The Ultimate Host

Blizzard decided to walk his remaining steps. He fell down a hill filled with ice, smacking against a tree, which broke his neck, finally meeting his demise after hundreds of years. A beam of light suddenly came striking down from the dark sky. The beam of light beamed down into Blizzard's ċhėst, ripping out his soul and might power. After those events commenced, Blizzard's body reduced into a pile of ash, which was blown off into the wind. Guy removed the cigarette out of his mouth, tossing it to the ground and stomping it till it was mushed. Guy decided to check up on his father. He approached Hendrix and crossed his arms. Hendrix eavesdropped on the entire conversation. " So that bastard told you the truth about yourself." Guy started nodding. " Yes, he did." Why didn't you tell me this before?" Hendrix stood on his feet, holding his ċhėst. " I was planning to tell you on your twenty-first birthday but things got in the way. Like this war for instance." Guy started nodding. " So even though I wasn't your son you raised me." Hendrix sighed. " To tell you the truth I wanted a son of my own." I hate the idea of adopting a creature or human that isn't ours." It ain't my responsibility." But my wife Dianna instead we kept you, seeing that she wanted a child. But Dionne reminded me of the consequences if I did something to you so I didn't. Years passed by and here you are." Guy ceased the nodding. " Everything you said is responible.