Chapter 23: Eating Madness

  “That should do it.”

  Mr. Magician was the only one left standing. He had emptied all the bullets in his revolver and executed the criminal wanted dead or alive.

  “As gruesome as always.”

  “I will take that as a compliment, my love.”

  The goddess had finally said something after ignoring Mr. Magician previously. Her voice sounded sad, a stark contrast to how she sounded when officer Williamsson acted like a meercat.

  Mr. Magician inspected the revolver in his hand and reloaded it before looking at the brown haired and bearded police officer that laid passed out on the ground.

  “What an interesting fellow. To think he can sleep while a gun is going off next to him.”

  “He was quite funny before.”

  “I know, I was watching.”

  Though their conversation was quite bland, the mood between them was not. You could describe the mood as heavy, sad, melancholy, and somehow warm.

  “How did you learn to use a gun?”

  Mr. Magician thought for a moment while looking at a broken mirror, inspecting his appearance, before answering.

  “While he was practicing with that Ms. Snow, I was watching. I managed to gain some understanding of how a revolver works. If given a rifle, I should be able to hit a moving target. This child is rather good at using firearms, I guess that I inherited some of his abilities.”

  “Then he should be able to inherit some of your abilities.”

  “Possibly. It wouldn’t surprise me.”

  Mr. Magician spoke to the goddess of the silver moon as an equal, his attitude towards her was amicable but not submissive, different from how a believer should act towards their god. After sighing, Mr. Magician decided to open his mouth to speak.

  “Are you planning to use me?”

  The goddess was quiet for a moment. She deliberated on what to say. Mr. Magician kept his smile as he waited patiently for his goddess to speak.

  “If I am, would you hate me?”

  With no change to his expression, Mr. Magician laughed softly before answering.

  “I am nothing more than a human characteristic now. Use me as you see fit, this child is one of your followers, just like me. I would be honoured to be of help.”

  “I see…”

  Noticing the mood becoming heavier, Mr. Magician flicked his wrist and a paper figure in the form of a human appeared in his hand.

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  It was the same paper figure that Shade contracted to become a mystic.

  “This incomplete form is problematic. The child will have to go through a lot of trouble because of me.

  It, will take control when I release my control, but you have already prepared for that have you not?”

  “You know me, they aren’t far.”

  “Good. I will be realising my control now, but first, let me give the child a gift.”

  Mr. Magician opened his mouth and ate the spirit in his hand. An ethereal light cover Mr. Magician as he fell down to the ground.

  With a shaking body, Mr. Magician looked up from the ground and saw the corpse to his side. He opened his mouth and bit into its arm.

  As he felt the thick liquid flow down his throat, he was about to swallow when he suddenly spit it all out.

  “Shit!”

  Shade cursed out loud. Tears started to flow down his cheeks. He wanted to throw up, he was about to run away, but the smell of blood enticed him closer to Fury’s corps.

  Unable to contain himself, he bit into the corps and started sucking out all of the liquid. He felt how every cell in his body rejoiced with every drop of blood that he devoured.

  Shade knew that he couldn’t stop himself from committing cannibalism, but he refused to eat any flesh. His last bit of sanity in this godforsaken act was focused on only drinking the blood of his enemy.

  A twisted smile appeared on Shade’s face as it contorted into a face of terror. Tears still flowed from his eyes as he bit into another part of the body in search of more blood.

  His face continued to change from one expression to another as he devoured his meal. The goodlooking young man was now covered with blood.

  His purple cape that draped over his shoulders was stained on the front by blood, his dark suit like outfit accented the blood.

  He looked like an animal while eating, but from time to time he would look up, fix his hair and make common expressions like nothing was wrong.

  During these times, his mind was filled with normal thoughts like he was simply having a normal meal.

  He would fix his hair, use a handkerchief to wipe off the food around his mouth, and think about what he was going to do after he finishes his meal.

  Maybe he would go out for a walk to digest his food, maybe go shopping, maybe rest for a moment, or maybe he would eat some more. There was a rather hefty meal not far away from his current one.

  Just as he was about to make his choice, he heard footsteps coming from the outside. He turned around, looking at the front door with an amused expression. He stood up and patted down his outfit. The floor was rather dirty, but it did not stain his clothes.

  The young man approached the front door in a genial manner. After inspecting his gun, he looked at the large untouched meal on the floor and sighed… Just a bit more and I will get to you.

  Voices could be heard from behind the door, they sounded familiar. The young man felt something was wrong. He felt himself surrounded by an ethereal power… Spirituality? A spiritual barrier! How cunning!

  He scoffed as he figured out what his opponents had prepared. He looked at the monocle around his neck and tsked. As he thought about his next move he brought his revolver to his face.

  The young man rested the side of his gun barrel to his forehead. He felt his spirituality drain as a vision appeared… Ms. Snow, Ms. Astral, Mr. Rouge, Mr. Zephyr, and Mr. Specter. How troublesome!

  The young man recognized the people outside of the door. The vision continued and what he saw was himself falling down and the mystics outside of the door carrying him away… Sleep spirit? This should do it.

  The young man took a step back and left an illusion of himself where he had stood. After that he repeated the step of resting his gun barrel on his forehead.

  He felt his spirituality drain and another vision appeared before his eyes of what would happen after his illusion falls down in sleep and the mystics walk in.

  After firing the first bullet, Zephyr was ready and blocked it and the rest rushed in to knock him out. He would lose his gun within 2 seconds of him firing the first bullet.

  The young man sighed and was about to think of a way for him to escape when suddenly a silver light appeared before his eyes, granting him another vision. It was a vision of him being knocked out by

  Ms. Silver who came in through the back door… Goddess, is this supposed to be a joke?

  With a thud, the young man in a purple cape fell down to the floor. Ms. Silver inspected the young man she had just knocked out and let out a sigh of relief.

  The mystics outside walked in through the front door and greeted the saint in front of them and then awaited her orders.

  “Take him back to the temple.”