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Session 55

Glass Walls Pt 3: Into the bunker

Screams.

Once more they haunted Aegiochusmon, serving as a constant reminder of what he allowed to go down that wonderful day. Even as he walked into this town, he could still distinctly hear their agony from all the way back in Mahora.

"Much quieter than I remembered it being." the harem mage thought as he meandered his way down the sidewalk. It was probably the most intact thing around here, compared to the dead grass and the cracked exteriors that made up the once occupied homes of the town. Not that Aegiochusmon really had any clue what this place like before this, having only been here a couple times. Even then, it had been limited too just one building. "A shame I had to visit at the one time when everything is a wreck."

Aegiochusmon took another step, only for a flyer to stick to his foot. He then stopped, carefully pulling it off. It wasn't anything that impressive, being just a piece that described the many amenities granted to those that had sign up for Under-Living. It had everything one expected from a private community, with a swimming pool, rec building and five star dining among other things. The only other real thing of note was the text being displayed in both orange and blue.

The harem mage tossed it back on the ground and turned his attention back to his surroundings. For the amount of destruction that occurred, no traces of actual life seemed to exist here. Silence was all that remained here, with the only source of life coming from him. It was the weirdest sort of thing. In no other world could one quite experience such a phenomenon. But by the same token, most worlds didn't seem as devoid of life as this place.

Aegiochusmon continued to walk, watching the ruined homes give way to more ruined houses, each one its own unique story. If he had the time, maybe he would've taken the time to explore each one and get a feel for the former occupants.

For now though, the harem mage would just have to keep walking. If he didn't, the chance to reunite with Polly and company would slip out of his grasp once more.

"Please be alright." Aegiochusmon thought and sighed, muttering something under his breath. As much as he wanted to trust his partner's 'parents', something told him that would be far from the case. The former SHSL Inventor and Plastic Surgeon seemed a tiny bit on the crazy side, somehow straddling the line between both good and evil. On one hand, you had Adrian, a man whose inventions probably did save countless lives and make said people. But on the other hand, his wife Lauren was a different story. She was known for three major things in particular. One was her skill with the her tools, capable of seamless transplants of flesh from one body to another, possibly to the point of sewing whole bodies together. The second major thing, was the fact that she had switched from Mahora to Hope Peaks and with her information related to magic, the school and its students.

Aegiochusmon took a deep breath. While it was good to remember this sort of thing, he suspected there was much more at hand than just that. But what exactly, wasn't quite clear yet.

Before he could ponder his former colleagues any further, his stomach rumbled.

"Hmmm…" he thought and looked around, eventually focusing on a vending machine. The harem mage quickly made his way over, only for his gaze to focus on an object right in front of it. The object in question appeared to be a juice box, filled with chicken noodle soup for some reason. It was one of a couple that someone had dropped, all of which seeming to lead towards a large cathedral building. Strangely, the only other landmarks of real significance appeared to be a small daiquiri bar and a large grey building with a no longer powered sign up top. Whatever it said didn't quite matter to the harem mage, casually making his way towards the cathedral. The screams seemed to grow as he approached, each step bringing forth more and more pain and sorrow.

"Wonderful." Aegiochusmon thought and took another deep breath. Something told him whatever was behind this door wouldn't be welcoming. No, it would be a reminder of where things went wrong. "This is for you, Polly."

He pushed the doors open and stepped inside, only to do a double take.

It looked like a war zone had exploded within its walls. Dried blood seemed to cover a majority of the surfaces, with the occasional bone fragments thrown in for good measure. Strangely though, there appeared to be no bodies to link to said fragments. Other than that, someone had left a green jacket on the floor.

The harem mage reluctantly picked it up, carefully making sure that it had been unused along with having sufficient pockets to store everything that he had spent the past fifty chapters lugging around in the space between his legs and knee pads.

"Perfect." the harem mage thought and cracked a smile. While as awesome as this unintentional gift turned out to be, the screams reminded him once more it would last that long. "No rest for the wicked."

He carefully fitted the article of clothing onto his large body, making sure to not accidentally tear it. While it was a tight fit, it would serve its purpose quite nicely.

With that finally out of the way, Aegiochusmon returned his attention to the room. It was your standard dark brick sort of deal, with some lighter stone bricks to somehow balance the room out. He turned his attention to the only other exit to the room, a short passageway that might lead somewhere. The harem mage stepped right through, taking note of the faint chemical smell that filled the air. It was possibly someone had attempted to clean the mess up, only to fall victim as well. Or, it the chemicals had been used for something far more devious, such as the preservation of dead bodies.

Once he was out of that hallway, he took another deep breath as the screams grew even louder. They were quickly reaching ear-shattering level, with the possibility of temporary deafness looming overhead. And yet, he could at least make out what they were 'saying' to an extent.

'What did we do to deserve this?!"

'Please don't hurt us…'

Those were some of the more milder ones amid the threats to go full-blown psycho on their captors. Which was less of a threat and more of a possibility waiting to happen. Whether or not it did, remained the question. And yet, he suspected he would get the answer quite soon.

Aegiochusmon sighed and turned his attention to the end of the room. There a crude sign labelled 'Morgue' had been placed over a door, seeming to serve as a marker within this building. There was no going back now. Even if he had wanted too, some force in his head refused to just let him turn around and walk away. Reluctantly, the harem mage grabbed hold of the knob and pushed the door open, only to do a double take.

Unlike the rooms he had just left, this room had a t-shaped design with plain walls and a white tile floor. In here, the screams had stopped, having been replaced with the sight of all these bodies strewn about the room. At least one had been chained to a window, forced to take in as much of the sun rays as humanly possible. Not that person in question was really that much one, having more in common with Lily than say that of a regular person.

Another girl had all of her limbs scattered around the room, with the body parts getting chained to some of the girls. How they expected this to work is beyond me.

All of them had been treated with the utmost of care, having had all their vital organs carefully removed and then carefully stitched back up. But for what exactly, the harem mage wasn't quite sure.

Nonetheless, he decided to wait. Something told him it wouldn't be that long of one.

Notes:

I'm not sure I would trust something written in blue and orange. But that's just me.

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Next Time: The other piece...