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Devoum's fingers waved gracefully, and the girls vanished one by one, returning to their homes as if nothing had ever happened. The air was still, the silence palpable, and the world seemed to have forgotten the danger that had once lurked. Mabus's mind raced with questions, his thoughts a jumble of confusion and disbelief. How could the government not have noticed this? Didn't the parents of the girls or the families of the women wonder where their loved ones had gone?

Devoum's eyes seemed to bore into Mabus's mind, and he spoke as if reading his thoughts. "An ignoring spell was cast on the girls' families and the women. Even if they were missing for a thousand years, no one would come looking for them." Mabus's eyes widened in horror, his mind reeling with the implications. How many others had fallen victim to this injustice?

Devoum's words echoed in his mind: "You shouldn't feel like a hero, Mabus. You didn't bind with me to become one." But Mabus couldn't shake off the feeling. If Devoum didn't want him to be a hero, then what did he want him to become? He didn't want to be a villain, but Devoum's plans were shrouded in mystery.

Devoum's gaze seemed to pierce through Mabus's thoughts again. "Stop thinking about complicated things, Mabus. I don't reveal my plans to anyone. For now, just enjoy the crazy ride in your head. It's not part of my plan."

The world around Mabus seemed to fade into insignificance, leaving only the echoes of Devoum's words and the turmoil in his own mind. The air was heavy with the scent of secrets and hidden truths, and Mabus knew that he was just a pawn in a much larger game.

The world was a bleak and unforgiving expanse, where malevolent forces lurked in every shadow, waiting to strike. The facade of a bright and peaceful society was nothing more than a thin veneer, a fragile mask that concealed the darkness that lurked within. The air reeked of corruption and deceit, and the very fabric of reality seemed to be tainted by the evil that pervaded every corner of the globe.

Mabus stood frozen, his gaze fixed on Devoum, the enigmatic figure who seemed to embody the very essence of malevolence. Devoum's eyes gleamed with an otherworldly intelligence, his piercing stare seeming to bore into Mabus's very soul. Mabus's mind raced with thoughts, but he tried to keep them hidden, aware that Devoum's uncanny ability to read minds made him a formidable foe.

But despite his best efforts, Devoum saw through the veil of Mabus's mind, his thoughts laid bare like an open book. The smirk that spread across Devoum's face was like a cold blade, his eyes glinting with a knowing light that made Mabus's blood run cold.

"You can still hear my thoughts," Mabus thought, his mind rebellious and defiant. "So what, mother fucker? I don't care."

Devoum's response was like a dagger to the heart, his voice low and menacing. "I can still hear," he replied, his eyes seeming to see right through to the very heart of Mabus's being. "And you're doing it on purpose."

The air was heavy with tension, the silence between them a palpable thing that seemed to vibrate with malevolent energy. Mabus's thoughts seethed with anger and resentment, but Devoum's gaze remained unwavering, his eyes seeming to bore deeper into Mabus's soul with every passing moment. The world around them seemed to fade into insignificance, leaving only the two of them, locked in a struggle of wills that seemed to have no end.

The chilling silence was shattered by Devoum's voice, his words piercing the air like a sharp blade. "Come on, let's leave this place." Mabus's mind, lost in a sea of wondering thoughts, snapped back to reality. He gazed at the painted red scene before him, his eyes fixed on the gruesome tableau.

"What about the red mess here?" Mabus asked, his voice barely above a whisper. Devoum's response was calm and collected. "In a moment, everything will precipitate like nothing was here. So we better leave."

Mabus turned back to the painted red scene, his eyes scanning the horror before him. "So this is how they hide all their sins from the government," he said, his voice laced with disgust. Devoum's smile was like a cold breeze on a winter's night. "Yes," he replied, his eyes glinting with a knowing light.

The air was heavy with the scent of blood and deceit, the silence between them a palpable thing. Mabus's thoughts raced with the implications of what he had seen, his mind reeling with the secrets that lay hidden beneath the surface. Devoum's words echoed in his mind, a chilling reminder of the darkness that lurked in every corner of this world.

With a final glance at the painted red scene, Mabus turned to follow Devoum, his heart heavy with the knowledge of the horrors that lay hidden from the world. The darkness seemed to closing in around them, the shadows cast by the flickering candles dancing like demons on the walls. As they walked away from the scene, Mabus couldn't shake off the feeling that they were leaving behind a trail of secrets, secrets that would haunt him forever.

Devoum's voice was low and menacing, his words dripping with malevolence as he spoke. "Yes, you are right, Mabus. This is just the beginning of you immersing in horror. You will face it almost every day of your life." His eyes seemed to bore into Mabus's soul, his gaze piercing and unyielding.

Mabus's mind raced with the implications, his thoughts a jumble of fear and disbelief. His eyes widened in terror, his voice barely above a whisper as he uttered the words, "What the fuck..." The curse hung in the air,he knew ...

Mabus walked out of the Galactic building, its unassuming exterior belied the horrors that lurked within. The bright sky was filled with flying cars, and people strolled by with their pets, oblivious to the evil that had transpired mere moments before. The scene was deceptively warm and peaceful, but Mabus knew the sinister truth.

As he walked alongside Devoum, he couldn't help but wonder about the fate of the girls they had saved. "Devoum, would those girls have died if we weren't there?" he asked, but Devoum ignored him, his expression cold and unyielding.

They continued walking, passing by a group of young boys playing on the metropolis field. Mabus's mind wandered, remembering when he too was carefree and cheerful. Devoum seemed to sense his thoughts, but his face remained impassive.

As they walked, Mabus's stomach growled with hunger. He spotted a cake shop and his eyes landed on a purple cake that caught his attention. He had no money, but Devoum generated some and handed it to him. Mabus thanked him and bought the cake, devouring it in mere moments.

But soon, his stomach began to ache, and tears streamed down his face as he vomited blood. His lips were stained red, and he knew he was dying. "Devoum, am I dying?" he asked, his voice laced with pain.

Devoum's response was nonchalant. "Yes, you are dying. The cake you bought was poisoned." Mabus's mind raced with questions, but Devoum's explanation was curt. "The poison cake was meant for someone else, but the delivery person wasn't around, and an ignorant person sold it to you."

Mabus laughed maniacally, his body wracked with pain. "My jinx is working, hahaha!" Devoum's expression remained cold, his voice devoid of emotion. "Who asked you to play with me? I wasn't kidding when I said you're jinxed for a year." With that, he picked Mabus up and disappeared, leaving behind a trail of blood and the cake behind.