38 Burn It To The Ground

Done laughing Desmond picked himself up than dried the tears from his eyes "So eating other people's souls does have some kind of effect on me that explains why I said all those things to Ingram there must be a bit of those people fused inside me.

That means what I said was really what that old man must have felt well the twisted version anyway it's not like he was in a good state of mind when I ate this soul just like all the others. It was nice though I really needed that who knows how long its been since I last laughed like that".

Taking a look around Desmond soon found his missing arm it took him only a few minutes to reattach it back to him with his threads. Feeling curious and seeing no one to stop him Desmond went towards the Iron door in the back.

It was a replica of the one in the front without the hatch to look threw the door was already open going through Desmond saw a ten meter long corridor. He felt something wrong before receiving the answer to his unease.

The hallway was a trap just like the one in the front only difference was that the magic circles were hidden and this one would automatically attack anyone who didn't say the right phrase beforehand.

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Having eaten a bunch of people who knew the answer Desmond had no reason to feel fear "I walk through this stream as I would the valley of death with a gun in my hand and my cigar lite alight".

Having said the phrase Desmond walk forward unimpeded towards Vincent's storage. He saw a brightly lit up circular room with a bunch of empty cells lined up on the walls that look like they haven't been cleaned in a while.

There were chains attached to the walls of the cells a bed made of straw and a bow I assume would have to be the toilet. There were three doors made of wood to the left, right and center of me.

"The door to my left was filled with nothing but cleaning supplies ironic considering how filthy everything was in her. The door to my right was some kind of makeshift torture chamber I don't think this was what It was used for previously I considered this because there was a grand piano in the corner. Unless they planned on torturing Ingram with there terrible music I see no need to have it there".

Desmond felt this all must have been a special add in to accommodate Ingram the room was fairly bare a chair and a table with straps could be found in the middle and another table next to everything with a variety of different tools. Everything was covered in blood including the floor.

Seeing nothing of interest Desmond left to the final room inside he felt everything he did was worth it. The room in the center was another storage room that rows of different stuff magic books, magic Crystals, guns, ammo, potions, magic ingredients on a shelf literally labeled magic ingredients, and a stick he could only assume were a magic wand.

In this world, while there are artifacts and tools that can increase your strength using them is optional because there are people that could obliterate an army with or without magic items.

Looking around Desmond saw a red potion that caught his eye it looked like the other healing potions he drank just bigger and it looked like it had a rainbow inside when held to the light. Since it looked and smelled like a healing potion Desmond drank it. The potion was much higher quality than what he had drunk before it completely repaired all the wounds on his body bones and all making him feel like a newborn baby.

While inspecting things further Desmond found a pile of magic scrolls and next to that a pair of black gloves they looked normal, but to be in this room they couldn't be. Putting on the gloves made them tighten they now perfectly fit Desmond's hands. Touch the gloves gave made him think he was touching metal they were soft and easy to move in.

Tapping the gloves some more they suddenly burst into blue flames, seeing his hands suddenly lite on fire startled Desmond he soon regained his composer seeing the flames were not hurting him.

"Amazing magic is so cool being left in this world was the best thing that has ever happened to me". Fuelled by his love for magic Desmond started to check and store away everything he wanted away in the chests that were in the corner of the room. A few of them were empty most were filled with magic crystals the empty chests were filled to the brim with his spoils.

While storing away some of the books some of them caught his eye one was an introduction on how to create golems there were also a few books on all those traps he had seen in the hallways. The third thing that caught his eye was a book on Illusions Desmond remembered how he was caught in that plant's Illusion.

He was completely under that plant's mercy unable to do anything and may have been stuck that way if he couldn't poke his soul out. The Drowning river was completely different it was somehow able to enchant those who stare at it too long the same if you see your reflection in the water.

"Illusions and enchantment if I learn these two things won't I be untouchable" interested in the Idea Desmond searched for a book on enchantment only to find a book on lesser summoning and telekinesis instead along with another book on how to train your mind and a book with the next set of Intermediate runes I'm supposed to carve into my magic crystal.

"The introduction into magic package I bought already had the first five runes anything above beginner grade is regulated and kept out of reach from the public. Then how did these guys get this stuff". Not getting an immediate answer Desmond just came to the conclusion people who live on the other side of the law all have there ways.

Finished packing everything away Desmond wondered how he was going to bring his winnings home. He knew going out the front door was a stupid Idea plane and simple who knew who would see him he didn't even know if he would make it a block before getting robbed.

Looking around Desmond had a sudden sense of familiarity with a wall In the corner. He moved a rack that was in the way placed his hand on it then spoke in a language he didn't know. The wall that was perfectly smooth with no kinds of hints to tell what it was in actuality was a secret escape tunnel.

Knowing what to do Desmond took everything he wanted then traveled deep into the tunnel that reconnected with the cities second sewer system. Were he stacked all the goods at the end of before adventuring forward In search of a landmark. It took him a while till he found a manhole that came out into an ally way on the corner of wrinkled burrow and wood line.

Not bothering to judge the tasteless idiot that came up with those street names Desmond went back underground to Vincent's hideout leaving his pile of treasure were it was yet not before stripping naked, leaving his bloody clothes on the floor, then tearing open his body once more to remove all the Items he had brought, and drunk another healing potion to seal himself back up again.

Then Desmond went back inside the storage room filled with guns, cases of bullets, and some knifes Desmond while standing there butt naked spoke a phrase that completely collapsed the tunnel behind him.

Returning the wall to normal never to be opened again after that Desmond left that room and went towards the closet with the cleaning supplies in it. He remembered seeing prisoner garments in the corner he quickly changed into them.

Taking the cleaning supplies Desmond cleaned up whatever blood lead towards the now sealed wall. Then he went to the other room with the dead bodies set up the scene just how he thought it out.

In Desmond's hand were two magic scrolls the last magic scroll he had brought with him and an anti-divination scroll. He tore the anti-divination scroll first, after burning up and dispersing in beauful lights the scroll look like it had no effect, but it did.

Then he tore up the scroll firestorm all around Desmond flames started to spread. Igniting the bodies and furniture turning everything around him into an inferno. The flames ignored Desmond, he had a brief window of invulnerably to the scrolls magic since he tore the scroll.

Walking off from the burning hell he had created Desmond closed the iron door keeping the fire from spreading to the back rooms there he picked a comfortable looking cell and stabbed himself in the gut with a throwing dagger he found in the other storage room.

The stab was not too deep and hit nothing critical it was just good enough to be believable. Than Desmond chained himself to the wall with no key in sight as the fire spread and burned the building to the ground.