"Master Kamryn, can we really just leave him be? I—I mean, that's still a Visionary, won't He find a way to well escape? " One of the confessors spoke to me with such concern
It seem that these lowly confessor, doesn't even have a any Hint of trust.
"Hey, Look at me" Kamryn Pointed, "Am I some stupid shit for you?"
"N—No, I am sorry Master" The confessor, replied in such manner, that would not instigate the Master anymore.
"I am not like you, lapdogs, if the High Pontifex rules the entirety of Cathedral on the surface, Here in the catacombs, in this domain, I am god, understood?" he exclaimed, "Don't ever question my capabilities again"
Deep in Kamryn's thought—
Besides even an as Visionary, he wouldn't be able to escape at all, He's bound by the Counter-spell Medallion, It was state of the art, Kamryn thought with still a little sense of doubt, It was personally delivered to my by some people I knew from a very Skilled Artiste from the Empire.
As if to reassure himself, Kamryn added,
"Even if He did escaped, I'll just deal with Him, the bitch is already in such state he couldn't even think of how to take a shit" Kamryn Boasted.
*KAKAKAKAKAKA
Kamryn and the Confessor continued to, chatter away as they descent more in the depths of the catacombs.
after reaching a familiar door, Kamryn ordered one of the Confessors in such an arrogant matter
"Hey, leave, Now and don't disturb, Don't ask me anything or tell me something unless it was an order directly from His Highness, Oh— This time I would be very loud so make sure that no noise will reach the tom chambers, I don't want some of those stupid Ministry sniffing of my playground"
"Yes my lord" The confessor replied, as leaving in haste.
Now let's see what can we do to play more...
"Well how about checking if there is a progress in His spectra, or if His mind gave up already I'll just play with Him more"
I'll make sure you'll never see even an inch of the black-sun
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Later that day...
I—I can't believe it, How the hell is he resisting the counter-spell, it was supposed even the high level Horrors, I was told even the Pontifex would have a hard time...
"That moment, I felt true fear for the first time, not from the failed counter-spell, or the fact that a Visionary is resisting its restraints, its not just a question of who, but a question of Intention, because Never in my Whole life, Have I seen someone resist this much power, and stare directly down my soul"
His gaze, it was Different, It doesn't incite fear or command, it's Pressure, overwhelming pressure—
It's Insanity.
As Kamryn cowl in a Corner from the sudden fear, what Happened shocked him even more, because this very guy, the guy He meant to torture, Right now is staring at him, as if it was two people, as if it had to souls, two demons, hiding in each other's shadow.
"Calm down, Kamryn, you didn't have this position for 22 INDEX for nothing, I've dealt with this people before, the People that Think they can brute force everything... "
There was even one time, where a Bloodhound with an unbelievable physic tried to push His way, using a collar style counter-spell, in the end the shit-head—well, lost his head.
I'll just need to Increase the output, amplify the effects, not even A visionary would be able to resist such Electrocution, It's practically a Death Penalty at this point
*KAKAKAKAKAKAK—
*HUgh Kamryn gasp in fear
It was so fast, it didn't occur to him that it was even Possible,
That very man, Broke every rational thought, every rule of sanity, He broke out, not by conventional methods but by something never seen before.
That Man willingly tore His hands and feet out of bind, then regenerated it in few seconds as if... it was just nothing, as if it was just as simple as breathing.
Then—
*SKHRKATTTT
The atmosphere felt extremely heavy, and with a force He cannot see, He was pushed back in the corner, into the very walls that He called, His Kingdom, the very walls that fueled the ego, The ego of the self proclaimed god... the mortal.
And before He can begin to comprehend, such phenomenon.
"Pain surged, no it exploded, Every part of my Body screamed, it was agonizing, I want to shout, by my lungs stopped working, I wanted to cry but tears dried physically, I want to speak but my mouth was torn and disfigured, this moment I realized"
"I'M THE PREY, NOT THE PREDATOR"
I want to beg, for mercy, I want to beg for forgiveness... but I can't, as if I was stripped of my Humanity
"I'm Sorry, I was arrogant, I was unguided, I—I don't want to die" He thought
as I was about to faint, I felt a sudden sharp sting, as if my body was fighting, resisting, rebuilding, out of my own consent, as if being assaulted, the same way He did to his victims
Then His, internal monologue shifted to anger and disbelief
"NO!!! STOPP!!!, ENOUGHH, YOU BASTARD, I CAN'T BEAR THE PAIN ALL OVER AGAIN, ENOUGH, ENOUGH, ENOUGH, ENOUGH, ENOUGH, ENOUGH"
He roared in His Head as he endured the pain of every men, women, and children—
The weep of the once living, and THE SONG OF DYING.