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The heart of Hunter seemed to open a door to redemption in an instant. His eyes glistened with tears as James appeared before him, transforming into the only savior capable of liberating him from this endless pain and despair. His heavy body lost its support in the throes of emotion, as if his legs could no longer bear the weight of his frenzied longing. He fell to his knees, breathing heavily, accompanied by silent sobs, his swollen fingers trembling slightly on the ground.
"James... please, tell me... tell me what to do next..." Hunter's voice trembled with a choke, his yearning gaze seeking the ultimate release. At that moment, the only thing clear in his heart was that he had fallen into an inescapable vortex, and the only exit lay with this man before him. The "truth" he spoke of could fundamentally change his meaningless life.
James looked at Hunter kneeling before him, a satisfied smile appearing on his face. He did not immediately respond to Hunter's plea but calmly pulled out a piece of paper from within his black coat. The paper glowed with an eerie dark red light, as if soaked in blood, covered in a dense array of blasphemous symbols and strange phrases. Each symbol seemed like a curse escaping from darkness, exuding an indescribable aura of evil.
James smiled slightly and gently handed the paper to Hunter. "This is what you need—the first step of the Sacrificial Ritual." His voice was deep and calm, as if giving a perfectly ordinary command, yet it carried an unmistakable undertone of irresistible authority.
Hunter's hands trembled as he took the paper. The moment his fingers touched it, an evil power swiftly seeped into his body, as if countless whispers echoed in his ears. The symbols flickered before his eyes, seemingly planting some forbidden seed deep within his heart. He could feel that these symbols contained an ancient and dangerous force—dark and profound—like a flame leading him toward the abyss.
However, this power did not instill fear in Hunter; instead, it exhilarated him further. His breathing quickened, his heartbeat raced, and his body trembled slightly with excitement. This power was something he had never experienced before—a force to defy fate and change his life! He gazed at the blasphemous symbols on the paper, feeling a deep-seated desire within him being ignited completely.
"I... I can feel it..." Hunter's voice was filled with tremors, but it was a quiver mixed with fear and excitement. "This is... this is what I want! This is what I should do! In the past, no one ever took me seriously; I was never human... now, I don’t need to be human anymore!" A mad light sparkled in Hunter's eyes, and his tone brimmed with fervent liberation after self-denial.
He looked at James with eyes full of reverence and fanaticism, like a believer who had found their deity. He no longer wished to be an ordinary person or lead a meaningless mundane life; he wanted more—beyond humanity, beyond fate—to seize the power that had always eluded him. With this paper and this evil force, he aimed to completely transform himself and change his wretched destiny.
James's heart swelled with victorious laughter; although he maintained that gentle yet sinister smile on his face, inside he could hardly contain his glee. Everything was too easy—simple as a brilliant game. He knew that what he handed over to Hunter were merely the most basic steps of an evil ritual; these little tricks were far from complex and could hardly be called true dark power. Yet he understood that the twisted darkness already buried deep within Hunter would naturally give rise to more wicked deeds. James did not need to exert much effort; Hunter's madness and distorted mindset would be enough to drive him toward even more heinous acts.
James stood aside, watching coldly as Hunter knelt on the ground, trembling hands clutching that piece of paper as if wielding a sword capable of altering fate. This paper was merely a catalyst—a fuse—and what James needed was for Hunter to become a loyal member of the Blood Moon Cult, a willing servant ready for sacrifice under the blood moon. He mused inwardly: as long as Hunter was mad enough and obedient enough, this world would grow increasingly chaotic through his actions—and chaos was fertile ground for the resurrection of the blood moon.
"Hunter..." James's voice was low and seductive, laced with devilish softness. "You have already embarked on this path; now all you need to do is immerse yourself completely in this power. It is not an easy road, but as long as you remain loyal to the blood moon, it will lead you to heights you have never imagined."
James observed the fervor in Hunter's eyes and knew he could not turn back now; this fat man—this once hopeless waste—had been lured into an inescapable abyss. All he needed was a clear goal to pursue and execute; preferably making things worse—committing acts so shocking that society would tremble—and Hunter would undoubtedly make things uncontrollable. James had long seen through Hunter's essence; this man was too foolish and chaotic; his methods would only lead to disaster—ideally getting caught immediately after committing a crime. Such an outcome would not only make Hunter his sacrificial pawn but also allow him to pin the deaths of the elderly couple on him, diverting any unfavorable clues away from himself.
"Remember, Hunter, your mission is to carry out the sacrifice and let the power of the Blood Moon fully manifest. All you need to do is immerse yourself in this darkness, without concern for the consequences." James's voice was filled with seduction and temptation, as if guiding Hunter down a path of destruction. "Do those things you've always wanted to do but were too afraid to attempt. Release the anger and pain within you; that is the true path you should follow."
At that moment, James envisioned the future: Hunter racing down this irreversible path of evil, helplessly committing various crimes as offerings to the Blood Moon. When Hunter was arrested and charged, the case of the elderly couple would naturally be pinned on him. Meanwhile, James would slip away from all this chaos, continuing his plans and seeking more sacrifices.
"Now, go," James said with a smile, his tone laced with endless dark allure. "Become the person you are destined to be."
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