"How is something like that possible?" this was the sole question that occupied the mind of the captain. Nonetheless, his training kicked in after three breaths of rapid contemplation.

"Call the SWAT team and get their asses in here quick!" The Captain said instructed in a hard voice.

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He would have wanted to get exorcists and priests in here. Not that he believed in them in the first place but that would have eased a little bit of his fear right now.

The police captain would bravely face killers and criminals but he was not prepared to confront something like this.

* * *

"There you are, mother..."

"One cheeseburger for me, lady." a fat bald customer said unto a middle aged woman who was flipping burgers in a nearby stall.

She looked sweaty and tired amidst the hot miasma of her cooking station but that hasn't hindered her actions one bit at all. Her hands were quick and there was the ever present vigor in her every movement.

At one glance, it can be seen that this humble lady took great pride in her work. She sported not the dead eyes of the uninspired but only carried inside her the indomitable will of the stubborn.

"Just as i have always imagined in my mind. You never change do you, mother?" The Blood Sovereign smiled at this scene.

He had expected he would tear up on the spot yet that optimistic wish was proven as mere illusion in the moment. As a Supreme Immortal, he had even lost count of the merciless slaughters he'd created in the past.

Although the process had healed his wounds in battle already but the same could not be said to the toll it took on his emotions.

He could laugh and smile and take the myriad routes of sins to achieve pleasure, but there was no real joy in his soul.

"But that would have to change soon enough." The Blood Sovereign muttered that mirrored his optimism for the future.

His family has ever been his only heart demon and with this one thing solved, no matter what happened in the morrow, regrets would have no more share on it.

He took a deep breath and calmly looked at his mother earning a living of selling burgers at less than 3 dollars per piece.

"Money, huh? Time to get my self some also." Although this thing was a useless commodity in front of absolute power but it would provide him great convenience in dealing with the ways of this mortal world.

At least this would save him some headache in the first few days. The Blood Sovereign flicked a finger to solve this point. And just like that, 500 hundred million dollars in cash was aptly deposited in his soul space.

Of course this thing did not come from the empty air around the Blood Sovereign but of the material world of today's economy, more specifically from the series of banks in the country.

This theft has not at all given him any shred of guilt whatsoever. He was a renowned stealer of lives and futures, what more can mere money account in comparison to that?

15 minutes elapsed and the curiosity of the masses in their monotonous life was shattered by the arrival of loud sirens.

"Is there an emergency or something?" asked the fat bald man who was already finishing his afternoon snacks with a drink of chilled coke.

"Nah, perhaps a bank robbery or something." answered another customer in the burger station, not knowing that his hunch might have been correct at an unknown immortal's recent deeds.

In another minute, the two of them realized that the set of irritating sounds was coming nearer at their position.

They raised their heads to see the rushing cars passed them but alas, no expectations remained intact upon what they witnessed thereafter.

"BANG!"

"DON'T MOVE!"

"DROP ON THE GROUND!"

"PUT YOUR HANDS ON YOUR HEAD!" rapid conflicting commands rang in the scene after countless echoes of car doors opened to spat out uniformed men and women in black full body combat gear.

"FUCK! Is this about me watching porn too much? Perhaps about those pay sites I'm an avid patron of?" the fat bald man cried inside.

He was caught in panic with the straw on his drink still on his mouth as he moved not an inch at all from his shock. A big man in SWAT gear tapped him on the shoulder and pulled him down with his strong hands.

"GET DOWN, SIR!" the man in thick uniform roared on the fat bald man's ears.

"O - okay... okay." the fat balm man moaned weakly and he expected to have handcuffs as bracelets soon but found none to brag a breath later.

"What...???" the fat bald man was confused.

"Are these officers not here to get me?" he wondered. The fat bald man wanted to see what was going on but was too afraid to do so.

He could not even crawl away from this place, much less stand up once more to sate a mere curiosity that might end him up in jail for real this time.

"Just stay down and hope it gets over soon." the fat bald man decided.

Alas, what he could not see, he could hear.

And what he heard painted a different scenario altogether.

* * *

"So they have come for me? Bold of them to do so." The Blood Sovereign smiled and was about to disarm the police with but a command of his thought. Alas, this was a grave mistake on his part.

"Your time is up." A ghostly voice rang in his ears and this was the last thing that the Blood Sovereign heard in this life. His soul was pulled apart and sucked to parts unknown. He tried to resist but such meager resistance was a futile attempt against the will of something far stronger than he was. The Brick Clay was not to be denied.

"This is a good day to die." Clark muttered as he took over the body of the Blood Sovereign.