The Lords of The Death Chapter 2

Chapter 2

The next day in the morning, Lanio approached Gurzil with an unexpected proposition. "Gurzil, there's a place I think you should visit. It might help you clear your mind."

Gurzil raised an eyebrow, intrigued yet cautious. "And where is this place?"

Lanio's eyes held a hint of mystery as he replied, "Thailand. Specifically, a Muay Thai training camp I'm familiar with. It's known for its rigorous training and the transformation it brings to those who embrace it."

Gurzil considered the offer, his curiosity piqued. "Thailand? How did you manage to go there?"

Lanio chuckled, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "Let's just say I have a history of business dealings that have taken me to various parts of the world. Thailand was one of those places."

Gurzil sensed that there was more to Lanio's past than met the eye, but he decided not to press further for now. "All right, I'm willing to give it a try. But I should warn you, I don't remember much about my past, let alone any fighting skills."


Lanio's response was measured, his confidence evident as he leaned in, his voice a low, conspiratorial tone. "Trust me, Gurzil. You might be surprised by what you can do once you step into that ring."

With that, Gurzil and Lanio embarked on an extraordinary journey, their figures dissolving into a blur of motion as they teleported to a remote Muay Thai training camp nestled deep in the heart of Thailand. They arrived unnoticed, their sudden presence concealed from prying eyes, and they wasted no time immersing themselves in the intense world of martial arts.

The workouts were intense, pushing participants to their limits. From dawn till dusk, Gurzil threw himself into the rigorous training, his body responding with an uncanny finesse that left the trainers and fellow students bewildered. It was as though he had spent a lifetime mastering the art of Muay Thai, even though his memory of such skills was a gaping void.

Gurzil's movements were fluid, a symphony of power and precision. His strikes, whether it be powerful kicks or swift jabs, landed with a degree of accuracy that belied his amnesiac state. His fighting IQ seemed almost supernatural, as he anticipated his opponents' moves with an uncanny foresight that left seasoned fighters in awe.

In the evening, when the sun dipped below the horizon and the campfire crackled with stories and camaraderie, whispers of Gurzil's abilities began to circulate among the camp's denizens. Some believed him to be a hidden prodigy, while others suspected a deeper, more enigmatic origin to his talents.

After an exhausting session, Lanio and Gurzil sat together, catching their breath. "You fight like a man who has walked this path for a lifetime,Gurzil." Lanio remarked, genuine admiration in his eyes.

Gurzil wiped the sweat from his brow, still amazed by his own performance. "I don't know how I'm doing this, Lanio. It's like my body knows things my mind doesn't."

Gurzil and Lanio returned from their grueling Muay Thai training session, their bodies weary but their spirits invigorated. As they stepped into the elegant living room, Gurzil's eyes took in the opulent surroundings, a stark contrast to the rustic beauty of the Italian countryside.

Lanio, his shirt soaked with sweat, couldn't help but grin as he glanced at Gurzil. "You did exceptionally well today, Gurzil. Your progress is remarkable."

Gurzil, a sense of pride welling up inside him, gave a modest nod. "I still can't explain how I'm able to fight like this. It feels like I've spent years fighting, even though I can't remember ever training."

Francesca, lounging on a sumptuous sofa, chimed in with curiosity in her voice. "It's as if the skills are embedded in your muscle memory, Gurzil."

Lanio joined her, sinking into the plush cushions. "That's the mystery we're trying to unravel, my friend."

Gurzil turned his gaze from one to the other, his brow furrowing in thought. He hesitated for a moment before asking a question he had never broached before. "Lanio, Francesca, you've been so generous in helping me, and I'm grateful for that. But there's one thing I've never asked, and now it feels important. How did you both come to possess these abilities?"

Francesca exchanged a knowing glance with Lanio, and for a moment, the room seemed to hold its breath. Lanio's voice, when it came, was measured, tinged with a sense of revelation. "It's a long story, Gurzil. But perhaps it's time you heard it."

Lanio began, his voice steady but tinged with a hint of sorrow. "A year ago, my sister Giuseppina Thasenach married Alegri Libri. It was meant to be a union that would consolidate an alliance between our families, a partnership that could challenge the power base of Domenico Ammaturo."

Francesca interjected, her voice carrying a trace of bitterness. "Domenico had grown fearful of the new alliance. He saw it as a threat to his dominion over our territory. So, one fateful day, a group of ruthless gangsters in his employ invaded our home."

Gurzil leaned forward, his eyes locked onto their faces as they continued their tale. The room seemed to hang in suspense, the shadows deepening around them.

Lanio's voice quivered as he recounted the horrors of that day. "They stormed into our house without mercy, and chaos erupted. Giuseppina, my beloved sister, and Francesca's family�"everyone was caught in the crossfire."

Francesca's gaze fell to her lap, her fingers entwined in a knot of memory and grief. "I watched my family fall, one by one, each gunshot a symphony of tragedy. Lanio and I were both shot as well."

Lanio nodded, the memories still vivid in his mind. "I was hit with a shotgun blast, and I tumbled down the stairs, leaving me lying in a pool of my own blood. Francesca was shot multiple times, and we both knew we were slipping away."

Gurzil's eyes widened with a mixture of horror and fascination, his breath held as he awaited the revelation of what came next.

Francesca continued, her voice barely above a whisper. "As death's embrace closed in on us, a dark entity approached, a figure shrouded in shadows. It saved us from the brink of oblivion."

Lanio picked up the story, his eyes distant as he recalled the inexplicable turn of events. "In that dark, otherworldly place, we found ourselves in a room that seemed to exist outside of time. We were given a choice�"a chance to live, to survive."


Lanio's voice quivered with the weight of his memories. "After the entity healed us, Gurzil, we found ourselves in a situation that defied all reason. We had been given a second chance at life, but it came at a terrible cost."

Francesca's hand trembled as she reached out to touch Lanio's, their fingers intertwining in a silent gesture of support. She continued, her voice low and filled with anguish. "When we woke up, we were no longer alone. The bodies of our loved ones, the fallen victims of that brutal attack, were with us."

Gurzil's heart ached as he absorbed the magnitude of their loss. He could only imagine the pain and sorrow that Lanio and Francesca had endured. The room seemed to close in around them, the darkness intensifying the gravity of their words.

Lanio took a deep breath, his voice steady but tinged with sorrow. "As we grieved for our loved ones, one of the gangsters who had attacked us somehow survived. He found us, his gun trained on Francesca and me."

Francesca's eyes locked onto Gurzil, the raw intensity of her emotions laid bare. "In that moment, something changed within me, Gurzil. It was as though a dormant power had awakened. I screamed, and with a surge of energy, I transported us to the interdimensional dark room."

Gurzil's breath caught in his throat as he tried to comprehend the implications of her revelation. "You mean, you saved yourselves from the gangster by transporting you to that dark room?"

Lanio nodded, his expression grave. "Yes, Gurzil. But that's not all. Francesca's newfound abilities didn't stop there."

Francesca's eyes glinted with a mixture of defiance and a haunting memory. "I confronted the gangster in that dark room, and in an instant, I unleashed a bolt of dark matter energy. It struck him, turning him to dust before our eyes."

Gurzil's mind reeled at the description of the extraordinary event. The room, with its shadows and silence, seemed to pulse with the power of the tale they were weaving. He leaned forward, his voice a hushed whisper. "You... you have the power to do that?"

Francesca nodded solemnly. "Yes, Gurzil. It was as though my connection to dark matter energy had become a weapon�"a weapon that I used to protect us."

The revelation left Gurzil in awe and fear of the untapped powers that had been unlocked within Francesca. His heart pounded in his chest as he processed the implications of what he had just heard.

Lanio's voice broke the silence that had settled over the room. "Our lives were forever changed that day, Gurzil. We were given a second chance, but it came at a heavy price. We carry the memories of our loved ones with us, and we bear the weight of the powers we now possess."

Francesca's gaze held a sense of determination as she met Gurzil's eyes. "But we also carry a purpose, Gurzil. We must use these powers to protect ourselves, those we care about,and cast down our enemies."


Gurzil felt as if a heavy cloak of mystery and uncertainty had descended upon him. The revelations from Lanio and Francesca about their powers and the events that had transpired after their loved ones' deaths weighed on his mind. He needed time to process everything, to make sense of the newfound knowledge that had upended his understanding of reality.

As he sat in the dimly lit room, his thoughts swirled in a maelstrom of confusion. He could hardly fathom the depths of the enigma that now surrounded him. The bond he had forged with Lanio and Francesca had grown stronger, but it was also laced with an eerie sense of apprehension.

With a heavy sigh, Gurzil rose from his seat, his legs feeling unsteady as he moved. "I need a moment," he mumbled, his voice barely audible.

Lanio and Francesca exchanged a knowing glance, their expressions filled with empathy. They understood the overwhelming weight of the information they had shared. Francesca nodded, her voice gentle. "Take your time, Gurzil. We'll be here when you're ready."

Gurzil offered them a weak smile before making his way to the bathroom. The walls seemed to close in on him as he entered the tiled chamber, the warm, inviting atmosphere in stark contrast to the cool darkness of the room he had just left.

Turning on the shower, Gurzil let the water wash over him, its soothing embrace a balm for his troubled mind. The steam and the rhythmic pattern of the droplets on the tiles cocooned him in a sense of solitude.

He closed his eyes, attempting to clear his thoughts. But the images of that fateful day, the gangsters, and Francesca's newfound powers replayed in his mind like a haunting movie reel. The world he had known had shifted on its axis, and he was struggling to find his footing.

As the water cascaded down his body, Gurzil couldn't help but feel a sense of vulnerability. He was a man who had lost his memory, thrust into a world of inexplicable powers and hidden truths. The burden of his forgotten past, coupled with the mysteries surrounding Lanio and Francesca, weighed heavily on his shoulders.

The shower offered a brief respite, a sanctuary where he could collect his thoughts and regain his composure. With each passing moment, the steamy warmth of the water helped to ease the tension that had knotted his muscles.

Gurzil knew that he needed to find answers, to unravel the enigma of his own past and the powers that now seemed intertwined with his destiny. But for now, in the solitude of the bathroom, he allowed himself a moment of reprieve.

As he turned off the shower and stepped out onto the plush bath mat, Gurzil felt a renewed determination. He would confront the mysteries that surrounded him head-on, seeking the truth that had eluded him for far too long.