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Esimed eyed Ghirahim doubtfully. "I'm going to believe you," he decided. "But youmust understand that I'm going to take you seriously."
Ghirahim nodded sincerely.
"Right." A wicked smile spread across Esimed's face. "Of course, the first line of business is that we suppress the memories of you from the people who knew you."
He nodded again.
"My magic is weak now, though," Esimed told him. "I'm using only a little of it to project this image, but memor—"
"Um, forgive me but…" Ghirahim interrupted. "What do you mean by 'image'?"
"Oh? Have I not explained?" Esimed shook his head, surprised by his sloppiness. "You see, my true form has been sealed away. What they don't realize is that even when I am sealed away I do possess some of my magic. I have enough to create this image and do other minor things. Does that make sense?"
"Yes." Ghirahim nodded.
This boy was hopelessly naïve. "Making so many people forget you completely is simply impossible. So you have to understand that if they ever remember anything about you, well…" Esimed glanced at Ghirahim. He could tell by his face that he understood. He claimed to be prepared to do anything but by that look he knew Ghirahim was not prepared to face death and especially not killing. "Never mind, forget it."
"O… Oh. Okay." Ghirahim attempted to push Esimed's meaning from his head.
"But anyway, I'll erase their memories at night. For now, Ghirahim, I need you to understand something."
"Yes?"
"What do you know about magic?" He looked at Ghirahim quizzically.
"No-nothing…" Ghirahim said, embarrassed.
"Well, be prepared to learn. "Esimed flashed a devilish grin. "You will begin tomorrow."
A smile slowly showed on Ghirahim's face. "R-really? You're serious? You'll teach me?" he asked eagerly.
"What, you thought I was going to let you fight with nothing more then a sword? Are you stupid?" Esimed asked, letting his voice have a cruel edge.
"No…" Ghirahim realized he hadn't really given it any thought at all. All he had thought about was building a new him and becoming someone. He had never thought that he would have to hurt anyone. Sure, he had realized that he would but he hadn't thought about if he would actually be able to, and now that he was really thinking of what being evil actually meant it almost scared him. He would have to kill. He would have to kill in cold blood. And what scared him more then that was that he didn't care. "Please, teach me everything!"
"Heh. Of course."
Ghirahim worked day and night at his spells. As luck would have it, he was a natural with it, but he wasn't nearly good enough. He wanted to be better. He wanted to be amazing so that no one would ever judge him because of his mother ever again. He wanted to show them that he was worth something.
The first lesson he had learned was that everyone who practiced magic needed something that made them uniquely them. Esimed had decided that diamonds were to be Ghirahim's. They fit him according to Esimed. He found it hard to believe at first but they grew on him eventually.
Now, he would use diamonds whenever he would summon something, and whenever he used a disappearing act on himself he would go with a few diamonds. It made him feel important to do things again.
One day, Esimed approached him. "Ghirahim."
"Yes, Master?" Ghirahim replied immediately.
"You're done with training. You're ready to kill."
:D Why am I smiling? Because I discovered writing about people killing is really fun. How strange is that? It just is. :P Of course that isn't until chapter 6 I think... I hope you enjoyed this chapter as well!