Vezux had been walking around, going from city to city, like he was a wanderer in the darkness, his soul drifting away. As he went from battlefield to battlefield, watched as the blood soaked with darkness, soaking into the grounds of the earth. He seems the darkness seeking up, turning into a dark like smoke power, the screams entered his mind, he could feel their pain, feel their anguish, they wanted their revenge. His own anger surging through him, making him shake, his own people, loved ones taken from him. As he had given everything he had, with blood and sweat of his own, still it wasn't enough. He came to a stop, feeling as if it were the right spot to do what he needed to do.

"Rest, we will move in a bit, but for now let's spend the night here..I have something I need to do." He said, as they were near the docks.

As they took rest, building their camp..they didn't want to go inside of anywhere, fear they would be caught by the enemy. They took camp in the open high grass, not far outside of the city.

Vezux went to look for the perfect spot, where it felt right to him, the further he went, the darker it seemed to get, taking ahold on his soul. He then sat down, as he moved his hand, and revealing his zither. As it appeared on his lap, he closed his eyes and placed his hands on each side, as he moved the strings making them vibrate, as they made the sounds of music. It was like he played the zither of life, death, light, dark, and of power, as he played, he could feel the darkness seeping to him, as the grounds was being cleaned.

As he played to the spirits, it was as if something stood near him, something powerful, something heavy, dear and light combined. As he played he could hear the screams getting louder, he remembered everything, taken from him, one by one, as he was bled dry of everything that he was, everything that he ever knew, everything he ever had. Then suddenly he could hear that beings voice as they called out his name, opening up to him, it was as if this being was trying to save him from himself, giving him a chance for revenge.

"Vezux..do you want revenge?" It asked, in whispers that seemed to sink into his mind.

"Who are you?" He asked, feeling slight breeze through his face and over his skin.

"We are the voice of those that have died, their screams, their anger, we are the voices of those that wander around, with no way to get back what they have lost...blood shed and hard work, families all gone because of one's greed...of power and money...soaking deep into the grounds of the earth, the more we gather, the more there becomes no room for us to stay...we are but a shadow to the eyes, but we are of great power." The voice said, vezux continued to play while listening.

"So why come to me?..is a scenario of you scratch my back and I scratch yours?" He said, as he raised a brow at the conversation.

"Yes Vezux, it's exactly like that..in case if your wondering..we can feel your anger, your hopelessness, the wanting of you to take revenge, the scenarios you make up in your head, until you become a wanderer of the darkness, just like us...we know you can handle it, control us, all we need is for someone to use us, and direct this power as something useful, and we will give you all the power that you don't already have...we aren't exactly darkness..but we aren't exactly light either..we have no sides, no boundaries..we choose those who deserve to use us.." The voice said.

"Alright, let's become partners of war and vengeance." He said, his voice dripping with anger and all that came with it.

As he said that, suddenly the screams became louder their gave him power, he remembered all of the anger, blood, sweat and tears he had given, only for him to be betrayed, he growled.

Around him the weather losing is calm, hurricanes surrounding the area, lightning hitting the ground like bombs bring triggered. Screaming getting louder for all around to hear, tired of being walked on, the same conversations being played, like wrecked being replayed over and over. Friends and allies betraying each other becoming enemies, lies and deceit all around, it was like a buffet of it. Tired of the same old same old bullshit, people being fake, becoming paranoid, kissing each others ass until they get to a certain place in their life to where they can betray those that helped them get there, as his mother says said, never bite the hand that feeds you, unless they bite you. Tired of those around him, losing a voice to become something greater, and those at the top always at the top, only around fakes and helping those rise, that don't do anything but kiss as and become greedy and paranoid.

As it surrounded him, he continued to play the zither, of war and blood, with a buffet of vengeance, it was time to come out once more, it was time to give those a voice who deserved it.

The grounds around him rumbled as the lightning shook it, trucks tramples and crushed, blowing around, as it was being sucked into the center of it all. He didn't need to become like those around him, only thing he needed to do was become something better, something different and set a new lead. He could mentally see the battles among men and women, destroying all that was good because of their greed, blood drenching the earth, bullets continue to fly for what they think is just. He knew from a personal perspective, war was never justice, it was two people or more in a room arguing using people as their pawns to win, to dominate. As he had seen in the years he has been around, it was tiring, he wondered if it were better if past generations had stayed and destroyed future generations continuously, to never let them rise.

He shook his head, and felt around as it all came to a slow, he would see who was real and who wasn't as he became something greater.

"Vezux, you now how have more than power, ..call it vengeance, we aren't dark..nor are we light..but we can turn into both or either or just like you...we are here as you command." The voice said, as he put both hands over the strings of the zither.

As he put his hand over the zither like a swipe, making it disappeared, then he stood up, his eyes of the colors not of this world, then as he turned something came at him, he ducked and dodged, easily, grabbing it with his bare hand, and threw it, the thing screamed, as dropped his hand from the being, he didn't care if it was human or not, he didn't like to be touched nor did anyone have that right, unless he gave them that right.

"What have you done..!" A soft voice said, as he disappeared, with in an instant, he laughed, like his laugh was like a ghost passing by.

He then started to travel once more, he had now gained the power of earth, and it was time to do what he needed to do no more than just watching from the sidelines. It was time to appear before the masses, them know he was back.

He finally entered seattle, as he heard whispers, gasps, heads turns, he laughed lightly, as he disappeared, every passerby seen it in play, as he walked up the side of the building, taking his spot, as he once had, it was time to his vengeance, his anger, for all who thought him to be a joke, for he would show, he wasn't a pawn to be moved, he moved when he wanted, he died when he wanted, he chose his fate, no one did it for him, no one owned him.

He then raised his hand to the sky as a lightning bolt hit the ground making it crack and burn the grass around. As he then jumped down, making a slight dent under his as blast of power made everyone fall back, away from him. He then walked to the edge of the city and saw his old home to claim, he laughed going in, taking down the signs that the bank has put there, and he disappeared as he growled, as another lightning bolt hit the grounds and again, letting everyone know one more time, to make sure they knew that VEZUX was back.