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Ghostfreak drifted deeper into the house, careful not to disturb anything.
Most of the shelves were empty—rotted wood, scattered debris, nothing of value.
But one shelf stood apart from the rest. Cleaner. Less dust.
And on it—A single book.
Old. Leather-bound. Its surface cracked with age, yet strangely intact.
Ghostfreak's visible eye narrowed.
-Frown
"...."
He reached out and lifted it.
The weight felt wrong. Not heavy in mass—but heavy in meaning.
He opened it. The First Page
The handwriting was uneven, pressed deep into the parchment as if carved by trembling hands.
An apology. Not to a person. To God.
Ghostfreak read in silence.
"...."
The words spoke of a father who had committed an unforgivable act.
A man who had colluded with a power far worse than devils—a being that did not belong to the natural order.
A force that promised survival in exchange for obedience.
The reason was laid bare.
To escape execution by the king.
To live. The book itself was the price.
A vessel that would consume lives. A scripture that would claim innocent souls.
A record of sins—both the author's, and those yet to come.
The writing grew more desperate as the page continued.
"This book bears my crimes,"
The father had written.
"And the crimes of the disasters it will bring."
There was no plea for forgiveness.
Only acceptance. The final lines were shakier, ink blotched where the pen had paused too long.
A confession from what remained of his sanity—written before the corruption took him completely.
"I will not reach the heavens.I know this."
"But if any fragment of my faith remains… let this stand as warning."
The name followed.
A father's name Georgie Mendis.
Ghostfreak stopped reading. The room felt colder.
Ghostfreak turned the page.
What greeted him was not prose, but structure.
A table of chapters—carefully organized, obsessively precise.
"...."
There were thirteen chapters in total.
Each chapter followed the same pattern:
Three sins
One devil
One other name, always written with a title
Sir ———
Ben's eye moved slowly down the list.
The Thirteen Chapters (as recorded in the book)
-> Adultery · Deceit · Desire
Devil: Belphegor
Sir Caelum Ashborne
-> Betrayal · False Love · Cowardice
Devil: Asmodeus
Sir Lorien Vael
-> Obsession · Envy · Possession
Devil: Leviathan
Sir Seraphel Dorne
-> Wrath · Pride · Judgement
Devil: Samael
Sir Aurelion Kade
-> Lust · Hypocrisy · Vanity
Devil: Lilitu
Sir Valen Rosethorn
-> Greed · Theft · Profanation
Devil: Mammon
Sir Edrick Voss
-> Cruelty · Silence · Complicity
Devil: Abaddon
Sir Noctis Marrow
-> Despair · Submission · Self-Loathing
Devil: Belial
Sir Ithran Vale
-> False Faith · Blasphemy · Manipulation
Devil: Baal
Sir Calderion Whitewing
-> Hatred · Cleansing · Justification
Devil: Azazel
Sir Mordryn Hale
-> Dominion · Corruption · Control
Devil: Astaroth
Sir Lucien Crowe
-> Sacrifice · Acceptance · Damnation
Devil: Moloch
Sir Thalos Emberfall
-> Judgement · Silence · Erasure
Devil: Nullifer
Sir Riven Ash
Ghostfreak paused. The sins were not random.
"...."
They were scenarios. Patterns of human failure as Ghost freak realized.
"…You're not just killing, You're following a script."
He turned the page.
Inside the Chapters each chapter opened with an illustration.
On one side—A devil, grotesque and distorted, horns twisted, wings torn and leathery, eyes burning with hunger.
On the other—The figure called Sir.
Humanoid. Two horns—clean, symmetrical. And two feathered wings, pristine and untouched.
Not demonic. Something else.
Fallen, perhaps—but not corrupted in the same way.
Beneath the images were detailed explanations.
Not stories. Instructions.
Rituals describing how to orchestrate specific sins.
Methods to provoke betrayal, adultery, despair.
Precise ways to kill after the sin was fulfilled—Not out of rage. But timing. Position. Symbolism.
All to ensure the soul would be claimed.
Not by the devil. But by the other being.
Ghostfreak's grip tightened slightly on the book as he thought.
"This isn't worship, It's harvesting."
The father hadn't written a holy text.
He had written a manual.
A system designed to feed something that didn't belong to heaven or hell.
And Jack—Jack was simply the latest executor.
Ghostfreak closed the book slowly, the animals around him still silent as he muttered.
"…Thirteen chapters, And you're still in the middle of it."
Ghostfreak closed the book.
For a brief moment, he simply hovered there, the weight of what he had learned settling deep within him.
Then his body shifted.
Dark tentacles unfurled from his body, wrapping around the ancient book with careful precision. The pages did not resist. The leather did not tear.
With a smooth, unnatural motion, Ghostfreak absorbed the book into his body, sealing it safely within himself—hidden from sight, protected from loosing it while he murmured.
"…YOU'RE COMING WITH ME,"
He drifted out of the abandoned house, phasing through the wall as if it were mist, and emerged back onto the streets of Rivermoor.
The city was busier now.
Merchants called out prices. Guards patrolled in pairs. Life continued—unaware of how close it had come to something far worse.
As Ghostfreak moved along the street, invisible to all eyes, he spotted a familiar figure ahead.
Nebra. She was speaking quietly with one of her Silver Eagle squad members, posture composed, expression focused.
Ghostfreak glided closer.
He leaned in beside her—And spoke.
"I FOUND A BIG LEAD."
Nebra stiffened hearing a freaky voice behind her.
"...."
Her breath hitched, shoulders jerking slightly as she nearly jumped out of her skin.
"…Damn it,"
She muttered under her breath, pressing a hand to her chest.
She turned her head just enough to glare at the empty space beside her.
"You could at least warn me."
A pause. Then she sighed and added.
-Sigh
"…I know that voice, One of yours, isn't it?"
Ghostfreak let out a low, distorted chuckle as his invisibility faded.
-Chuckle.
His form materialized beside her—tattered white body hovering just above the ground, a single eye glowing faintly as he spoke.
"SMART AS EVER,"
People nearby did not notice him. Their eyes simply slid past.
Nebra crossed her arms.
"Then stop hiding and explain."
"NOT HERE, COME TO THE GUARD HEADQUARTERS."
Ghostfreak replied calmly.
Her expression sharpened instantly.
"That serious?"
Ghostfreak nodded once. Without another word, his body shimmered, fading back into invisibility.
-Nod
"VERY. I'LL SEE YOU THERE."
And then he was gone—slipping away into the flow of the city, leaving Nebra standing still for a moment longer than usual.
She exhaled slowly. She muttered while pouting.
-Pout.
"…Every time,..."
Then she turned to her squad member.
"Change of plans. We're heading to the guard headquarters."
Guard Headquarters...
Meeting Room...
The meeting room was sealed off from the rest of the headquarters.
Only the guard captain and four trusted guards were present—chosen carefully, sworn to silence. Every other guard had been dismissed under the excuse of routine patrols.
They were still discussing patrol routes when the door opened again.
The mood shifted instantly.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Silver cloaks. A Magic Knight squad.
And not just any squad—Silver Eagles.
The guards straightened in surprise. As one of them whispered, unable to hide his disbelief.
"Captain…?"
The guard captain blinked once, then quickly recovered and stepped forward.
"This is… unexpected. But welcome. Your presence is an honor."
Relief followed the surprise.
With Magic Knights involved—especially a reputed squad like the Silver Eagles—this nightmare might finally end.
Nebra gave a brief nod, professional and composed.
-Nod
"We're here to assist with the investigation. Since we were here hired to catch the same killer."
Then Ben stepped forward.
Now fully in his human form, illusion removed, presence calm but heavy.
Without a word, he placed the old leather-bound book onto the center of the table.
The sound it made—soft, dull—seemed far louder than it should have been. Then Ben said quietly,
"This, contains the killer's reason."
Silence fell. The guards stared at the book as if it might move on its own.
"...."
"...."
"...."
"The motive,"
While Ben continued while everyone continued.
"The pattern. The script he's following. It's all in there."
Nebra reached out and picked it up.
The moment she opened the first pages, the color drained from her face.
She read. And kept reading.
Her fingers tightened around the edges of the book. As she muttered.
"…This is insane,"
She flipped to the chapter list.
Her eyes widened.
Thirteen chapters. Sins. Devils. Names written like titles. As she spoke in low voice.
"This isn't just murder, It's ritualized. Structured. He's reenacting something—completing something. It's a serious offence."
One of the guards swallowed.
-Gulp
"You mean… he believes he's justified?"
While Ben nodded and added.
-Nod
"He's not improvising. Every victim is chosen to fulfill a condition."
The guard captain leaned forward, jaw clenched.
"So all this time… we weren't chasing a man."
"We were chasing a belief,"
Ben replied which made everyone stare at the book in silence.
Nebra closed the book carefully, as if it were dangerous even to touch.
"If this is true,"
She said, voice steady despite the shock,
"then the killer won't stop on his own."
When something involving a devil it was the most forbidden thing in this kingdom considers its history with a devil perviosly.
But now in this book thirteen devils and a being far worse compared to them is mentioned here.
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