Within the bustling city of New York, where the lights are always on with people on the move, a skyscraper taller than the others around it could be seen to have a flurry of movement.
"James, I needed those files since yesterday! Stop lazing around and GET TO IT!"
"Danny, I need you by the printer, we need hard copies asap!"
"Jessica, beautiful as ever, but that doesn't mean you can use office hours for makeup!"
A grouchie man barks out orders, cigar in hand, as his employees scramble to appease their boss. He takes a drag of his 'stress relief expense' as he heads to his office to check the quarterly report.
This man was Ron 'work monger' Kinsly, the most ambitious man ever to live in modern day New York. The public , however just sees him as another power hungry politician.
"Tsk, a 5% drop in sales. The marketing teams gona get a piece of my mind later that's for sure."
Be-beep,be-beep!
Ron checks his alarm. 6:00-quoting time. Pressing the button for his office microphone, Ron informs his people of the days amend and whose taking what task for the next week.
With the day's tasks sorted, Ron gathers his things, and leaves, driving his Mercedes all the way to his suite. The doorman greets him as he makes his way to the elevator that would take him to the top floor, where his quarters are.
"Another day, another dollar. But enough of that. Time to check out this place called… Mohgwyn palace? Weird name."
Reporters would have had a field day if they were ever to find out that 'America's busiest boss' still plays video games, especially one like Elden ring, a grimdark rpg.
The 4k flatscreen boots up along with the game console as Ron picks his 4th journey character named 'King.' his avatar was all strength, with enough dexterity to wield the Giant crusher hammer with the lion's claw ash of war. it wore commander nail's helm as it was decked in the vagabond armor, standing with the prescribe of a conqueror.
King climbed the palace stairs, narrowly dodging the exploding blood corpses and blood albinurics, finally reaching the boss fog gate.
Ron takes a breath before he opens his eyes, focused for a fight to come. The fog revealed a blood red sanctum, with crumbling pillers, blotches of pooled blood, and the star like ceiling looming above. Yet what drew Ron's attention was the cocoon that had a rotting arm sticking out, reaching towards the fake star light.
King took a step forward, and as if sensing a new presence, the arm twitched before dropping to the ground. Blood ran along the arm, the viscous red liquid pooling in the center.
And from it, the demigod arose. Horns danced across his person as the sacred blood trident took form
{Welcome honored guest. To the birthplace of our dynasty!}
The fight played out as it had time and again. The flaming blood, burning and exploding. The hammer, hitting its mark with every claw. The curse of the blood lord. And then… his defeat.
{Ahh, I can see it, as clear as day! The coming of our dynasty…MOHGWYN!}
Ron pauses as the screen flashes the text 'demigod slain' in bold, golden letters. This was his favorite boss in the game. An individual so sure of his victory that even in death, he saw his visin come true. Despite being an enemy to the governing power, he still stood taller than most. A true role model if only in terms of self assurance and confidence,
Ron lays back on his couch as he murmurs " Ah, to be a demigod like that. If I had that power, I could have done so much with it."
"That…can be arranged~"
Ron jumps to his feet at the sudden voice. "Whose there!?" He looks around, seeing nobody around before he goes to check his door. Still on its door, locked as he had left it.
"Sheesh, I must be more tired than I-"
He never got to finish the sentence as a sudden pain in his chest rocks his system. His vision blurs before he finds himself falling face first to his floor.
By the next, day, New York would receive the news that Ron kinsly was found dead in his suite, his autopsy revealing that his heart had burst, and somehow burnt his arteries