“Verrrryyy good…” Lloyd said licking his lips as he sat hunched over a large crystal protruding arbitrarily out of the cold stone floor. Solitary echoes of moister falling from the stalagmites hanging all around the young Orlouge sounded as he stared eyes wide into the resonating violet gem. It hasn't been even a week since the Ciato had informed his son of his cousin Kyla’s tombstone in the Chateau Drantrak graveyard, yet here in this very moment Lloyd was already plotting his next experiment. Lloyd shivered with excitement at the very thought of seeing her, touching her cold dead flesh. It was not Ciato’s intent to stir any commotion among his estranged family, but Lloyd could care less.
Within the beautiful purple crystal were blurring images, glimpses of people and places. Lloyd watched each intently as if he were living vicariously through the movie. He brought his right index finger to his face and bit down on his knuckle fighting back the excitement. Finally his minion had arrived in the Mystic Village of Shadows, the final resting place of the passed Orlouge. Lloyd watched everything through his eyes, controlled his every move as if he were operating a puppet with pure mastery. His newest monstrosity disguised as a man resembled him in a way. They shared the same hair color and style, even the same body frame. Yet there was something different, but from underneath his black hood his face was hidden with only the tips of his white hair dangling in full view. Anyone who knew him would have to look twice to tell the difference.
The Village kept to its namesake, a dark and almost depressing scene upon first entering. The streets of the village were nearly empty Lloyd noted as Kamile, the puppet he used for public affairs, made his way up to the graveyard. The crescent moon was high in the sky as Kamile walked up the unkempt road to Kyla’s tomb shovel in hand. A thin layer of fog covered the ground, moving gracefully for each of Kamile’s steps.
“There it is…” Lloyd hissed when he saw the view of the tombstone he was looking for flashed upon his monitor. Kamile had made it to Kyla’s resting place, and by the shroud of night he planned to unearth her remains. Lloyd bit down hard on his knuckle letting a small amount of azure blood drizzling down his white teeth. His jitters were beginning to get the best of him as he controlled his puppet. Kamile dropped his bag down on the ground by Kyla’s tombstone. The zombie gripped its shovel with both hands and immediately stuck it in the soil of her grave.
"You did very well son." Lloyd said to himself trying to sound as close to his father as possible. "I always knew you would impress me. I never should have spent more time with your sister. You were always my favorite and I just love you present." Lloyd finished before breaking out in chaotic cynical laughter. "Yes... Yeeeeesssss. That's what he will say you'll see, oh yeah you'll see."