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0:00I discovered dark magic a few years ago
0:02thanks to my grandmother. She was a
0:05very solitary woman, one of those
0:07people who seemed to have learned to
0:09live perfectly well without needing
0:11anyone's company. My mother, on the
0:14other hand, seemed to loathe her.
0:16Whenever she spoke of her, she did so
0:18with a strange mix of annoyance and
0:20contempt, as if behind every word of my
0:21grandmother there was something she
0:23didn't want to remember. She said she
0:26was strange, cold, and had customs that
0:28weren't normal. I never understood
0:31exactly what she meant. Even so, she
0:34was my grandmother and every now and
0:36then I had to visit her. I hated going.
0:39Her house was gloomy, even during the
0:41day. From the outside, it didn't seem
0:44to have anything particularly strange.
0:46It was an old building with worn-out
0:48walls and a garden that hadn't received
0:51proper care in years. But as soon as I
0:54crossed the door, I felt something
0:56change. The air became different. I
0:59didn't know how to explain it as a
1:01child. It was as if inside that house,
1:03the world worked a little slower. The
1:06sounds from outside disappeared and
1:08silence seemed to occupy every corner.
1:11The old furniture creaked even when no
1:13one touched it, and there was a
1:15permanent smell of damp wood, dust, and
1:17something harder to identify, similar
1:20to burnt candles. The strangest thing
1:22was the cold. My grandmother didn't
1:25have air conditioning, yet inside it
1:27was always unbearably cold. It could be
1:30infernally hot outside, but just
1:32stepping inside was enough to make my
1:34skin crawl. I remember more than once
1:37rubbing my arms while my mother talked
1:39to her, wondering how it could be
1:41possible for a house to be so cold. I
1:44never received an explanation. On those
1:47few visits, I used to sit in an
1:49armchair next to her bookshelf. It was
1:51a huge piece of furniture, made of dark
1:53wood, almost black from the years. It
1:56was full of books of different sizes,
1:59some so old that their covers were
2:01cracked and had bent corners. Many were
2:04covered by a fine layer of dust that
2:06seemed to indicate they hadn't been
2:08opened in a very long time. I felt an
2:11enormous curiosity for them and my
2:13grandmother knew it. Every time I tried
2:16to take one, she would hit my hand. No,
2:19that was all she would say. She never
2:21explained to me why. At first, it just
2:24annoyed me. Over time, I started to
2:27feel a certain resentment toward her. I
2:30didn't understand what could be so
2:32special about simple books that she
2:33wouldn't even let me touch them. But
2:36ironically, her prohibitions only
2:38managed to increase my curiosity. So, I
2:42started to wait. I took advantage of
2:44every time my grandmother sat down to
2:46eat with the rest of the family. While
2:48everyone was distracted talking, I
2:50would quietly get up from the armchair
2:52and take one of the books. Some were
2:55written in languages I didn’t
2:57understand. There were pages full of
2:59symbols, drawings of human figures
3:01surrounded by circles, animals I
3:03didn’t recognize, and geometric
3:05shapes that seemed to repeat from one
3:07page to the next. There were also
3:10illustrations of candles, containers,
3:12amulets, and objects that seemed to
3:14have been used in strange ceremonies. I
3:17didn't understand what I was seeing,
3:19but the images made it quite clear what
3:21it was all about. Spells, rituals,
3:24symbols, invocations, and things that,
3:27even as a child, I knew I probably
3:30shouldn't be reading. Even so, I would
3:34remain mesmerized in front of those
3:36pages. There was something hypnotic
3:38about them and that rush of adrenaline
3:40from doing something you were forbidden
3:41to do. The words I could manage to
3:45understand spoke of things that seemed
3:47impossible: altering small things at
3:48will, communicating with that which was
3:50beyond what humans could perceive,
3:52protecting oneself from certain
3:54presences, and even obtaining favors in
3:56exchange for offering something. I
3:59didn't understand the conditions, and I
4:01wasn't interested in them either. As a
4:04child, the idea of being able to do
4:05anything just by knowing the right
4:07words seemed fascinating to me. I
4:11thought magic was like any other
4:13knowledge, that it was enough to learn
4:15it, that if something went wrong, I
4:17could simply stop doing it. It never
4:20occurred to me that some knowledge
4:22could have consequences, even after
4:24closing the book. Over the years, that
4:28curiosity didn't disappear; it grew
4:30larger. A few years later, when I was
4:33already a teenager, my grandmother
4:35passed away from respiratory failure
4:37while she was completely alone in her
4:40room. The funeral was brief and poorly
4:42organized. The atmosphere was heavy,
4:44uncomfortable. Everyone seemed to want
4:46to get it over with as soon as possible
4:48. The strange thing was that I didn't
4:51see anyone cry, not even my mother. I
4:53don't know why, but that ended up
4:55making me feel even worse for also not
4:57feeling particularly bad. During the
5:01funeral, I couldn't stop thinking about
5:03the house, the shelf, the books, and,
5:05above all, all those things my
5:07grandmother had never wanted to explain
5:09to me. The house was inherited by her
5:12first daughter, who immediately decided
5:14to sell it along with everything
5:15related to the witchcraft my
5:17grandmother used. This was my last
5:20chance. While pretending to help take
5:22all the objects out of the house, I
5:24looked for anything I could take
5:26without anyone noticing. In the end, I
5:28took a couple of those books and hid
5:30them under my clothes to take them to
5:32my mother's car. No one noticed. I
5:36didn't know exactly what I was stealing
5:38, but I knew that if I left those books
5:40behind, I would probably never have
5:42access to them again. From then on,
5:45something began that over time turned
5:48into an obsession. Every night I read a
5:51few pages. I tried to compare the
5:53symbols, memorize words, and understand
5:56the parts written in languages I didn't
5:58know. Some pages seemed contradictory,
6:02others spoke of consequences in such an
6:04ambiguous way that I didn't know if
6:06they were real warnings or just old
6:09superstitions. But the more I read, the
6:12more I wanted to know. Months passed,
6:15then a year, then another. For a couple
6:18of years, I studied those two books in
6:20secret, convinced that sooner or later
6:23I would find something that really
6:25worked. And finally, I found it. Or at
6:28least, that's what I thought. It was a
6:30simple spell compared to the others. It
6:34didn't seem to require much, and from
6:36what I could understand, its purpose
6:38was to cause a small, momentary effect.
6:41I tried it one night. I remember the
6:43silence of my room perfectly. I
6:46remember the pages open in front of me.
6:49I remember repeating the words with the
6:51same pronunciation I had practiced for
6:54weeks, never giving up despite all the
6:56times I tried, only to end in long,
6:58uncomfortable silences. And then it
7:01happened. The piece of paper I was
7:03holding in my hand began to burn in a
7:06totally unnatural way. For an instant,
7:09I stood completely still, watching as
7:10the flames consumed the paper between
7:12my fingers. Then I dropped it because
7:15of the surprise and the emotions
7:16flooding over me. Satisfaction surged
7:19through my entire body. After so many
7:21years, I had finally managed to make
7:24something from those books work. I
7:26smiled like an idiot. I never stopped.
7:29I kept going, and going, each time with
7:31bigger things. I burned some wooden
7:34objects. I managed to make a couple
7:36disappear and could do this more
7:38consistently. It encouraged me to try
7:40anything I read in that book. And that
7:42was when I found that spell to cause a
7:44strong, obsessive love in someone who
7:46doesn't love you back. I immediately
7:49thought of Jessica, my classmate. She
7:52was a beautiful woman, well-kept, and
7:54with an unimaginable body. A wonderful
7:56woman in every sense. I had never
7:59talked to her, I never felt capable,
8:01but I never lacked the desire every
8:03time I watched her after class, and at
8:06the end of the day, I was just going to
8:08make her look at me the same way I
8:10looked at her. Without forcing her to
8:12do anything. It only required something
8:15of hers, some of my blood, and an
8:16object to burn over it in
8:17representation of the desire. The next
8:20day, as soon as I arrived, I changed my
8:23seat to one behind her and, seeing her
8:25arrive as radiant as ever, I waited a
8:27good while until she was distracted.
8:31Then I used some small but sharp
8:32scissors to cut a lock of her hair that
8:33was sticking out from behind the chair
8:35she was sitting in. It was a small
8:38enough lock that she wouldn't have
8:40noticed. I put it in my bag along with
8:43the scissors and pretended that nothing
8:45had happened while I looked around to
8:47check that no one had seen me. I felt
8:50nervous, but just thinking about the
8:52results made me feel it was worth it.
8:55As soon as I got home, I locked myself
8:57in my room, turned off the lights, lit
8:59some candles, and tore out the page
9:01with that emotional subjection ritual.
9:04It came with the figure of the demon
9:06Asmodeus drawn on it, a crucial part of
9:08the ritual and a figure to whom I owe
9:10quite a lot if this actually works. I
9:13placed the locks and a piece of paper
9:15with Jessica's name on it, along with a
9:17razor I had saved. I made a large
9:19enough cut on my forearm for the blood
9:21to slide down, eventually dripping
9:23little by little onto Jessica's lock of
9:25hair. I tried to contain the pain by
9:29clenching my teeth hard, then I recited
9:31the spell that caused small objects to
9:33combust, burning the page with the
9:35figure of Asmodeus and immediately
9:37feeling a heavy vibe flooding the room.
9:40I felt as if everything around me had
9:42turned black and desolate. My eyes
9:45closed as if I had entered a trance,
9:47but I could still somehow see my
9:49surroundings perfectly. It was a
9:52sensation difficult to describe. Upon
9:55opening my eyes, I looked everywhere,
9:57feeling a cold like that of a freezer
9:59filling my room. As soon as I could
10:01react, I got up and didn't take long to
10:03clean up the scene. I covered the cut
10:06with a couple of bandages I had bought
10:08and simply waited. I felt strange. I
10:11never thought I would be capable of
10:13doing something of this style. I didn't
10:15really know if it was wrong, but I
10:16managed to avoid the subject and
10:18distract myself with something else
10:20throughout that day. It was the next
10:22morning when it happened. Jessica sat
10:24next to me. She looked at me several
10:26times until she started talking to me.
10:28I was stunned. I thought about the
10:31ritual and a smile took over my face.
10:34Seeing her up close was like being in a
10:35dream. When leaving class, she gave me
10:38her phone number in a casual, yet at
10:40the same time so loving way that it
10:42made me feel an uncontrollable emotion.
10:44I imagined my fantasies coming true,
10:47everything I had always wanted with her
10:49. The following three days were even
10:52more exciting. Jessica started setting
10:55her friends aside to prioritize me. We
10:58would sit together anywhere, and she
10:59would stare at me for long periods of
11:01time. Every day I would come home to
11:04dozens of messages from her, voice
11:06notes, memes, and conversations that
11:08could last for hours, but she also
11:10became increasingly dependent. If I
11:12didn't reply to her messages or took
11:14too long, she would get extremely upset
11:17. Even so, I was delighted. I had
11:20gotten exactly what I wanted. We
11:23started something like a relationship.
11:25I never really had the nerve to ask her
11:28directly. On a rainy night, around 9
11:31p.m., I was home alone when I heard
11:33loud banging on the front door. I
11:36thought my parents had arrived, but
11:38upon opening it, a stifled scream
11:40escaped my throat. It looked like
11:43Jessica. Her hair was completely
11:45disheveled and her makeup had run down
11:48her face. She was shaking in an almost
11:50inhuman way. Perhaps it was from the
11:53cold of having walked in the rain or
11:55something else. I didn't really care
11:58enough. The shadow of the porch barely
12:01allowed me to make out her face, except
12:03for her wide, exaggerated eyes. "Gael,
12:06no, you don't answer, you ignore me."
12:09Her voice was broken. I knew this was
12:12because I had left her on read for
12:14hours. I never thought she would take
12:16it this far. Jessica, why did you come
12:19here? Besides, I don't remember telling
12:22you where I live. She began to cry. Her
12:25crying was strange, distorted, almost
12:27like that of an animal. I took a step
12:30back. I'm sorry, I have to go, Jessica.
12:34And I closed the door. I locked it and
12:37ran to my room. I heard her screaming
12:39as she hit the door over and over again
12:41. The sound ended up being unbearable.
12:45I never thought I'd be afraid of the
12:46girl I wanted most. I put on my
12:49headphones, turned the volume up to the
12:51max, and lay in bed to ignore her until
12:53she left, like a damn coward. The next
12:57day, Jessica acted as if nothing had
12:59happened. She was smiling and as
13:01well-dressed as ever. She gave me gifts
13:03, drawings, and letters. It was nice,
13:06but I couldn't see her anymore. Still,
13:08after class, she wanted me to walk her
13:11home. When I refused, she threw a
13:13tantrum in front of the school. Tears
13:16began to run down her face. I know you
13:19don't love me. I tried to calm her down
13:21, but I couldn't. In the end, I only
13:23managed to convince her to leave. That
13:26same night, she started sending me
13:28photos on WhatsApp. They showed a lock
13:30of my own hair, some candles, and
13:33hearts drawn around it. I didn't know
13:36when she had gotten my hair. It was
13:38sick. I asked her why she had done
13:40something like that. She only replied,
13:42"I'm going to prove to you how much I
13:44love you." I immediately knew what she
13:47meant. For the first time, I felt real
13:50panic. I sent her messages. She didn't
13:53reply. I went downstairs and checked
13:55the house windows with paranoia. Then
13:57there was a knock at the door. The
13:59front door. This time I looked through
14:01the peephole. It was Jessica, even
14:03worse than the time before. Her arms
14:06were cut unevenly and blood had dripped
14:08onto the porch floor. Despite that, she
14:12kept pounding on the door. Gael, come
14:15out. I know you're in there. I know how
14:17much you want me. I want you too. Open
14:20the door. She repeated the same words
14:23over and over in exactly the same tone.
14:26I called the police. A patrol car
14:28arrived surprisingly quickly. Jessica
14:31tried to run away while screaming. Then
14:34I heard her screams fade into the
14:36distance. Only then did I have the
14:38courage to look out and see what was
14:40happening. I never knew exactly what
14:42happened to her. Through school rumors,
14:45I heard she ended up in a local
14:47psychiatric hospital. I preferred to
14:50leave it behind as an anecdote about a
14:52crazy ex-girlfriend. When I turned 22,
14:58that was when I started working at a
15:00call center. With adult life and that
15:04bad experience with my ex, I left all
15:06that stuff behind, leaving the books on
15:08a shelf to gather dust for a good while
15:10. Nowadays, I enjoy a very quiet life,
15:14an average salary, and several friends
15:16at work. I only have one problem. Larry
15:20, my miserable boss, has made it his
15:22mission to screw up my life every
15:24chance he gets. A couple of months ago,
15:27just as I was about to leave, he
15:29ordered me to work overtime. I called
15:32him an idiot, and he replied with a
15:34pretentious smile full of disgusting
15:36arrogance. Then, I'll have to
15:39reconsider whether you're really
15:40indispensable here or not. Also, ever
15:43since I joined the company and started
15:45getting along poorly with him, I
15:46started getting the worst clients.
15:49Hysterical ladies were the least I had
15:51to deal with every morning, and he
15:53always walks by me with that damn smile
15:55that makes my blood boil. Despite my
15:58consistently good work, he has never
16:01agreed to give me a promotion. He even
16:04laughs every time I go to ask him for
16:06one. Although the worst came later. I
16:08met a girl named Casandra. After
16:11Jessica, she was the breath of fresh
16:13air I needed. I met her through Tinder.
16:16Over text, she seemed like my ideal
16:18woman. She was a beauty, but besides
16:21that, she was a very busy girl, so
16:23planning a date took us longer than
16:25expected. Finally, she had a day off. A
16:29Friday morning. I had to work at that
16:33time, so swallowing my pride, I went to
16:35Larry's office to ask for the day off.
16:38I walked in and saw him smile as soon
16:40as I entered. I couldn't hide my
16:42annoyance no matter how hard I tried. I
16:44sat down in front of him and asked him
16:46in a way that was unusually serious for
16:49me. He seemed quite convinced, despite
16:52how much he made my life impossible,
16:53and surprisingly, he agreed. On
16:57Thursday night, he sent me a message
16:59ordering me to come in tomorrow due to
17:00corporate needs. With all the regret in
17:04the world, I let Cassandra know, who
17:06replied disappointed, to say the least,
17:08since we had no idea when we would be
17:10able to go on our date next. I called
17:13Larry immediately, barely controlling
17:15my frustration and helplessness. Hey,
17:18Larry, what is this? What do you mean
17:20you won't give me the day off anymore
17:22and you're telling me now? Yes, but you
17:24must understand that we need coverage.
17:26But you approved my day off. The
17:28company's needs change. Without another
17:32word, I hung up on him while clutching
17:34my head in frustration. That jerk has
17:36gotten away with it so many times. How
17:39many times must he have done this
17:41without suffering any consequences?
17:43After hours of thinking about something
17:45I could do, some way to pay him back
17:47and wipe that smile off his face, my
17:49eyes turned to the old shelf in my room
17:51. All the books were still there,
17:54including my grandmother's old books. I
17:57walked over to them, blowing the dust
17:59off them to start looking through the
18:01pages for a punishment that would be
18:03fair for someone like him. After
18:05searching for so long, I found one. The
18:08mourner's debt. It said that whoever
18:11has caused affliction shall know
18:12affliction, that their body shall
18:14remain inert while their will slowly
18:16withers away. I wasn't sure if I
18:19understood 100%what it meant, but it
18:21still sounded like a fair suffering to
18:23teach him a lesson. It was exactly what
18:27I needed. After so much time studying
18:30that strange language in the book, I
18:32realized that all the spells had a
18:34warning, one that demanded a mandatory
18:36sacrifice depending on the magnitude of
18:38each spell. I had used them excessively
18:41when I was young. It made me feel
18:44powerful to be able to perform those
18:46spells at will, but I never suffered
18:47any consequences for it by not
18:49sacrificing anything. Besides, after so
18:52much time without using it, I doubt it
18:54will be a problem to use it one last
18:56time just for this. I read it aloud
18:59while holding my blade before making a
19:01cut on my wrist and spilling drops of
19:03blood onto the page of the book. I
19:06watched it trickle down my arm in an
19:08almost mesmerizing way before coming to
19:10my senses and quickly running to
19:12bandage the wound. The next day, Larry
19:14arrived as usual, although from the
19:16moment he started his shift, something
19:18seemed off about him. He was pale,
19:21barely spoke, and seemed to have
19:22trouble even concentrating in front of
19:24the computer. Midway through the day,
19:27he had to get up from his desk and lock
19:29himself in the bathroom for a while.
19:31Nobody paid it much mind except for me.
19:34I was able to laugh in peace and do
19:36what I wanted without having to put up
19:38with him bothering me as always. The
19:40strange thing was that the next day he
19:42didn't show up, nor the next, nor the
19:44one after that. For the following two
19:47weeks, his name kept appearing on the
19:49schedules, but his seat remained empty.
19:52I didn't ask about him. I didn't want
19:55to raise suspicions and, honestly, I
19:57didn't care much either. Until one
20:00afternoon, while waiting for a call to
20:02end, I heard two coworkers talking
20:04behind me. Did you hear about Larry yet
20:07? No. What happened? He died yesterday.
20:12What? They say he had been doing very
20:14poorly for days. The two continued
20:16talking in low voices, but I didn't
20:18hear anything else. I just stared at
20:20the screen with my headphones on and
20:22the sound of an incoming call in the
20:24background. I was in shock. I didn't
20:27feel guilt, just surprise. I didn't
20:30think it would lead to his death. It
20:32didn't make me feel good either. I felt
20:35indifferent about it. Even so, I
20:37couldn't get it out of my head. It was
20:40as if the image of him, so faded two
20:42weeks ago, was playing in my head over
20:45and over again. When I finished my
20:47shift and walked down the street, I
20:49felt an unusual chill. I live in a
20:52fairly hot city. Besides, it was June.
20:56It caught me by surprise, so I decided
20:58to look around as if I had a strange
21:00instinct inside me warning me of
21:01something's arrival. It's hard to
21:04explain. Looking around, I only saw
21:07people walking and cars. I kept looking
21:10for a good while, as if I were waiting
21:12for something strange to happen. And so
21:14it did. I watched as a thing slowly
21:17approached from the distance. At first
21:20I thought it was a person, a tall
21:22silhouette walking down the street with
21:24a strange difficulty. I didn't give it
21:28much thought until I noticed the way it
21:29moved its arms. They were too long. Not
21:33by much, just enough for something in
21:36my head to tell me that those
21:37proportions were not normal. I kept
21:40watching it and the more I did, the
21:42more things I found that didn't fit.
21:45One of its shoulders was much higher
21:47than the other. Its arms hung down
21:50almost to its knees and its fingers
21:52were long and thin, ending in dark
21:54nails. Then I saw how it walked. It
21:58didn't drag its feet or limp, it simply
22:00seemed not to know how to use a
22:02physical body. Each step was different
22:05from the last, as if it were imitating
22:07something it had never learned. That
22:09was when I was able to see its face,
22:12and I wish I hadn't. It had an
22:15elongated face, similar to a hairless
22:17goat, but there was something deeply
22:18wrong with it. Its mouth remained
22:21slightly open, but there seemed to be
22:24nothing inside but darkness. Its eyes
22:26were what terrified me the most. They
22:29were so dark they looked completely
22:31empty. And yet, I knew perfectly well
22:34it was looking at me. I kept watching
22:37it for a few more seconds and then I
22:39discovered it had long, dark, pointed
22:42horns. Then I saw its hands. Its
22:45fingers moved slowly, one by one, as if
22:48it were checking that it could still
22:50move them. It was at that moment when I
22:53realized I had made a mistake. I had
22:56been looking at it for too long and now
22:58that thing was getting too close. I
23:01felt a shiver run through my whole body
23:03and that was my signal to run away. I
23:06didn't want to check what else I might
23:08find if I kept looking at it. That
23:10thing was slow enough for me to lose it
23:13after a while. I kept running like a
23:16madman without caring about the stares
23:18of the people around me. I knew
23:20immediately that they couldn't see it,
23:22and I wasn't crazy enough to be
23:23imagining things. I ran as hard as I
23:26could until I reached my apartment.
23:28Still trembling and completely pale, I
23:30opened the door and slammed it shut
23:32upon entering to then search the book
23:34for some spell to get that thing off me
23:36. As I searched, I started to realize.
23:39Perhaps all that time using it started
23:41to take its toll after so long. Perhaps
23:44I used a very powerful spell without a
23:46sacrifice and all that made me have a
23:48debt with the underworld. After so much
23:50desperate searching, I finally found it
23:53. The rite of the closed threshold to
23:56temporarily reject that which has been
23:58called from outside the world. No
24:01summoned entity will be able to cross
24:02the boundary while the rite remains in
24:04effect. Absence is not destruction.
24:07What is rejected will always return. As
24:10I was reading that, I heard heavy
24:12footsteps on the stairs leading to my
24:14apartment. They were like large, heavy
24:17hooves getting closer and closer until
24:19it reached my door, trying to force it
24:22open. As soon as I named that spell in
24:25the strange language, I felt a
24:26deafening silence that enveloped me. I
24:29felt an incredible peace the moment it
24:31ceased. My sweaty hands dropped the
24:34book and uncontrollable laughter took
24:36over me. My eyes were teary from the
24:39fear I felt, but I couldn't stop
24:41feeling ecstatic. I had gotten away
24:44with it again. I enjoyed that whole day
24:46too much. I got rid of my insufferable
24:48boss and whatever was stalking me over
24:51my debt. To celebrate my triumph, I
24:53went out with some friends to a party
24:55where I drank until I threw up. Drunker
24:58than ever, I woke up that same morning
25:00with an incredible hangover in my room.
25:03I was awakened by some knocks on my
25:05door that suddenly became a loud bang
25:07that forced it open. Still in that
25:09state, I jumped out of bed terrified. I
25:12heard hooves on my apartment floor and
25:14an immense cold all around me. These
25:17were clear signs that that thing hadn't
25:19left. Deep down I imagined it couldn't
25:22be that easy and unfortunately I was
25:24right. That thing came back. Before it
25:28reached my room, I grabbed the book,
25:30read the spell, feeling that silence
25:31again while breathing heavily and
25:33completely terrified. All that day,
25:36paranoia invaded me. I knew the spell
25:38didn't stop it, it only pushed it away
25:41temporarily. It was in the early
25:43morning, before falling asleep, when I
25:45heard the steps on the stairs. They
25:47were faster despite being so heavy.
25:50Before it reached my front door, I said
25:52the spell out loud and that silence
25:54returned, allowing me to sleep. The
25:57next day I had to go to work. With
25:59little motivation, I got out of bed and
26:02after changing I went straight to work,
26:04holding the torn page from the book in
26:06my pocket. In case that thing came back
26:09and I needed that page to make the
26:11spell more effective or whatever, I
26:13really just wanted to find a way out of
26:15this situation and live peacefully.
26:18Before reaching my job, I saw the
26:20figure again approaching through the
26:22people as if only he existed. Now his
26:25footsteps became louder and more
26:27thunderous. I froze and mentioned the
26:30spell again with clear nervousness in
26:32my voice. Now it took much less than 24
26:34hours to appear and I could see it from
26:37very far away. Its figure was so
26:40strange and gave off such a terrifying
26:41vibe that I could recognize it a couple
26:43of kilometers away. But as soon as I
26:46processed it, that thing was already
26:47running toward me. I tried to run, but
26:50I noticed its speed was much greater
26:52than mine. I shouted the spell again
26:54and the thing reappeared in the
26:56distance. This time it ran a little
26:59faster, enough to get at least 100
27:01meters closer than last time. I shouted
27:04the spell while running to get away.
27:06Now it had gotten even closer. I kept
27:10shouting that spell just before that
27:11being could reach me, bumping into
27:13several people who saw me as a madman
27:15running from nothing. Having not lasted
27:18long since I left my house, I was still
27:20close. I ran up the stairs listening to
27:23how that thing ran at an inhuman speed
27:25from a distance to then enter the
27:27building. I shouted the spell once more
27:30while crying in despair. Its heavy and
27:33thunderous footsteps were becoming more
27:35overwhelming. Each time I shouted the
27:37spell, it was a few extra seconds
27:39before it reached me, which were
27:41decreasing more and more. Upon entering
27:44my apartment, I tried to close the door
27:46, but before I could, it burst it open,
27:49making me fall to the floor. I shouted
27:52the spell, making it return to the
27:53start again, but it didn't take long to
27:55return. I was delaying the inevitable.
27:59Every time I said the spell, my debt
28:01grew larger and apparently that
28:02strengthened that thing. I started
28:06repeating the spell non-stop, again and
28:08again and again and again, until I
28:10voluntarily stopped because I knew it
28:12was stupid to continue. As much as I
28:15wanted to live, there was nothing to be
28:17done. I closed my eyes and that was
28:19when it happened. I felt as if my soul
28:21were being violently ripped from my own
28:23body by the skeletal hands of that
28:25being. After that, everything turned
28:28black until I felt my soul being
28:30dragged somewhere. I could only feel
28:34the infernal flames instantly taking
28:37over my being completely. I had no
28:39consciousness, but even so, I could
28:41understand what was happening. I had no
28:43eyes, but I was still able to see
28:45everything that was consuming me around
28:47me. I wanted to scream, but I had no
28:50mouth to do so. I didn't know how long
28:52I had been there. Centuries and seconds
28:55ceased to have any difference. There
28:58was no sadness, no horror, no weeping,
29:01only an agony that seemed to exist even
29:04after I ceased to exist.

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