117 Enemies on all sides (2/2)
Once there Desmond took the seven treasure mystic item from the suitcase and placed it below. When the item was safely placed Desmond turned the lid releasing the smoke prompting him to get out as fast as he could. As Desmond started to climb out of the hole his eyes turned cloudy making him lose his grip and fall backwards back inside the hole. Where Desmond layed still stairing at the ceiling as the hole slowly filled with smoke.
As Desmond layed on the floor multiple scenes flashed past Desmond's eyes.
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\”How long do we have to keep playing these games with that thing? It belongs in a bottle inside my lab\”.
\”My relic only shows the opportunity my actions bring and the opportunity those around me represent ... we gained unimaginable wealth\”.
\”Everything is subject to change by forces outside of our control\”.
\”If his pillar ever goes dim ... kill him and devide up his soul\”.
\”... Unlike you I didn't leave my entire race to die\”
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As Desmond watched a cruel truth play out before him he couldn't help, but shed a tear at the end. He had witnessed what what Seraphine and Zane really thought of him while he wasn't even on Ragnar's radar. Ragnar cared more about his TV show then he did about Desmond's life.
As Desmond replayed what they said about him in his mind Desmond could only come to one conclusion.
\”Their all asshole's every single one. They didn't even have the decency to call me by my name I was just an 'it' to them a disposable tool or a fucking pile of ingredients. What is wrong with this world I've never once tried to find danger, but danger has always found me. It's almost as if someone is actually trying to kill me. Secret Visage, The Purifiers, the bounty hunters, and now those rich heartless monsters at Hunter's Bazaar\”.
Desmond's brain worked over time to find a way out of the incredible shit show he keeps finding himself in. He used every ounce of power his brain could muster till he finally found the answer.
\”Negotiating with them is impossible I have no leg to stand on. Secret Visage will never forgive me because I used their name their group don't listen to reason to begin. Every nation in the world has difficulty dealing with them, so there's definitely nothing I can in that regard.
The purifier's are mostly made up of ordinary humans, but they have a deep hatred for mages and cultivators. Since I am trying to become a mage negotiations will go sour before it even started. Not to mention I killed a lot of their members, so unless I can give them something they want more than me there's no solution.
As for the problem everyone at Hunters Bazaar represents the problems are numerous. They can kill me the second I stop being useful which could be at any time. I can't see the light pillar, so I have no Idea when that time will be\”.
The more Desmond thought about it the more he felt as though he was slowly being suffocate.
\”I have no other choice, to survive I have to kill them, but as I am now I can't do anything. But that doesn't mean I can't do anything at all. Zane said Seraphine left her race to die and Zane's just an all around asshole. People like them have enemies, but to scheme against them will be impossible. Zane left a bunch of bugs inside me and he could have also done who knows what to me. So, before I can act against Seraphine and Ragnar I have to kill Zane with my own hands\”.
During his thought process Desmond didn't say a word and he knew that he never could. Desmond was weary about what methods Zane left behind to deal with himself. He simply got up from the ditch and began to refill it with the mystic item inside.
As Desmond filled the ditch a horrible taste filled his mouth as he said out loud, \”strength why does it always come down to strength. For once can it just be something else\”.
Strength was never Desmond's goal, but now he was forced to pursue it. He hated it with ever fiber of his being, but he was left with no other choice. To continue on his path if magic Desmond had to become strong and kill all who stand in his way.