Deranged Writer's Afterword

Eric was pretty sure that the masked man was Adam.

Who else would make such a mess ?

Sighing internally Eric got ready to to use his bow, it was then that the ragged cloak wearing man removed Adam's mask....only it wasn't Adam.

But that wasn't the end of the surprises.

" Belial ?!!", the man said confused.

If Eric was right and he was sure that he was....wasn't that the demon king's name ?

Once Eric got a closer look at the unmasked face of the man, he realizes that the face did not belong to Adam.

' Did I make a mistake ?', Eric thought putting his bow back into his sub-space.

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I had used [Disguise] long ago when I was changing into the attire of Half-moon members. It was just a precaution since nobody could predict the future. Since I had certain degree of control over the transformation

I had the option to transform into anyone that I had a clear mental image of and had touched once.

The only downside to the skill was that the transformation only lasted for an hour.

The ragged man surprisingly recognized Belial and let go of my neck making me fall on the ground on my knees gasping for breath.

I love breathing.

I get up and take the rusty sword that was lying near me and attack the man when he was dazed.

'Ching'

But the man catches the sword with a single finger as if it was a plaything.

" Is it a skill ?", the man silently asked.

...

I try to move the sword but the man's grip on it was firm, he forces it out of my hand and throws it far behind me.

" YOU DARE MOCK MY FATHER ?!", the man shouted before punching me in the stomach.

'Splurt'

I cough out blood from the force of the punch.

Father ?

I had a lot of questions on my mind but the pain made me forget all that.

'Shit', I think as the man continues to repeatedly punch me.

I feel like this already happened once.....

To make things worse, that man uses his laser thing and it hits this time.

I fall down on one knee, feeling an unbearable pain on my thigh,

Thankfully it was just a graze but it still hurt like hell.

I grit my teeth to bear the pain but it didn't help that the man kept punching me left and right.

The man headbutts me and I feel myself blacking out...

' Help...me.', was the last thought that passed through my mind.

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I open my eyes to find myself in an abyss.

It was a vast emptiness....until it was not.

I close my eyes when light suddenly comes into view, opening them after a minute I'm surprised to see a candle burning ever-so peacefully.

" You're finally up.", a small boy says surprising me.

The boy was rowing...?

Were we on a boat ?

" Where am I ?", I ask a little out of it.

The boy chuckles as he hears my question,

" Why tell you...when you already know ?"

The boy stops rowing and walks up to the other side of the boat ,towards the candle.

As he nears the candle, I see the boy's face.

It was me....not Adam....but John.

" H-how ?", I ask stunned.

The boy remains silent.

" you don't have to worry....I'm not a part of 'them'.", the boy said looking at the vast sea [?]

If 'them' meant what I was thinking....then I'm glad.

" What are you then ?", I ask the boy

This was obviously my inner mind or soul....or something. I don't really know.

" I'm just a simple guide..."

Wait....isn't this place weirdly similar to that 'inner eye' thing that Kirsi talked about ?...

How did I end up here ?

" You are curious as to why you are here...", the boy says smiling at me.

" You can read my mind ?", I ask a little creeped out.

[ We are your mind.]

A voice rings out inside my mind.

.......

I suppose that makes sense.

" Why am I here ?", I ask the boy.

The boy thought for awhile before answering,

" The soul....it's quite similar to the body in some ways. When a part of the body is hurt, the body pays attention to heal the wound....the soul is the same. You asked for help, sensing the danger...your soul sent 'help'."

I nod my head along with the boy's words and ask,

" What kind of help ?"

For the first time, I see fear in the boy...he looked afraid....very afraid.

" The worst kind.", the boy says.

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Max watched as the man in the ragged cloak walked back to where he had kept his scythe.

' Should I save him ?', Max thought looking at the man who lay on the ground unconscious.

After retrieving his scythe, the cloaked man starts dragging it back to the unconscious man.

' Kreek'

The sounds of the scythe being dragged resounded throughout the room.

Max readies himself to step into battle....he couldn't ignore a person in danger even if the said person was shady. That's what a hero does.....

But both Max and the cloaked man stops all their movement, stunned.

The man was getting up...as if he hadn't been beaten to the brink of death a few moments ago and there was something different about the man now...

The man cracks his neck and stretches as if he felt stiff and then.....he disappeared.

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