38 Burn It To The Ground (1/2)
Done laughing Desmond picked himself up than dried the tears from his eyes ”So eating other people's souls does have some kind of effect on me that explains why I said all those things to Ingram there must be a bit of those people fused inside me.
That means what I said was really what that old man must have felt well the twisted version anyway it's not like he was in a good state of mind when I ate this soul just like all the others. It was nice though I really needed that who knows how long its been since I last laughed like that”.
Taking a look around Desmond soon found his missing arm it took him only a few minutes to reattach it back to him with his threads. Feeling curious and seeing no one to stop him Desmond went towards the Iron door in the back.
It was a replica of the one in the front without the hatch to look threw the door was already open going through Desmond saw a ten meter long corridor. He felt something wrong before receiving the answer to his unease.
The hallway was a trap just like the one in the front only difference was that the magic circles were hidden and this one would automatically attack anyone who didn't say the right phrase beforehand.
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Having eaten a bunch of people who knew the answer Desmond had no reason to feel fear ”I walk through this stream as I would the valley of death with a gun in my hand and my cigar lite alight”.
Having said the phrase Desmond walk forward unimpeded towards Vincent's storage. He saw a brightly lit up circular room with a bunch of empty cells lined up on the walls that look like they haven't been cleaned in a while.
There were chains attached to the walls of the cells a bed made of straw and a bow I assume would have to be the toilet. There were three doors made of wood to the left, right and center of me.
”The door to my left was filled with nothing but cleaning supplies ironic considering how filthy everything was in her. The door to my right was some kind of makeshift torture chamber I don't think this was what It was used for previously I considered this because there was a grand piano in the corner. Unless they planned on torturing Ingram with there terrible music I see no need to have it there”.
Desmond felt this all must have been a special add in to accommodate Ingram the room was fairly bare a chair and a table with straps could be found in the middle and another table next to everything with a variety of different tools. Everything was covered in blood including the floor.
Seeing nothing of interest Desmond left to the final room inside he felt everything he did was worth it. The room in the center was another storage room that rows of different stuff magic books, magic Crystals, guns, ammo, potions, magic ingredients on a shelf literally labeled magic ingredients, and a stick he could only assume were a magic wand.
In this world, while there are artifacts and tools that can increase your strength using them is optional because there are people that could obliterate an army with or without magic items.
Looking around Desmond saw a red potion that caught his eye it looked like the other healing potions he drank just bigger and it looked like it had a rainbow inside when held to the light. Since it looked and smelled like a healing potion Desmond drank it. The potion was much higher quality than what he had drunk before it completely repaired all the wounds on his body bones and all making him feel like a newborn baby.
While inspecting things further Desmond found a pile of magic scrolls and next to that a pair of black gloves they looked normal, but to be in this room they couldn't be. Putting on the gloves made them tighten they now perfectly fit Desmond's hands. Touch the gloves gave made him think he was touching metal they were soft and easy to move in.
Tapping the gloves some more they suddenly burst into blue flames, seeing his hands suddenly lite on fire startled Desmond he soon regained his composer seeing the flames were not hurting him.