his arms blocking the first hit. Rectos aimed a swift kick to Sodom's side. Sodom tried to block again but Rectos was too fast. Sodom crumpled to his knees on the impact.
Tell me, where is the Phantom. Thought Sodom
"If you beg for your life, I might spare you." Mused Rectos "You could be my pet, my personal lap dog. Bark for me Sodom, Bark for me."
Before Rectos could throw another punch, a knife was at his neck.
A hooded figure with a fox mask appeared behind him. Rectos immediately sensed something was off. He turned around looking at the mysterious figure. He recognised exactly who it was.
"You're the Phan….," he started.
"Turn around and you die." Interrupted the mysterious figure somehow appearing behind him. "I'll slit your throat if you make any sudden movements."
"Why are you.." Rectos started but the mysterious figure pressed his knife against his neck drawing blood."
"You breathe because I allow it. Don't squander this opportunity." The mysterious figure said.
The Phantom had arrived.