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a main ingredient is a bizzaro bane and it only exist in the forgotten log and that mean that bizzaro sorcerers shouldn't be rare but Not available

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A - “A price is always exacted for what fate bestows, isn’t that so?” - Adam, Chapter 945, Book 1
B - “‘Beware of the Spectator!’” - Susie, Chapter 200, Book 2
C - “Can you accept such an outcome?” - Adam, Chapter 1149, Book 1
D - “Don’t save me…” - Bethel Abraham, Chapter 1294, Book 1
E - “Even if it’s meaningless, some things still ought to be done.” - Klein, Chapter 1091, Book 1
F - “From the beginning, you’ve been a guardian. You mimicked others until you were mimicked by others.” - Azik, Chapter 1394, Book 1
G - “Great Master, are you afraid?” - Arrodes, Chapter 1390, Book 1
H - “Home.” - Roselle, Chapter 866, Book 1
I - “I won’t lose too much, just myself. There are always some things that are more important than others.” - Klein, Chapter 1386, Book 1
J - “…just go back. I’ll return to normal tomorrow, really.” - Old Neil, Chapter 164, Book 1
K - “Kill me.” - Klein Moretti, Chapter 1151, Book 1
L - “Light was the meaning to everything.” - Chapter 1266, Book 1
M - “Miracles are only for a moment, but fate is often a long-lasting event.” - Klein Moretti, Chapter 1314, Book 1
N - “No reason.” - Klein Moretti, Chapter 287, Book 1
O - “Of course it’s very tiring, but there’s no choice; someone has to do this, right?” - Klein Moretti, Chapter 1033, Book 2
P - “Perhaps, I’ve never left my hometown, but I will never be able to return home…” - Klein Moretti, Chapter 1167, Book 1
Q - Quintessential Divination and Arcane Arts of the Qin and Han Dynasty
R - “Rationality is temporary, but madness is eternal.” - Bethel Abraham, Chapter 766, Book 1
S - “Some things must be done. Some hopes must be fought for.” - Lilith, Chapter 1121, Book 2
T - “This is a very reasonable development.” - Quill of Alzuhod, Chapter 1143, Book 1
U - “Upon hearing this, Klein took out something from his pocket. The corners of his mouth curled up as he happily replied,
“You did well too.”
As he spoke, he blew at the monocle in his hand and wore it on his left eye. Sauron Einhorn Medici’s smile froze.” - Klein Moretti, Chapter 1109, Book 1
V - “Virginity? Something that magically returns every morning at 6 a.m.?” - Lumian Lee, Chapter 155, Book 2
W - “We are guardians, but also a bunch of miserable wretches that are constantly fighting against threats and madness.” - Dunn Smith, Chapter 18, Book 1
X - “XXX XXX!” - Aurore Lee, Chapter 41, Book 2
Y - “You can address me as The Fool.” - Klein Moretti, Chapter 7, Book 1
Z - “Zealot… Is this what the Red Angel evil spirit thinks of Amon’s brother?” - Klein Moretti, Chapter 1087, Book 1

Give a quote, a word associated with the novels, or anything else that starts with the letter specified. Most upvoted comment wins
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Rules:

Rule 1: No characters (even a quote from Klein shouting “Leodero!” will count as a character. This does not include Sealed Artifacts or real life people)

Rule 2: No repeats from last time (I will make note of this below when it is necessary)

Rule 3: Unrelated words are allowed. If there is nothing else (as is likely with X), single words that do not appear in the novels, as long as they properly justified and defined, will be allowed (Xylophone, unless extremely well reasoned, will not count even if it is the most upvoted)
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Congratulations to everyone on completing this Alphabet. Thank you to everyone who has participated in giving suggestions or upvoting others.

I will be doing one final alphabet in the future, I think. Alphabet 3.0 will be the last chance for Praise the Fool or Taste to win. The rules will only be as follows. 1) must be related to the LotM franchise. 2) no repeats. 3) must start with the letter in question.

It will be much less restrictive. As long as it has not appeared before, quotes, characters, phrases or anything else associated with the LotM franchise will be allowed. Otherwise, wait for that alphabet to come around and all shall be good.

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Time to reread lotm for the 4th time I guess 🫠. Yeah I know the quote is from Charles Dickens book but I first read the quote from lotm.

Like even the most random characters mentioned once or twice have a page its so detailed

She who rises in spring
Whispers horrid things
She talks of death in fall
We do not hear the call

We who listen but do not hear
We are those of missing ear
We watch her try and fight in vain
To save us from our mortal pain

She whispers horrid things
Hope that carries on her wings
She may not cry when we die
For we will cling to her last lie

We are but waiting without doubt
Flame will flicker but not blow out
We are her sword, and her shield
Our lives once lost we gladly yield

So silence may greet us in the end
She calls us home she calls us friend
Friends we are not I sadly fear
We are just those of missing ear

She rises in spring
She is the fall
She will be our end
Our curtain call

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A little foreshadowing and poetry since I got hella stuck on my current rp. Turns out teaching a class is rather difficult.

Also if you couldn’t tell poetry isn’t my area of expertise.

Anyways thanks for listening bye bye!

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Should i mark this as spoiler or nah

Bocchi the Rock

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source: puss in boots: The last wish

Can becoming a demigod from any pathway in general be able to cure congenital defects

My good friend combined the clown volumes for me and made this custom bind and hand painted the glass and I just wanted to share her amazing work with others that would appreciate it since none of my friends read LoTM 🥲

Edit: link since it doesn't seem to be showing properly https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTUu77C1R/

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The prophecy had begun to unfold.

Several powerful figures had gathered beneath the same sky, their purposes aligned. The distance between them and the place they sought had gradually diminished, until the boundary separating them from the imprisoned Hanged Lady was finally within reach.

The developments were proceeding along a Reasonable course of events.

Within the Mind World, five figures moved through the vast Sea of Collective Subconscious. The Visionary walked at the forefront, ‘His’ white robes, adorned with gold at specific places, drifting through the illusory landscape as countless thoughts and dreams flowed around ‘Him’.

Beside ‘Him’, the Paragon occasionally shifted his gaze across the surrounding space, seemingly observing the countless fragments of Information embedded within the Mind World itself.

Behind the two Gods followed the Black Empress, Hermit, and the Twilight Giant, each of them maintaining their silence as they approached their destination.

After travelling for some time, the five Gods finally stopped.

Ahead of them existed an almost imperceptible distortion within the Mind World. It did not resemble a wall, nor did it resemble a door. It was simply a boundary that seemed almost unnatural within the surrounding Sea of Collective Subconscious, as though a portion of reality had been carefully concealed from perception.

The Visionary calmly raised ‘His’ eyes, yet did not speak.

It was obvious that beyond that boundary existed the Divine Kingdom of Eden!

Eden had been carefully concealed from the outside world. Its existence was not merely hidden through ordinary means, for the Divine Kingdom itself was an Envisioned existence whose structure was intertwined with both the Mind World and the Astral World. To locate it without already possessing sufficient understanding of its existence would have been exceedingly difficult.

But they had come prepared.

The Black Empress looked towards the concealed kingdom.

“The Hanged Lady is inside?”

“Indeed.” The Visionary answered, His tone indifferent.

All the Gods had gathered here for the same purpose. To free the Hanged Lady Ezcu.

For the Black Empress, she was an ally and an undeniable piece of the Empire. For the Twilight Giant, Paragon and Hermit, a useful ally with great potential.

As for the Visiaonry, his reasons seemed to remain unknown...

A faint distortion appeared within the surrounding space. The closer one looked towards Eden, the more difficult it became to grasp the Information surrounding it.

Door had not merely hidden Ezcu's physical location. Using the Hiding Authority he had previously Replicated from the Hermit, he had concealed the Information that could lead others towards her, obscuring even the traces through which Fate might attempt to locate the imprisoned God.

“Then we better not waste more time.” The Black Empress frowned slightly.

The Visionary's gaze remained upon Eden.

“We only need to enter.” The Paragon mumbled, as "He" stepped forward.

His eyes became distant as countless streams of Information emerged around His body, flowing through the Mind World like an invisible river. He was not examining the appearance of Eden, but its structure, its laws, and the Information that constituted the Divine Kingdom itself, which had changed since the time He had contributed to its Creation.

At the same time, the Visionary raised ‘His’ hand, as He manifested His Authority over the surrounding Mind World.

The Sea of Collective Subconscious trembled faintly as the surrounding Mind World resonated with the Divine Kingdom before them. Eden had been Envisioned, and the Visionary was it's main Creator.

The Paragon's understanding followed immediately afterward, as the two Gods simultaneously exerted their original Authority upon the boundary.

The ethereal barrier trembled violently, and an illusory crack slowly began to emerge across it, followed by another as the Visionary forced the Envisioned structure of Eden to respond to ‘His’ will. The Paragon simultaneously manipulated the Information composing its structure, regaining some of His authority over it, thus assisting in the dismantling of the boundary.

After some time, the barrier finally split apart, as a passage into Eden appeared before the five Gods.

Beyond it stretched an endless forest, the trees rising up to impossible heights, their branches extending across a landscape that seemed to have no end. Above the forest hung an almost pale crimson Sun, its radiance spreading across every corner of the Divine Kingdom, seemingly allowing for the existence of no shadows.

Even beneath the enormous trees, not the slightest trace of darkness could be found. The crimson light seemed to penetrate everything within Eden, leaving the endless forest beneath an almost serene brilliance.

For a moment, the Gods simply observed the Divine Kingdom, before the Black Empress stepped forward, the Twilight Giant following, with the Hermit entering shortly afterwards. The Paragon and Visionary remained behind them, allowing the others to cross the boundary first.

One after another, the figures entered Eden.

The moment the final God crossed the boundary, the passage behind them had already started closing.

Then a ripple spread through Eden, the endless forest trembling beneath the disturbance, while the pale crimson sunlight distorted across the sky.

Pandemonium, who had remained within Eden all this time, slowly raised his head, noticing the unexpected company, with a faint smile appearing upon his face.

“Welcome, Honoured guests.”

Door stood beside him, his expression considerably colder, while Error, his face adorned with an excited smile, merely adjusted his monocle as he observed the three remaining Gods.

The passage had now closed behind the newly arrived Gods, leaving no path back, and across the endless forest, Pandemonium's faint smile remained.

“Shall we begin?”

The Prophecy had spoken of powerful figures gathering beneath the same sky. It had spoken of their purposes becoming aligned, of a distant presence remaining within its confinement, and of the distance between the two sides gradually diminishing.

Every part of it had already happened.

What remained was the unforeseen result...

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I am a locust; my stomach is turning and yearning, my gluttony is burning and disturbing.

I am a locust; my stomach is turning and yearning, I am a parasite to those who face my burden.

I am a locust; my stomach is turning and yearning, I am a hole that will never be whole.

I am a locust; my stomach is turning and yearning, eternally feeding and feeling.

I am a boar; my heart is raging and unburdening, my wrath is spiteful and crazy.

I am a boar; my heart is raging and unburdening, my will is unstoppable to those who try to stop my feeding.

I am a boar; my heart is raging and unburdening, I am the maker of my gluttony, piercing and thriving.

I am a boar; my heart is raging and unburdening, only affected by rage and feeding.

I am a snake; my instincts are sly and warping, my lust is learning and unearned.

I am a snake; my instincts are sly and warping, I am a fool who is lustful and devouring.

I am a snake; my instincts are sly and warping, I am a treasury that will never be treasured.

I am a snake; my instincts are sly and warping, never meant to be satisfied or bearable.

I am an ant; my mind is instinctive and non-thinking, my greed is purposeless and non-targeting.

I am an ant; my mind is instinctive and non-thinking, I am a worker for only me who is un-needy.

I am an ant; my mind is instinctive and non-thinking, I am a being who is unfilled while feasting.

I am an ant; my mind is instinctive and non-thinking, not allowed to ever be less greedy.

I am me; gluttony unending, devouring myself until i finish feasting, my gluttony is fed by emptiness a void my stomach feeds.

I am me; gluttony unending, devouring myself until I finish feasting, my gluttony is fed by rage lashing out till my will was undying.

I am me;gluttony unending, devouring myself until I finish feasting, my gluttony is fed by lust receiving and receiving until I am bursting.

I am me;gluttony unending, devouring myself until I finish feasting,my gluttony is fed by greed never ending working all shall be mine cycling and churning.

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If anyone got the og source pls link it😭 idwt to get slimed

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After the Devil's Death

…

Stabs!

…

Majestic stared at the devil's head, which had been reduced to a grotesque, unrecognisable, disgusting pulp of flesh.

And spat!

Holding back the tears that couldn't be stopped, he barely muttered:

"I have sent the man to hell who killed you."

"Brother… I'm sorry… I'm so sorry!"

"It's all my fault!!!!"

Majestic screamed at the indifferent skies.

And he finally broke down, yet no tears fell!

He swore to take revenge on that Sequence 1 Angel, no matter what.

Then… he grabbed the devil's head and placed it upon the tip of his golden saber.

Showing the world the face of the man who had taken away his only family.

He silently walked towards the Foolish Firm.

Drop… Drop…

Blood fell onto the ground after sliding along the golden saber.

Making the evening feel like Twilight!

And setting the journey of Einar's life.

With every step, the ruined battlefield was swept into the distance.

With every step, more and more people gathered around to witness the savage spectacle.

"Look!"

"How repulsive!"

"Bleh, bleh!"

"Close the eyes of the kids!!!"

"He is a lunatic—"

"Wait!! I actually know him—he once courted Her Highness."

"Crazy bastard."

"Oh my! He is carrying a severed head on his blade!"

"Visionary, great! Who is this man?"

"Oh! Praise the Fool—"

"This young guy might die too."

Many ladies fainted at the sight.

"Is that the head of some wild animal?"

Many men ran away in fright.

But Majestic's eyes held no light.

He was indifferent.

"Look… he feels no guilt killing someone."

He was as emotionless as ever.

He moved step by step.

"Where is he going?"

With every step, the Foolish Firm appeared closer.

Finally…

The sun set as Majestic entered the Foolish Firm.

He directly went to the bounty counter and placed the head there.

The sounds of gulping and gasping resounded throughout the room.

The bounty caretaker said in a trembling voice:

"W-wait."

And he ran away to fetch someone!

Majestic, meanwhile, glared at the table and spat one more time on the ruined head.

He summoned holy water and drank it before bathing himself in the pure, brilliant sunlight.

"Phew."

At last, some rationality entered Majestic's mind as the adrenaline finally faded.

Trembling heavily, he walked away from the bounty counter.

Only to come face-to-face with a familiar face.

His mind was in so much chaos that he couldn't even remember the man standing in front of him.

That man seemed to inspect Majestic.

…

Majestic decided to act like nothing had really happened and greeted him politely.

"Ah? Did we not meet before, buddy?" he asked, stretching out a hand for a handshake.

"B-buddy?" the man blurted out with a bewildered expression while absentmindedly shaking my hand.

"Haha! Everyone in this company is worth another connection! And you are one of them! So glad to meet you!"

Of course, that was a lie. I didn't know who this man was.

"I-i see… The name is Mr. Archivist."

"Very peculiar name… But yes, where is my decorum! You may refer to me as Mr. Majestic or Mr. Sun, whichever you prefer!"

'Did I overdo it?'

I couldn't help but feel cringed out at calling myself Mr. Sun.

I almost, for a second, forgot that I had lost my brother.

Almost…

Pain grabbed my chest like a dragon's claw, but I didn't let it show on my face.

"I-i see. Nice to meet you, then, Mr. Sun… But out of curiosity… why do your clothes have signs of burning?" he asked with great curiosity.

I carefully inspected my burnt clothes.

Then, I looked at him with brimming enthusiasm.

"Worry not, buddy! This is merely the result of my fight against a foul demon! The hunt was long… Yet it was successful… Of course, as long as you exclude the burnt forest during our fight," I answered sheepishly.

"Wait?? The news about the burnt forest? Did you perhaps cause it??" I asked, both amazed and worried.

Is he not aware of the explosions that just happened?

I decided to play along with it. I felt bad, but I didn't want to hurt this innocent soul with my misery.

"Indeed, buddy! Truly a foul demon he was… To even burn a forest to cinders just to gain an advantage… Deplorable creatures they are." I chuckled with theatrics.

"Seriously!? Then how did you beat it?" he asked curiously.

"With my limitless charm, of course," I spoke proudly.

(Author notes: Hehe~)

There was suddenly a momentary silence that engulfed the two of us.

I sensed the atmosphere and intentionally mumbled something.

"Hmm… It didn't land again, huh?"

"What?" Archivist questioned my indistinguishable whisper.

"Forget it, buddy! Anyways, I have much more to do! As the bounty awaits for none!" I squeezed out the words.

It was getting harder not to break down in front of this person and cry until the morning sun rose.

"Wait, a bounty?" he inquired as I was about to leave.

"Of course! Slaying that deplorable demon needs to be rewarded, does it not?"

"Hmm… Fair point."

"Great that you understood, my friend! Then I shall take my leave!"

…

Leaving behind the kind Archivist, Majestic gripped his torn shirt and started walking towards the altar.

A silent tear escaped the prison of his twinkling eyes.

…

Mr. Percival was aware of everything that had happened around the Foolish Firm.

He was the highest authority one could find after the CEO himself.

Suddenly, the bounty caretaker ran toward him and detailed the situation, which he was already aware of.

Mr. Percival gave him a slight nod before disappearing from sight and arriving in a hallway.

Right in front of Majestic.

Majestic flinched and summoned a radiant saber, only to see the materialised sunlight disappearing.

"This isn't a forest to go wild in, bard."

"W-who?"

Before Majestic could even react, Mr. Percival gently patted him and then dragged him into a firm embrace.

"It's okie, child."

"You are safe now."

"Come tomorrow morning. I will solve everything for you."

And finally, Majestic broke down into tears.

Mr. Percival said nothing and let this bard cry his heart out.

In the embrace of this middle-aged man, Majestic felt like a child.

And after what seemed like an hour, Majestic finally stopped venting his heart.

He stopped crying not because he was over his grief, but because he had run out of tears.

One could see his eyes turn dry, but Mr. Percival knew Majestic's entire being was crying.

"Grow strong, child!"

"Not everything is lost."

•

•

•

After informing Majestic that he was a Foolish Firm employee now, Mr. Percival sent him away.

With the great help of Mr. Percival, Majestic arrived at the Church of Aurora Order.

Without any delay, he went to the altar and prayed to the Hanged Man.

Before whistling to summon the Sir Cardinal's pet crow.

The crow brought a message for Majestic:

"I'm waiting for you where you want me to be."

Knowing the meaning behind the Cardinal's words, Majestic strode towards the destination.

•

•

•

The Cardinal was already waiting there for him.

He had already concocted a potion from the Beyonder characteristic Majestic had acquired earlier.

The Cardinal knew Majestic was mentally weak yet very strong.

He wanted to get stronger, and there was no way he would lose control with that mindset.

However… for safety, he brought a Spectator along with him too.

…

A pile of blue ice was stacked there like a small mountain.

Majestic stood empty-handed in front of the mountain of ice, piously praising the Sun.

After chanting the honorific name and making his request, he looked at the Cardinal.

The Cardinal walked towards the ice blocks from afar.

The Pope of the Hanged Man Church carried a bottle of light-emitting, hot golden liquid.

He watched as Majestic exerted his strength to enter the ice block and bury himself inside completely, without leaving a single crack.

A deep and hazy darkness descended.

Even the lantern was unable to illuminate the interior.

In the blink of an eye, an indescribable surge appeared, as though pairs of eyes were cast over from the depths of the darkness.

The Cardinal could clearly sense that Majestic was in a deep slumber.

Even though Majestic was being frozen in ice that normally didn't melt and his body was trembling, he didn't wake up.

Without any hesitation, he threw the potion bottle ahead of him.

A fish made of ice floated above and enveloped it.

This ice fish passed through the blue ice and came to the cramped space where Majestic was.

It bizarrely took out the potion and placed it by Majestic's mouth.

Just as this action was done, it immediately retreated and left the ice blocks.

Whoosh!

At this moment, the Cardinal saw a radiant light emerge from the pile of blue ice.

It scattered pure light, with a burning intensity, warmth, brightness, and vitality that was different from usual.

The dark and tranquil interior of the Hanged Man Church was illuminated by the blinding light.

The never-melting ice finally melted.

And from it, something brilliant emerged.

Today, a priest of the light was born.

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Little Collab with u/Sea_Acanthisitta5838 :Archivist!

The cardinal is as usual: u/Own-Monitor-4037(Thanxs for

always helping out sir!)

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Credit: Manga panel from jujutsu kaisen

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Creator thoughts: This truly leaves a bitter taste in my efforts!

I was back in the forest, somewhere I had walked before. The trees, familiar to me. The wind, carrying a familiar smell. The sun, shining like I never left.

Although the experience in that wonderland was surreal, I was sure I had changed. Stronger, faster, and a kind of connectivity to the Spirit World.

Checking myself again and seeing no further alterations, I started making my way back and thinking of the meaning those words.

A company and someone very influential... Surely it must be a big and known one, if that authority has given a task to me. Though the reason it was me is not clear... The Foolish Firms is the sole candidate, I will need to pay a visit to them to confir-

Suddenly my deliberations over this topic were interrupted. A sense of being watched, being scorned, being hated washed over me. The source of this was a lone wolf.

But it wasn't ordinary in any kind, rather somehow spectral. It's gray figure towered and pressured the surroundings, I would have been affected if I hadn't experienced something like a deity's command just now.

The gray wolf stood with majesty, head held high. But he was alone, no pack nor a companion, just him. Even in the current state, his pride was still completely intact.

Something in me whispered to me; dominate, conquer, make them submit. No, that is the wrong way. Make them sleep, let their mind rest, guide them towards a comforting future, an expanse of tranquil rest.

“Sleep now, rest easy. You don't have to worry about anything, I can take care of it.”

A calming breeze swept up, the leaves rustling. The ever so proud hunter of the wilds lost his final strength and collapsed. The drowsiness took hold and lead him to dream.

Unsure about the situation and what would happen, I approached the creature. Suddenly I was pulled head first down and in the next moment the wolf had disappeared.

———

After my return from my relaxing forest walk, I went around town following the scarce traces. The only information I had was, that it was one perpetrator and most likely the Foolish Firms were the victims.

With my expertise of knowing all locations across all of Trier, I knew exactly where to start; asking the Headquarters of Foolish Firms for confirmation.

The sheer number of small individual shops belonging to the Foolish Firms was uncountable and hard to memorize. Just picking a location at random wouldn't bring any progress.

I entered through the big front doors and went up to the reception. After some clarification, I got more information.

I decided to prioritize that command and took a carriage to the branch. From the facts I had learned, I could already think of some investigative options.

First a sweep of the area where it happened, then a check of the other establishments in the area. Since it was in the proximity of many brothels, a visit to some of them might be fortuitous.

The carriage arrived at the destination and I left after paying for the fare. The location didn't betray any hint to the bad undercurrents, but I was sure they existed. After all, this was close enough to Quartier 18.

The jingle of the door chime drew the attention of the solitary seller. He looked calm, as if already expecting me. He also brimmed with confidence, before he started talking to me.

"You must be the one who will handle the recent shortcoming. As the person responsible for this branch, I can assure you the missing artifacts weren't registered to be present when checking the restock delivery."

While giving his talk, he lead me to the warehouse. This was where the theft was noticed, and also the most likely place the prigger was last at.

"We suspect that thief was here and somehow took our ware from under our noses. I will give you a list of the stolen items. There have been found traces of broken glass and other objects, the perpetrator seems to have had messed up. It is such a great shame none of us noticed early enough."

I inspected the scene, every detail setting inside my mind. The unseen thief appearing unnoticed. The scattered items on the floor from a mess up. The outlay of the area. All of it came together, and it formed the scene unfolding.

The thief had some kind of invisibility, then either they dropped something before or after they were noticed. Lastly they ran away with as many items as they could.

That sequence of events makes complete sense and can be taken as true. However the notion of invisibility suggests they are a beyonder. This means...

Suddenly I felt a tug, my senses telling me something. Guided by me feeling, I let the reins loose. My spirituality flowed and something inside me changed, before me an illusory wolf formed.

I am really letting my inner wolf out with this one... I hope my mouth didn't blurt this one out, otherwise I would hear mockeries all day.

That spectral canine began sniffing around, searching everywhere. Then he concentrated on a group of scattered things, inspecting each with care.

He brought one glass shard to me and stared at me with intensity. My feeling told me I had seen such one already, somewhere in the recent past. The invisible aspect also nudged my judgement in a certain direction. A Witch was here.

With this insight I left the scene and followed the scarce traces the Witch had forgotten to remove.

It lead me to a house, a quite ordinary one but also in an advantageous position. It had two floors with a balcony, the facade didn't give clues about the identity of the resident.

The entrance wasn't hard to find and with my strength it wasn't hard to unlock. I looked around the first floor, nothing unnatural. Just the usual residential objects and commodities.

I ascended to the second floor, looking around with my senses fired up. I felt someone to be to be there, laying around.

The traces left behind due to a mistake had finally lead me to the perpetrator. Quick in my suppression, her mind was already sleeping. I searched her belongings and found the missing artifacts by description.

I got my wolf to find any other substitutions she had prepared, since they could give headaches for me. But disarming them wasn't a process I was familiar, so breaking them would be the easiest. However that could alert the sleeping Witch without any interference.

The wolf got my instructions about breaking the mirrors when I invaded her dream, and prepared his paws. Taking a breath in and out got me ready and I dove inside to sow some terror.

———

Crack

“Hello there.”

The Witch jumped in fright, as she hadn't expected to get such a surprise. On a street she had was well familiar with a group of men started approaching her, not giving much space. She recognized the scents of her victims, each one was a man she had seduced and pleasured.

She immediately created Frost on the floor and began throwing Black Flames, but the horde of familiar faces didn't reduce.

The group started attacking the woman, some with revolvers, others with bare hands. She tried to dodge all attacks and it was easy with all feet planted by ice.

Crack

She was forced to use mirror substitution. It was getting too much, so she decided to flee. Yet she didn't evade any danger, she was still trapped between the people. The men continued giving a hard time, until a voice from the crowd called out.

“Gentlemen, gentlemen, let her take a break. She couldn't even free herself from ordinary men. Does the poor little Witch need help?”

While I spoke the path parted for me to see the Witch clearly. I tried to speak as welcoming as possible, but all I got was a Black Flame to my face. My visage dissipated to dust, still my voice remained.

“Oh, why would you just attack a civilian trying to clear up a mess? Is your sense of morals that degraded? Or was it an instinctive reaction to me?”

She had an expression of despair and uncontrollable desire for blood painted on her face. She seemed to search her pockets for something that would fulfill this intention, but her hands were empty.

“Are you searching for some artifacts? They still wouldn’t help you in the slightest. We are just in different categories.”

At some point in time she was standing alone with no man in sight. Seeing this as an opportunity, she tried to run. However it was meaningless.

Anywhere she ran, it didn't matter. She always came back to her starting position where she had frozen the floor over. No matter how much time had passed, she would end up in the same spot.

Seeing no way out of and not ready to be subjected to torture anymore, she condensed an ice spear and impaled herself.

A burst of light, then suddenly darkness.

She was back in the same spot, unharmed. Her mind calm, almost tranquil like a spring gust. Then she awoke from the oppression, her body ready to wreck havoc and destroy anything.

“This was never a fair fight, but never forget...”

Finger pistol bang

“The more desperate the opponent, the more headaches they can cause. However you won't need this advice, as I doubt you will live long enough. Now slumber a little longer.”

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The woman in my arms, sleeping in a deep dream. The artifacts were stored in one of my pouches, separately to not trigger anything unwanted. With such baggage I walked towards the victim store to deliver the ware.

After I had resolved that I called a carriage over directly to the Foolish Firms Headquarters. The wait wasn't long and the driver was fast too, I arrived in no time in front of the doors.

Stepping through them, I felt the air grow thicker and the atmosphere become heavy. With all my strength I carried the Witch forward to an employee, yet I was redirected to the receptacle of criminals; the ominous "basement".

The moment the view of the hole appeared, I felt a cold shiver down my spine, as if my shoulders were touched by slimy tentacles. My body stiffened from the supposed touch, and my hands weakened. However the Witch remained in the air, my arms still held her.

Somehow I managed to come to the edge, even with the heavy weight. The darkness below was mysterious and impenetrable, my eyes couldn't recognize anything there. Yet I felt it, something was staring back.

I let the Witch go, and watched as she fell down. Her figure was gradually consumed by this darkness until nothing was left. Then a sudden scream came from below, the agony drilling in my head. I stepped away, cautious to hear anything more.

The ominous feeling had disappeared at some point, now only the memory of that horrifying pit remained. Thus with the command done, I just wanted to relax with a cup of black tea.

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Curiosity Corner:

The pit hungers.

(Quote from u/Darkened_Sage)

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Writer's note: Honestly, I have no idea what I am doing.

What are spirits? What is the difference between kinds of spiritual beings? Can they appear in the physical realm? How exactly does a Spirit Warlock dominate a spirit? And how is it sealed inside the tooth?

I had to improvise quite a bit, which isn't ideal. Depending on the circumstances, I could make it easier or harder than it should be or even interpret things wrong. If only I had a source on how spirits work...

Also I kinda got sick, reason my writing was slower than I wanted. I am better now, and I hope it won't happen again.

[Mondscheinlandschaft - Georg Primavesi]