Dark Chronicles 45 A Deformed Cheshire

-Ches.h.i.+re 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 cla.s.smate 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 cla.s.smates...So I imagined it turning into ma.s.sive 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 h.e.l.l 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.

"Kill me. Like, right now?"

"YES!! You want it that bad!? "

"Try then."

"You better be ready, you! G--GAHHHHH! TSK, What is this! Why can't I move!"

Failing to break the self-made chains, he felt anguish. He tried to defy my binding ability with all of his fragile strength, but little did he know that the more he struggles, the more pressure build-up will be and the more aggressive the chains become. If the case with Zen was like having been under strong gravitational force, this one would feel like, your entire body would be dismembered as you try to struggle for freedom.

"Ches.h.i.+re...HELP ME, YOU USELESS DEITY!" The youngster shouted in desperation. Ches.h.i.+re? That's a magical cat, right? That's supposed to be a deity? Such a putrid taste.

"You know 'pitiful older brother', My deity is somewhat overpowered as we are still on this island. Why? You probably don't know this but, the deities have their own ranks, and yours probably belong to the lowest of the low. It was a very wrong move for you to a.s.sume that you're the most powerful right now...But, you killed someone. So I should have the right to also give you 'advanced judgment right? After all, there's no way you're surviving out there with that mischievous and nonchalant character. " I frivolously stated. With the self-sharpened ink scythe, I started to move closer as the chains continue to hold him up.

"What are you trying to do?"

"Oh, don't worry...Do you see how you cut the legs of the man? It's an obviously interesting clean cut. Tell me, how did you do it"

"Tsss...And why should I answer you?!"

"Hmmm. I believe that you already know the answer right? Just play along now."

"I- I used a ce-ceramic knife." with pounding heartbeats, the boy answered.

"Oh, a ceramic knife eh? Aren't you curious how it should have felt if you were on his shoes? I think I should probably give you a brief overview...And, I'm curious too... How a self-centered brat like you would look like after having his legs removed from its main terminal. 'Older brother' would you be my guinea pig?" I said in a very callous manner on the helpless enchained minor.

Well, it is his fault anyway. I have had enough of dealing with newly-met exotic personalities that turned out to be Herrschers. Deities really have a weird criterion on choosing their vessel.

I then got my black scythe ready to unmedically amputate his right leg. But, before that, it would be a problem if he screams now. I should probably do something about that.

"Huh, wait WHWHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO?"

"Silence"

Unable to defy my own commands, his mouth shutter as he fretted for his dear foot's survival. But then...

"Wait!"A voice which seemed capricious then sounded on the background...

And there appeared the unexpected...A cat?

A cat showing only half of its body drifting mid-air...A very scary-looking one. His mouth extended to both of its cheeks with sharp teeth all being sharp fangs, and its big eyes blue as the deep ocean. Fur stripped with ash-gray and black. It is almost like Ches.h.i.+re Cat from Alice in the Wonderland, except its facade, is even more devious and could scare any Alice that should have already met him vis-vis. And its face is something straight out from a horror movie. An undoubtedly more deformed version of the Ches.h.i.+re Cat that almost everyone knows.