45 A Deformed Cheshire (1/2)
”I'm not crazy. My reality is just different than yours.”
-Cheshire cat, Alice in the Wonderland
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And then without remorse, I manipulated the dark Charisma surrounding the unseen figure, but this time, with more control, forcing him to behave however, I like. Well, for starters, he was very energetic.
In the previous case with the classmate with the Midas Touch, I caused him too much dark pressure coming from his own pride, for him to be unable to keep standing up. I don't know, as I'm not planning to experience it anytime soon, but under this binding ability, he probably felt like, having the gravity field stronger around him as I squeezed the dark aura in the environment from negative emotions, which is constantly everywhere.
But this time, the ill intent that continuously engulfs his body is darker and even more visible when compared to that which I saw coming from my classmates...So I imagined it turning into massive chains that can hold him down and it was so, just as how I imagined it to be. Now, the boy finds himself incarcerated with unseen chains holding him down dominantly. If only he could see this darkness that abides by him, I think he might have gone crazy. It's an advantage for me at least, so there's no way I'm telling him to lighten up now.
Drawing power from sadness. Fear. Despair.Even deleterious dictates. It's a really handy power. The wielder is at an advantage no matter the environment. No wonder how Lacrimosa climbed up the divine hierarchy without her knowing about it and is then considered equal with these revered Magistrates. But, in all of its glorious manifestations, I know that a limit lies somewhere in between, a limit that I am yet to find out.
”G-ghh...Wh-what is this?” the invisible threat, which is really not that stealthy begins to rant.
”It's weak right? But, don't worry, I have so many things up my sleeve.”
I then let out of my pen to manipulate its jet-black ink again...
”I can also do this you know...”
Out of the pen's ink, I formed a black-colored scythe and pointed it at where his presence seemed concentrated. Well, I'm not trying to look cool or anything, I just wanted to inflict a little respect.
”Undo your invisibility... If you want to keep your life.” I threatened while the scythe is ready to be plunged probably in his neck...And the person fearing for his dear life, without second thoughts undid his invisibility, revealing his self to me. He was relatively younger, but why the hell did he call me 'little brother' with an add-on insult at that! If I were to describe him, he is between 14 -15 years old, probably spoiled beyond any doubt. But, what was more intriguing was the callous cat-shaped insignia in his right eye glowing in green. Confirmed. This kid is a Herrscher.
”YOU, What did you do to me!?”
”Hmmm...There's no point in explaining. It would end up pointless if you are to be the listener.”
”Tsk...It-it hurts...CUT THIS OUT NOW OR I WILL-”
”Kill you? Is that what you're implying? You know, we are not yet outside the city, so you should have kept your ability to yourself. You even killed someone...probably what? For fun right?”, said I who is frantically miffed by his puerile personality.
”YES AND WHAT PART OF IT CONCERNS YOU? You kill-joy SCOUNDREL!”
”Hmmm...And what makes killing fun?” I returned the question.
”Isn't it obvious... I'M SPECIAL YOU JERK! I AMCHOSEN BY A DEITY. AND WHY SHOULD I HAVE NO RIGHT TO GIVE ADVANCE JUDGEMENT TO SOMEONE? THEY'RE GOING TO DIE ANYWAY... I COULD EVEN KILL YOU...” I somehow found it to be very disturbing...How ego-centric this person is in front of someone older, just because a deity chose him for whatever reason there is.
Solipsism. It's a dangerous point of view that can make the victim think that everything in the universe was and is created for him and that he, alone is the true existence. And this juvenile right here, standing in front of me has such a standpoint that made him think it's okay to be rude and it's undeniably okay to take someone's life.