Sir Frogg the second lay in hospital bed wondering what he'd done to make God hate him. lets see, he served in the army in his youth, until he slipped on some snow and fell down a slope, which broke his knee in 34 different places.
Thereafter, he lived off the good heart of his wife and kids, plus his own money, before ending up in the hospital at age 86. A right and good life.
And yet, it wasn't an angel that'd come to collect his soul, no, it was a demon.
It'd slaughtered his peers one by one in increasingly gruesome ways and worn their ashes like a dress, while its magic billets, a book and pen, had scribbled nonstop. We'd of course called for help, but when the doctors arrived, they simply got the same treatment.
-Purple's P.O.V-
Her hands shook in sheer excitement, her hair stood straight, and an expression between bliss and hate was adorned. Never had anything felt so right, not her straight A's, not hugging her mom, not even the approving of her farther, it was like she was finally fulfilling her destiny.
She'd killed for science first, seeing how they reacted to different stimuli like burning suffocation, and electrocution, and got some interaction results, for example, no matter how long she gassed them, they didn't die, though they did look uncomfortable, and by that, I mean they screamed like the they were on fire. Speaking of, that seemed to kill fast.
But for this one, the last one, there was no plan, no experiment, only the pleasure of sweet revenge.
She made a gesture and ten invisible papers appeared, hung over the old man for a second, and stabbed him in various nonlethal spots.
The old man writhed and yelped, "Have mercy, please!", This however, seemed to infuriate her, and although the old man couldn't hear her, he could lipread, "You'll get the mercy I was shown!", before manifesting a multiple pages above him, and slicing him to confetti.
He rapidly disintegrated and Purple uncaringly shoved her hand inside his chest before retrieving his heart, putting it in her mouth, and swallowing it, the best was to consume, she'd found.
While walking out the door of the hospital, she had to wonder: what now? Did she just continue her rampage, killing residence at random and avoiding the police till she was too powerful? That was the logical thing to do, but what if the boss-monsters returned? Or the residence just fled, there where two exits and she couldn't cover them both.
While this was troubling, her mood was held up by one very important detail, that being her extended use of magic.
See, as a human one could only use 50% of the magic in one's reservoirs with training, additionally, a purple magic type had to expend the same amount of magic it intended to absorb, and the magic gained had to go to healing injuries, which it wasn't very good at unless it was a green type, in which case it was only half as efficient, but after all injures where healed, it'd become a surplus… which was inaccessible until a minimum of five minutes had passed.
however now, she could expend 100% of her magic, and absorb 100% if she ate the soul, it was insane! And she'd surely win many awards for the potential discoveries.
Purple paused at that thought, if the world knew about her, they'd sooner or later know about the others, and her ghost situation didn't help, certain groups may even presume her a demon, hunt her, and use her in horrific experiments.
What a bothersome dilemma, but whatever she chose to do, she'd have to write down her discoveries.
She opened her book with a pen already in hand, however something was wrong. Instead of the darker shade of purple text on the lighter, the text was completely black. She softly touched the text and looked at her hand, it was covered with a sticky black substance similar to tar.
But before she had time to ponder, an arm made from the substance grabbed her by the throat, and another went into her mouth.
She quickly summoned a page to cleave the arms off, however, that too was covered in the tar substance, it made another arm that grabbed her hair to hold her head still.
The arm in her mouth pushed further down into her chest where it moved in it was looking of something, perhaps her soul, but then it couldn't find anything it left, but not before detaching something hot.
All the arms retreated, however, something remained, poison. It spread with the hot thing as its epicenter.
Why didn't I see it before? It's such an easy desertion, I am going to become the unknown pioneer of magic research and science, the worlds greatest mage, and then, a god!