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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 surge of emotion, as if his legs could no longer bear the weight of his frantic desire. 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 mind was that he had fallen into an inescapable vortex, and the only exit lay with this man before him. The "truth" he spoke of would completely 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 emitted a strange dark red glow, as if soaked in blood, covered with profane symbols and bizarre phrases. Each symbol seemed like a curse escaping from the 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 issuing a perfectly ordinary command, yet it carried an undercurrent 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 power—dark and profound—like a flame leading him toward the abyss.
However, this power did not frighten 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 profane 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 mix of 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!" Madness sparkled in Hunter's eyes as he spoke with fervent liberation after self-denial.
He looked at James with eyes full of reverence and zeal, like a devotee who had found their deity. He no longer wished to be an ordinary person or live that meaningless mundane life; he wanted more—beyond humanity, beyond fate—to seize powers he could never touch. With this paper and this evil force, he intended to completely transform himself and change his wretched destiny.
James's heart brimmed with victorious laughter. Though he maintained that gentle yet sinister smile on his face, inside he could hardly contain his smug emotions. Everything was too easy—simple as a splendid game. He knew that what he had given Hunter were merely the most basic steps of an evil ritual; these little tricks were far from complex and couldn't even be called true dark power. Yet he understood that the twisted darkness suppressed within Hunter would naturally give rise to more wicked deeds. James didn't need to exert much effort; Hunter's madness and distorted mindset would drive him to commit even more heinous acts.
James stood aside, coldly observing as Hunter knelt on the ground, trembling hands gripping that piece of paper as if holding a sword capable of changing 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 to sacrifice for the Blood Moon. He mused inwardly: as long as Hunter was mad enough and obedient enough, this world would become more 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 gentleness. "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 watched 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; ideally making things worse—committing enough shocking evil acts that society would be stunned—and Hunter would surely make things unmanageable. James had long seen through Hunter’s essence; this man was too foolish and chaotic; his way of acting would only lead to disaster—preferably getting caught immediately after committing a crime. Such an outcome would allow Hunter to become his sacrifice while pinning the deaths of the elderly couple on him, diverting all 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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