The Truth and a new Goal

The man looked at his broken hands and at me. He shook uncontrollably and I kept my guard up in case he tried anything. He began speaking. “I was sent by the Blackheart Family, mainly Lord Abraxas. I’m just some lesser Mage. Just to recover a book dropped by that bitch Fantasia when she was drunk?”

I raised an eyebrow, who the hell is Fantasia? Before I could speak the man began spasming out, like twitching out of control, I backed away and casted a mystical Shield around me, than he began crying and wailing.

“WAIT WAIT WAIT. PLEASE LORD BLACKHEART DONT KILL ME. I’M SORRY I SAID YOUR NAME, GIVE ME ANOTHER CHANCE!!!” He began getting bigger and bigger until he exploded, guts, blood all spilled everywhere. I stared once again recalling another page of the Sanctum Arcanum I read.

‘There are many old families who have dabbled in Magick. Some have dabbled in the art of Dark Magick, but none at the level of one particular fanily. The Blackhearts whom are contracted to the Demon Zorantaur, they have servants, many servants. If one servant utters a name of an inner family member. They die.’

I stared at the remains, my hand was shaking a lot but I grabbed that hand and left. I was walking fast and I was in a hurry. I walked faster until I ran to my house, I sat on the couch and was thinking. About what I wanted. When I was younger I was in a shitty orphanage. Adults didn’t care and there were tons of bullies.

I remember my first fight, it was against a bigger kid whom I killed by bashing his head with a rock, and I threw his corpse down the stream. I never forgot that day, none of the adults cared enough to see who was missing that day. And as I grew older I wanted power, to make the world a better place.

Heroes, villains, S.A.N.T.A. They all did nothing to help the world. Sure heroes saved the world but they never improved lives, they never went after the root causes, as I leaned on my couch I remembered seeing others weak and crushed by the corrupt elites, geniuses buried by rich and corrupt elites. I hate it, I fucking hate how the world works.

This will not stand, I’ll save this world from myself….through my hand will Mankind truly prosper. But first, I must grow stronger. I got up and began reading books on science, to me Magick and Science are two sides of the same coin. I’ll master them both.

Good? Evil? I reject and accept them both. If it means I can fix this broken world.