CrownOfFire Town Warlock Kill NUKE9.13 Offered Power, accepts, Kills
You sit in your study, poring over an old tome that details the experiments of an ancient Warlock.
The candle next to you flickers and goes out.
"Poor, poor, warlock. You cannot get anyone to listen, can you? And the vampires leave precious little in the way of dead for you to speak to." whispers a voice in the darkness.
"Who's there?! Show yourself!" you demand.
"Show myself? No...but I can do better. I can offer to help you. I can grant you power, power beyond the dabbling magics you use now."
"And what price, spirit? There is always a price."
"A trifle. Your soul. Nothing that a true warlock needs. In fact, some say it even gets in the way!"
"And what would this power let me do?" You ask, intrigued despite yourself.
"I will give you a surge of power to use when you need it. I can let you kill, or save. You could stop someone else, or learn about them. I can even sow confusion and misdirection amongst your foes, if you so desire. Choose one, and the power is yours to use as soon as you like. Victory is always better than defeat, isn't it?"
There is a pause.
"So, what do you say?"
A slow smile creeps over your face as your hear this. Power? Of course you want power! What else have you been studying for all of these years?
“Very well, spirit. Grant me the power to kill. I shall make my voice heard in such a way that none can deny it!”
“Done!” A rush of air blows past you. Chilled, you wonder if you did the right thing.
After a few moments, the candles relight. You find yourself drawn to them, staring deep into the flame.
The fire licks at your soul, igniting it. A crackling sound fills your ears, and your blood rushes through you. Flushed, you look around. No sign of the spirit, but it seems to have held true to its promise. You have power, now. The power of Fire.
Cackling, you decide that this power should be used, not saved. And NUKE9.13 is the perfect person to use it on.
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After waiting a bit you slip out of your house. The excitement builds within you as you near his house.
Burn! the thought smolders in your brain.
Burn. Burn. Burn. burnburnburn.
You come alongside the house. The dry wood of the roof beckons to you. You palms begin to itch.
Burn.
You place your hand on one of the support beams.
Burrrrrrrrrrrrrnnnnnnn
The wood smolders and crackles. Your knees buckle as the power rushes out of you, while a plume of flame erupts along your arm and travels along the beam.
The fire spreads incredibly quickly, leaping along the wood and up to the roof. You think you see writhing figures dancing amongst the flames.
Shaking, and suddenly very cold despite the fire above you, you rise to your feet. You slip away through the alleyways as the house behind you is engulfed completely in flame.
It is done. But you feel hollow inside, now. Was it worth it? Only time will tell.