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Chapter 136
🕑 Added 2021-06-03 10:46:41 +0000 UTCMeanwhile, far away in a dark space, barely illuminated by dim green lights, sat an unusual figure, she looked like a woman, with her bewitching forms and appearance, but she also had something different ... Her two long thin horns curved into two crescents and shimmered in cold shades of blues, yellows and reds, even her hair reflected a faint mixture of these colors. Moreover, the girl's skin was deathly pale, and her eyes shone with bright orange lights, like several marks on her body and a small strand of waves on her face. An enchanting picture and incredible beauty, but the coldness and these shining eyes made them freeze with fear.
The witch sat on the infinitely dark earth of this barely lit space. A dark artsy dress, slightly lowered from the shoulders and, a small dark grimoire in his hands with long sharp nails. Dozens of ghostly butterflies hovered around the woman. With all her nature, she showed an unearthly charm and loneliness, consumed by hatred!
- Ha ... - she breathed heavily and biting her tongue with her fangs, angrily cursed:
- Die! Die! Yes, how did you ripen ... Wretched little man, I hate! - regaining her cold expression, she gathered magical powers and sent a message with a trembling in her fingers. Even this small act aroused irreconcilable rage in her.
She wanted to rip him to shreds!
- Pathetic attempts. You are so insignificant ... Without the third part of Death's knowledge, without spiritual power, you are nothing in my eyes.
Abruptly hiding, the woman coughed, but Aidan did not hear this, he continued to jump furiously and tried to get the damned worm, but all to no avail ...
The witch knew this, because of that she was even more angry, even despite the severity of her situation ...
- Who would have thought, I am talking with such an ant ... Such a weakling, could not even accept the full power of the grimoire. He barely reached the curses ... Pathetic! Pathetic! Pathetic! When I get out, I'll make a puppet out of him! I will leave his mind, and I will torture the body for centuries!
Poisonous anger simply overwhelmed the witch. However, she could be understood, all her plans in the past went down the drain. For more than two millennia, she sat in a small artifact, and then finally found a suitable vessel, but there it was! In the end, he swallowed her, not she! This is the highest shame for her as for the great witch who created the very essence of curses, mastered the spiritual forces and fully achieved the control of the magic of laws! She almost defeated one of the high gods, and ended up trapped deep in the soul of a mortal! Usually a human! The weakest race from an insignificant world! Everyone knows how weak people are in magic, without proper magic they are like flies without heads, and even if they are flies, they are still pathetic! How much do they care about the higher races ...
- Who would have thought that this animal possesses such a soul ... - in fact, the witch had to admit that even she, having received a new chance for rebirth, could not have mastered the second stages of the grimoire so quickly. The human soul in front of her really turned out to be special, and after he left the ancient witch with almost nothing - he received even more advantages. As a result, he took the fruits of centuries of labor, and even so disrespectful to them! Not only does he not appreciate such gifts, but he also tries to attack her!
- What a disgusting, all ungrateful little people! - no strength left, she closed her eyes and tried to collect at least some crumbs. Aidan developed, and she was slowly able to connect with him and receive at least a drop of spiritual energy.
- A pitiful world ... A pitiful man and a pitiful me ... Disgusting! How I hate! - the concentration lost, and the witch began to swear violently in some unknown language. The mere conversation with this vile man, who took everything from her, drove her into indescribable rage! He angered her almost as much as the bastard Chronos, because of whom she was generally forced to be in such a state ...
- If ... If only he makes it to the third stage and somehow gets to Elentyr ... I have a chance. - Gathering her strength, the witch again focused on the main thing. She was definitely not going to give up and stay in this godforsaken place. She still had many old accounts. She already dreamed of shedding rivers of blood in all worlds!
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Altar. The voice of the witch. Endless hatred. Pretty quickly, Aidan's consciousness returned to normal. He woke up and grimaced painfully, rubbing his head.
- What the hell ... I turned in my head? Some delirium ... My mind suddenly went into a rampage, and then ... - remembering a distant, enchanting voice, Aidan frowned gloomily:
"So this is ... the creator of the grimoire?" Apparently ... - the wizard got up and dispelled the barrier around him. He was rather worried about the situation, because now he knew that deep inside him was a strange door, behind which a dangerous witch lived. If she is the creator of the grimoire, then her power is incredibly terrifying. Perhaps she is as strong as some Zeref. If she somehow manages to escape, it could be deadly! In addition, Aidan clearly felt some kind of foreign force from that door, he just felt it, his ...
- Mm? - Frowning sharply, the magician closed his eyes, and then opened them in shock: - What the hell is that ... I see? No, this is ... - starting to remember all the knowledge from the grimoire received at the moment of the second touch, the guy shuddered:
- This is a spiritual perception. I already owned the sensing of life, but that's something else. I could roughly feel the emotions of people, and now all this has intensified. Now I can perceive the world with my eyes closed ... That witch did not use magic, but something else ... - Aidan quickly began to realize that in reality she did not speak from afar, but simply somehow sent him a message, using some ability other than simple magic.
- This is not broadcast? But not a curse either, something more strange ... - now Aidan understood much more, since he had acquired knowledge about curses. His spiritual perception stemmed from his God Slayer magic, but knowledge of curses was more of a side knowledge like the Ice God Slayer Magic the first time around. Simply put, this time he strengthened his magic of the Assassin of the Gods of Life and Death, and also acquired additional knowledge about the so-called Curses, a special power that differs from the usual magic.
- Yes, even so I still cannot understand exactly what she was using. Well, anyway, it doesn't matter ... The problem is different, - Aidan sighed grimly.
- Now I again do not feel the approach of conversion. Even if I gained a lot of advantages this time, I'm sure there will be appeals. It’s too stupid to believe in the best, I’m rather convinced that soon everything will only get worse. If I can't know when to call again, it becomes a terrible problem. Heck...
