Novel & Cerita Agamemnon Mask

“Well, it’s the only one I found in the garment bag you handed me, so...” “But… But…I ordered a big, frilly light-blue dress to match me, along with one of those masquerade ball masks to hide your face.” “Oh, wait! It did come with a mask.” I lifted the yellow helmet with black shaded eyes and a silver mouth guard, then pulled it over my head. My vision went limited, but I could clearly see Brick out of the eye holes as he shook his head. “Holy… No. No, you’re not wearing that. You look like a ten-year-old boy.”

A gasp escaped my lips as the light shone on Nana, seated on a chair in the middle of the large room, her mouth gagged and fear written all over her face. A man, dressed in black and in a black mask stood behind her with a gun to her head. "No!" I whispered as I looked on. "So this is the knight in shining armor?" A voice came from my right and I almost jumped out of surprise. There was another man dressed like the first man, sitting on a chair to my right. "Who are you and what do you want?" I asked angrily. "I just want what is mine." His voice was so calm as he spoke. It was eerily calm, like he had done it numerous times, and taken the lives of some unlucky few.

Every guard looked at each other with surprised looks. "Come on. Let's party." I announced. I pulled Aemun and he understood the hint. He walked with me and I was pleased to see the guards following us. They all offered an arm to my girls and we walked downstairs. Right before walking in. I stopped Aemun and gave him my mask. With a smile, he carefully fastened it on the side of my head in my hair with clips. His one had to be secured around his head with a ribbon and I carefully fastened it. He wore a red, basic mark, the same colour of his pocket square and my dress. With a deep sigh, I nodded for him to open the door. My hands tightened on his arm the moment the double doors opened and mu

But my thoughts divulge as I finally notice his mask. I gasp. The mask is an eerie matt black sheet of armor like metal that covers half of his skull. It appears modeled to fit his perfectly symmetrical face and pressed artfully across the bridge of his nose. But what stands out the most are two golden ram horns that protrude from the top corners. They curve backwards to sit where I assume to be just below his ears. What a dreadful reminder of the fact I still stand in the company of the devil. A man that has a distorted face, who has killed his parents, his brother and four of his future wives!

Paris. The Opera Garnier. It was the most exclusive event of the season. A Charity Masquerade Ball. Jackson and Serenity stepped out of a limousine. They were both wearing masks. Serenity wore a Venetian mask covered in silver feathers, matching her silver gown. Jackson wore a simple, terrifyingly sharp black phantom mask. "Remember," Jackson whispered, guiding her hand through the crowd of photographers. "We are here to observe. Not to start a war."

one of those buyer among crowd was Albert… Albert brought three paper mask and went back to house where Draco and Jasmine were busy with their planning for freeing Terra and Petro… “Master, here are mask that you asked for” Albert said and handed Draco there half face mask which were in shape of half moon and were decorated with pigeon feather and some sham white glass stones…. “Good… now go take some rest, we have trouble to go through in evening” Draco replied and Albert bowed his head and left Draco and Jasmine alone as he went to barn and sat on his wooden cot that was placed inside it…. in meantime Jasmine was curiously staring at bright white colored mask in Draco’s hand.

In a nutshell, the house was a work of art! I repositioned the mask on my face. It was a gold Venetian mask with bead embellishments and golden rhinestones on its side, held together by a golden ribbon and a few feathers. I fell in love with this mask the moment I saw it in a shop and knew it would look great with my dress.

It was elegant and terrifying. We approached a woman seated behind a sleek glass desk. Her face was expressionless. When she saw Mr. Everhart, she stood quickly and bowed, deeply, reverently, before sliding something across the counter: a mask. Without hesitation, Mr. Everhart took it. The mask was white porcelain, etched with subtle obsidian lines. He placed it over his face and pinned a silver tag to his lapel. The name engraved on it was, Alpha. He turned to me “You won’t be needing this yet,” he said quietly, though his eyes behind the mask were unreadable.

© Angel Adigwe, 2022 Published by Angel Adigwe. INTRODUCTION Damien white is the CEO of white enterprises. An event which occured in the past led to him always wearing a mask over his face. But no one really knew what happened. Even when he gets asked by people about the reason for the mask he still refuses to disclose anything about it and instead choose to live like that. But there's was a particular someone though who always puts a smile on Damien's face and gives him joy each time he thinks of her.

Inside, nestled on a velvet cushion, lay the Mask of Fortuna. My breath hitched in my throat as I gazed upon it. The mask was an eerie thing of beauty, crafted from polished obsidian that gleamed under the dim light, its surface sleek and reflective. It was as if it had been pulled straight from the depths of some ancient world. Crimson rubies and emerald sapphires adorned it, set delicately in gold filigree, their fiery hues sparkling as I leaned closer. The intricate Roman symbols etched along its edges seemed to pulse with some forgotten power—laurel wreaths and the ever-turning wheel of Fortuna, as if the mask itself held the whims of fate in its design.