Need for a plea

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A turn, and another turn! Suddenly, at the next step, Frankenstein was stunned by a blow. In two immediate jumps, he bounced to the side, covered himself, blindly kicked the invisible enemy... His foot drove over the stone surface.

There was no enemy: he simply crashed his forehead straight into the wall. But why? Before, there was a passage right here!

Nevertheless, the new wall just proved way too palpable. Rubbing his forehead, which was slightly ringing, Frankenstein banged his fist on the stone with annoyance.

- So there is something to hide, isn't there, Raisel?

Alone with himself, he could not pretend to be respectful. He had a habit of amusing himself with petty insults aimed at the stronger ones; in his many fights, it has always helped him.

Then an idea came into his jingling skull.

"Knock... Knock..." - he pounded on the wall, putting his ear to it. This seemed to be it... Yes, this is where the hits sounded clearer.

Frankenstein squinted with delight. The wall could be breached if he wished, that door behind it could be broken open. He wondered if the clan leaders would dare accuse him of attacking their subordinates if he managed to bring out out the monstrous experiments of the secret mansion. Oh, that's when Frankenstein would make them put down the proud looks with which they impugned him for violating the parity between humans and nobles.

Well, but what's hidden there, what could it be? Hundreds of bodies dissected by the indifferent hand of the silent Raisel? Half-dead monsters, mutants - the brats of Death itself? He longed to know. He was craving it! Craving!

A purple glow lay on the wall. Invisible in the darkness, black flames poured out in such a torrent, that not even the Doctor himself was expecting. But no longer he was bothered with the unruliness of that energy . Nor did he care that the image of the faithful servant, the one he had been shielding for weeks, would crumble with the wall barrier.

Ahead, there lay the precious secrets of Lucedonia. Yes. They must all be here - all the keys to the power of the hypocritical demigods. These must belong to him, Frankenstein, not to those pretending to be protectors while they themselves breed monsters and take over settlements.

He will make much better use of those secrets - for the good of humanity. He will take people out of the cage of their natural weakness, which made them like toys in the hands of the great ones! Frankenstein's hand, ablaze with purple fire, slammed his fist into the wall. To gain power, to absorb, to devour... Devour...

- Enough!

Frankenstein drew his spear so sharply that he chocked on his own breath, the flames burning him from within, reluctant to cease.

- Playing around, mad girlfriend of mine?

Slowly the world became clearer, the illusion receded. Frankenstein groped for the dent in the wall. Granite chips crumbled from beneath his fingers.

- You will obey me, maggot, or we won't acquire anything at all, - the doctor hissed at the Spear. A tickle inside him he felt, a giggle.

So, he had exposed himself to di Raisel for the whim of his own instrument. No, he would not try to advance any further today. He must gather his will, cool his mind, and proceed cautiously.

Will it work out?

Since that unfortunate night when he'd barely escaped the battle with the two clan leaders, there had been no sign of the Spear: nightmares that haunted him at night, strange thoughts. Frankenstein hadn't experienced anything like this in fifty years.

"Will it work out?" - echoed in his head with a snide echo. A deafening chuckle stretched that echo, blared, splashed out...

Frankenstein recoiled from the wall with such force, that every muscle in his body ached. The Spear tried to pull his body forward, while he dragged himself back. It felt like he was tearing himself apart.

"Oh damn, how tired I am. How dark it is!" Frankenstein lamented, trying to rein in the Spear. As if responding to his complaint, a lone candle flashed in the corridor. The candelabrum lit itself, followed by the next. Through the purple haze Frankenstein could see the end of the corridor, beyond which the main hallway began.

Frankenstein dragged himself down the corridor lined with bright dots. Behind him, there trailed a plume of lively and quite excited gloom - as heavy as a hundred thousand human deaths.

He stepped out into the hall. Immediately the candles lit up all the way to the door to the sitting-room: one after the other, as if dancing. Cadis Etrama di Raisel was inviting the careless servant, and Frankenstein had no other way out. Anything to get away from the darkness.

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