The Mind

"It's time! Finally Mom-Mom-Mom! Did you hear? Mom!"

A dead corpse laid flat in an old rusted cage. A naked young thin white-haired boy sat flat on the ground, his voice light and feathery, with a dry accent underneath. On the other side of the room stood a woman in a schoolgirl uniform. Her face was cute and light. With brown hair floaty and fluffy. She reached into the cage and pulled out a book. A Necronomicon.

"Bai, the Immortal Man is in America. Have you ever been to America?"

Bai looked up, his long white hair thinning at the tips. He smiled with his sunken deep eyes. Twisted, turning, mending. He held out his hand.

Mind Spell: [Friendship]

"Take me to America, sister!" he commanded.

The woman in the school uniform knelt down. Her eyes turning purple, deep, lost in a mindless trance. She grabbed his hand.

"Let's go to America, Bai!"

---

On an empty train across the city, Aria sat with a briefcase on her lap. The trees passing by, and the city skyline turning from long and impressive, to distant and forgetful.

She eventually reached the outer state line that led into Connecticut.

The train at this point was basically empty and the only other person on board was an old homeless man who laid out flat, with bottles of beer surrounding his feet and stomach. With every distant drift, the homeless man would moan, and Aria would scoot further and further away.

Ring!

Ring!

Her phone suddenly rang.

Click...

She picked it up.

"What is it Olezka?" she asked instantly knowing that he would be the only one calling her.

But Olezka didn't have any time to make jokes or talk, there was something more important at hand.

"Damon's gone!" he exacerbated.

"What?!"

"He somehow got out of his room and exited the bunker."

"Do you know where he's going?!" asked Aria in a confused panic as the train barreled out of the state.

"No, but something worse is happening. I also just got word from some international spies, that Witches from multiple Families all left their home countries, and are coming to New York!"

Aria stopped talking, she paused and looked out the window, toward the turning skies, and shinning sunlight.

"Fuck... Get Damon immediately... What is he thinking! I'll continue on with the Necronomicon and getting to Damon's stash. You deal with Damon."

"Yeah, I'm on it. I also put Mr. Chain on the lookout, but he's doing his own thing-"

Bang!

Splat!

Aria's three fingers were suddenly shot off. Her phone suddenly smashed to pieces.

"Ahhh... What the fu..."

She looked up at the homeless man as he held up a gun, pointed at her.

"You..."

He was grinning. His face maniacal, lost, crazed. He stood up. His eyes purple. The gun pointed at her.

Bang!

Aria jumped forward.

Thunk!

The bullet missed hitting the seat behind her.

The homeless man turned to aim at Aria, but she was already ready for it. She pointed out her finger.

Bang!

Gravity Spell: [Reversed Push x50]

She sacrificed a fingernail and cast out a short burst of gravity.

The two forces collided. The bullet and the spell. But the spell was stronger. And the bullet stopped in mid-air. But that wasn't the end of it. As the homeless man stared at the frozen bullet he noticed that it was moving again, but not in the direction he wanted. It started to move back. It started to reverse. It started to speed up in the direction of the homeless man.

Splat!

The bullet hit him directly in the forehead. Killing the homeless man in an instant.

Thump...

Aria fell back.

"What the fuck was that?!"

She clutched her hand. Three of her fingers shot off and blood was spilling everywhere. She looked up at the ceiling. Her head a daze as the train blazed by at lighting speeds.

"Damon...? What are you doing?"

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In the middle of New York City. Damon stood at the top of the Empire State Building. His hand extended out. Like he was grasping the sky.

"What's he doing?" asked a mother to her husband.

"He's been like that for the last five minutes."

Another group leaned over and watch him, "should we call the cops?"

"He's really close to the edge."

"But he wouldn't drop right?"

"You think someone's crazy enough to jump?"

He looked out at the horizon and started mumbling to himself.

"I knew that it would happen."

He stared off at the morning sun.

"I knew she would die... Yet I still indulged. I still let her fall for me. I still let myself fall for her. I shouldn't have... I shouldn't have... Demophon... Who are you...? Who are you?!"

Damon stepped closer to the edge, to the railing. He touched the sky. He touched the horizon. He dropped.

Wheeeeezzzzzeeee!

Wooooooooshhhh!

Fwwwwwweeeeeeeeshhh!

Fwooooooshhhhhh!

He flipped through the air. His suit flapping along with his hair. Along with his limbs. He went numb. His body out flat. The rushing windows, the reflection of blue and black. His face in the endless falling mirrors. He stared at the ground. Waiting for the moment to come. The moment to come. The moment to-

Splat!

Everything went to black, then red, then blue.

The sky.

He woke up to the sky. To screams all around him. His body mangled, blood everywhere, guts everywhere. He looked up at the sky. He sat up. He looked t his body as it healed in an instant.

He closed his eyes.

"This is all my fault. The Immortal Necronomicon. The Immortal Horses. Luna. Aria. My name... Who am I? Who is Demophon? Who are you?! Who are you Demophon?! Who are you?! Who are... I'm alone... I'm alone again..."

He looked across the city. Across the entire cityscape. All of it. Everyone's stares. Everyone's eyes. They were all looking at Damon. At his healed body. At his grief-stricken face. At his mind as it slowly turned to revenge. But that revenge would quickly be put to a sudden halt. Not because of him or his ever-changing mindset, but because of something else, another enemy.

He looked at all the people around him. At all their stares. At all their eyes.

They all had purple eyes.