The book was ready to be opened. But when it was, it was blank. Neo had clearly been expecting something.the white light hitted it brown page's,to be reflected back in crimson light. But it was to low to be noticed
"What? Blank?" He closed it and opened it over and over, but there was nothing at all—just brownish paper.
The lawyer said, "I have to leave and finalize the inherited things. See you tomorrow."
She picked up her bag and walked out the door, leaving Neo staring at the book.
He sat there motionless before standing up and leaving the book on the table. "Pointless old book." He walked to his room, jumped onto the bed, and stared at the ceiling
His thoughts were empty his head. Wondering to himself of the point of the book
Eventually, he drifted off to sleep.
23:32pm
"Ahhh! My head hurts."
He sat up, brushing strands of hair from his face. But when he opened his eyes, everything was pitch black. A red glow emanated from the kitchen.
"Huh? Is it a power cut or something?" He held his aching head, then got up and walked toward the kitchen. But as soon as he blinked, the red glow vanished.
"What's happening? Why was my kitchenglowing ... am really tired, or…?"
The words froze in his mouth. The book he had left closed was now open.
"Didn't I close this?" He aprouched the table. When he reached out to turn the page, voices filled his head, whispering:
"The book requires blood."His hands flied to his head.
"The book requires identity."
"The book doesn't guide. It is perfection."
The voices repeated, echoing in his skull over and over. The world around him began to swirl. He dashed to the pipe, drank water, and puff everything was normal again.
The pitch black was gone. The voices disappeared. The book was closed. And sound returned.
"What is this book… what should I do?"
He didn't want to go near it, but something inside told him: Open it.
Listening to his gut, he opened the book. Writing began to manifest on the pages. At first, it was in a language that did not exist. Then it shifted into one he could read.
THE malevolent codex
The title seemed to whisper stories. The book flipped to the next page on its own.
"Huh? What is this? Is it safe? I got it from Grandpa, so of course it's safe… but how is everything that happened even happening?"
He stepped back but bumped into something. A wall that wasn't there.
A voice broke the silence:
"Child, do not fear the book. Fear running from it."
The voice was calm, but it carried unmistakable warning.
After hearing it, Neo stepped closer. The world turned pitch black again. This time, he didn't run. He walked forward and read the page.
THE malevolent codex a book of learning with sacrifice.
On the cover the book reads
Use of the book will attract powerful nightmares hunting it out... internal and external beings my come and hunt it out leaving distractions
He turned the page. There was a feather lying on it.
"Huh? A feather? What am I suppo—" then it hitted him
He stood up, searched for ink, and came back. Dipping the feather in, he wrote: What is this book?
But the ink didn't stay. It vanished instantly.
"Huh? What just happened? The ink it's gone."
He tapped his forehead. "Cursed book. Ink doesn't work on it… so is blood the answer or something?"
He reached out for a knife that was on the table next to him
He took a deep breath and closed his eyes
He sliced his hand lightly and mixed the blood with the ink.
"1, 2, 3, 4… here we go. What is this book?"
This time, the ink remained. Slowly, words appeared. At first in a language that didn't exist, then in English.
The CODEX is a book that came from the darkest depths of existence.
Forged by gods, demons, and everything in between.
A book that whispers shadows of teaching.
"I wonder what that means… teachings?"
He dipped the feather back in the bloodied ink and wrote: Teaching? What sorts?
The ink burned into the page before words formed again.
Teachings of the ARTS.
Humans, gods, demons ever mastered.
"Arts? Why is this book so secretive?" He tapped his temple. Then he asked once more: What sort of ARTS?
The reply appeared:
Arts of Perfection.
"This explains nothing."
Before he could dip the feather again, the book slammed shut. The world snapped back to normal.
The sun was already rising.
"Huh? Morning? It came too fast. When I woke up, it was eleven now it's six. The book must mess with time. And why did it slam shut? Almost crushed my hand."
He reached for it again, opened it but it was blank.
"Huh? Guess it has its own working time. I need to process last night's events… or, what, forty-three minutes ago's events?"
He drank water, then hid the book.
"Odd book… it wasn't scary. I wasn't scared. Who am I kidding? I almost peed myself. Now that makes me wonder… what was Grandpa doing with this book?"
He shrugged it off and got ready for school.
When he finished and walked out of the house, he suddenly got an uneasy feeling of being watched.
He turned back, looked around no one. Or was there?
Through the curtains of his room, a figure smiled. A smirk, or a smile it was unknown.
"Finally free from the book. Never thought I would be free. Now… let me wait for the mortal to come back. I have a game to play with him. This is going to be fun."
Neo finally arrived at school, stepped onto campus, and was greeted by two overly annoying friends.
"This is Chip and Dimple. To be honest, I don't even know their real names," he thought internally.
"Hi, guys," he said.
His friends replied, and the long day of bonding the kind that makes absolutely no sense to the other gender began.
He laughed, smiled, joked… and mentioned nothing about the book. Still unaware that it had freed a figure in his room.
A figure that had said it had a game for him.
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