47 No More

Time passed by slowly, outside everyone continued on with their day and across the hall, Oleg was blasting his music in everyone's ears just as loudly as he always does. No one knew what happened in Desmond's room and they never will.

After a few hours, the blood that spilled out of Desmond's body onto the walls and down the drain dried. The bathroom was still lit up brightly from the light bulb on the ceiling. It fully illuminated Desmond's body as he stayed pin to the wall a gruesome mess.

Any sane person would believe this man to be dead but he wasn't. it was only a small subtle movement, but Desmond's eyes started to twitch. he activated his second sight that allows them to see Magic. he had been waiting to make sure the mirror man was actually gone.

After he confirmed the mirror man's departure he started to move again. he focused and in mere moments Desmond conjured hundreds of Spirit threads that extended to every part of his dismembered body.

His limbs started to wiggle around full of life once more, but no matter how much he jerked his limbs he could not unpin any of his body parts from the wall. unwilling I to give up Desmond wrapped his threads around one of the knives hitting his leg to the wall and forced it out. the mirror man made the knives appear out of thin air but the knives themselves were not magical.

This made removing them easy for Desmond to pull out of his body. it took a considerable bit of his strength and concentration to pull the knives out freeing himself. the Blasted things hurt a lot going in his body for Desmond and it hurt just as much coming out. each knife made a cleaning sound as they fell on the floor of the bathroom splashing more of Desmond's blood around and glistened beautifully from the light coming from the light bulb.

With each limb and his torso free Desmond began the reattachment process. he wasn't going for perfect this time he just needed to make sure his limb stick together so he could get to work. while reattaching his body parts Desmond lamented over his situation.

He hated his luck because it was his shitty luck that has been keeping him in a constant cycle of pain. now though it seems he owes his luck an apology because the mirror manfully had the capability to kill Desmond. If it wasn't for his urge to finish Desmond off quick he most likely would have gone for Desmond's soul. Secret Vistage is a powerful organization, the Magi in this world are powerful, and he is just one man with no friends and no one to back him so what was he supposed to do besides the only thing he could.

With his limbs attached Desmond didn't dally he got up and started moving great speed to tear the mirror off the wall. he didn't break it because he thought there would be no point in that. if the mirror man could enter through the bathroom mirror then he could enter through fragments of it.

Desmond placed the mirror on the floor so no light would show into it then he turned off the light in the bathroom. along with the rest of the house before he moved to cover every reflective surface he could think of be it the light bulb, TV, table, chair, and more he was taking no chances.

Desmond knew the kind of situation he was in that he was probably being watched by the DCPD and maybe Secret Visage as well. but he couldn't really think of that now he was fucked no matter which way he looks at it. his body was a complete mess and he knew he most definitely couldn't stay the way he was. so he stitched up the mark mirror man gave him making it less noticeable. then he grabbed them thickest clothes he could find in his closet and than set off for the stash he had hidden away in the sewers.

Desmond didn't need anything else besides a potion and some of those books. He didn't like doing such things Desmond never wanted to do such things but this is where fate brought him. he only wanted to study Magic in all its beauty gaze into the unknown and let people know that he made it here. that he had seen what few have and most never will.

Now he is disgusted becausenow he has to reduce his love to nothing more than a tool to kill. Desmond never sought out Magic for power, but now he must because without it he will never get to see the truth of everything and what lies beyond what are our eyes could tell us.

Desmond took some money from under his bed before he left. When Desmond did leave his apartment he took a bizarre route trying to find a cab. Honestly, Desmond felt little point in what he was doing because when there's magic involved where could he possibly run to when he doesn't even know the basics of magi or stealth tactics. How could he possibly even think of hiding when these people are capable of finding him galaxies away.

After a while of walking an empty carriage drove past Desmond's location. He waved the Coachman down in hopes he was for hire luckily he was. Now with a ride, Desmond's Journey will be a Swift one. He told the coachman to go to the corner of wrinkled burrow and Wood line Street the same place his treasure is stored.

It took around 20 minutes for Desmond to arrive there. he paid the Coachman 20 drachma even though it didn't cost that much the rest was a tip. Desmond doesn't have as much love for money here as he would on his old world for him the only thing of real value was Magic and anything that allowed him to study it.

Desmond checked around him for any prying eyes finding none he preceded Underground. It was a long walk in pitch darkness, but it was no problem for Desmond he activated his magic sight allowing him to see the magic swirling around in everything around him lighting up the world plenty.

After a while Desmond found his hoard in the same spot he left it just covered in rats. He didn't know if it was the blood from his clothes that attracted him or the smell from the magic ingredients. Not in the mood to consider the thought process of rats Desmond shooed them away than started searching for another healing potion in one of the treasure chests.

He quickly found another potion like the special one he drank before. It had more magic swirling around it than the normal ones. Desmond didn't wait he chug down the whole thing. his bones realigned as his black veins regain their previous color. Muscle tissue clinged together reattaching itself to his other severed parts.

The way potions work in this world is truly spectacular it replenished his lost blood and somehow knows where everything is supposed to go. It's almost like the potion has Intelligence of its own.

Reveling in his new vigor Desmond tried searching for the books in the chests only to suddenly cough up black blood. He held his chest in pain and started curling up on the floor more black blood leak from his nose some came out of his eyes Desmond knew what this was from a memory fragment from those souls this was a magic poisoning from drinking too many potions.

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