The Story of a Servant killer

File: The Black Silence

                                                                      

File: The Black Silence

Origin: America/Unknown

Archetype: Curse

                                                   

[CLASSIFIED TO ALL PERSONEL UNDER THE CLOCK TOWER LORDS]

[ACCESS GRANTED: MARISBURY ANIMUSPHERE]

[DATE OF ACCESS: 4/3/XXXX]

Her family line has carried a heavy burden give by those that came before whether they had been inflicted by such a curse before hand was unknown but with the assistance of scholars they have hypothesized that it was created during Early periods of the American Revolution, merely a hypothesis and it's possible it can be dated before then but the origination of this curse has been narrowed to America created by a Native American tribe due to the hypothesized era.

When researched further the first sign of the Black Silence was during 1917 World War I. When the western front was visited by magus's sent by the Clock tower the battlefield was in a deafening silence, what should've been heard was gun fire, explosions, and shouting was replaced by silence and a thick eerie fog. 

When the team returned one magus returned bleeding severely and we were able to keep him alive despite all the blood loss after managing to recover the clock tower lord [CLASSIFIED] questioned the magus and recorded his response on a separate document

"Can you tell me what happened to the other magus's you were with?" The Lord asked "I don't remember" The Victim said causing more questions to rise in the Lords head "Alright then what of the trenches? What did you find before you were all wiped out?" The Lord asked 

"Um, We entered the trenches and saw bodies littered everywhere and it stunk pretty bad too, possibly dead for more than a week and all of them had hole's in them and when we went deeper into the trench the bodies just kept building up everywhere within the trench and when we entered the command center... it was a bloody mess. That was when one of us suggested we should head into the Jerry's side of the trenches that's where it all went down hill. When we walked across no man's land we could hear faint whispers but only one of us could hear them and we brushed it off as the guy being a pussy and went on and entered the Jerry's trench and when we searched it everything was the same except we found an officer cowering in the corner who was shaking uncontrollably as if he had seen a monster" The victim explained shaking slightly uncomfortable retelling such horrors

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"W-Wer bist du! Komm zurück!" The German officer shouted pushing himself into the corner he was already in with his pistol drawn "Easy! Easy!" One of the magus's said "Some one in this squad speak German?" The other asked "Don't move I'll talk the guy, Einfacher Freund" The female Magus said softly causing the Officer to drop his gun and slide down the corner wall of the pillbox "Du musst gehen, er ist nein, er kommt!" The German officer warned shaking in fear as the woman approached and held his hands "Atme, atme, was kommt?" She asked the officer "Der Teufel, Der Teufel! Es hat alle umgebracht! Es war egal, auf welcher Seite wir standen, zuerst ging es für die Briten und dann kam es für uns! Ich kann es flüstern hören!" The officer said his eyes wide open from the fear

"Hey what'd he say!?" The victim asked "From what he's telling me it's the devil. It killed the British first and then the Germans. We need to get out of this place and report back" The woman said "Some load of bullshit, ask him what the-!" The Victim looked towards the officer that held his pistol to his head "Jetzt ist es zu spät" The officer pulled the trigger giving into the terror 

"Christ..." The female magus said

The whispers could be heard by the group causing them to dash out of the pill box and outside. They felt terror the victim sprinted as fast as he could with his group behind him but the view of a man appeared wearing British uniform and it's colors differentiating it from ordinary soldiers with the color black while carrying a trench shovel and a pistol "Shit, that's not one of ours right?" One of the magus's asked but before they could say anything the black figure approached walking slowly before stopping a good distance away from the group "Hey german lady do you have any ideas?" One of the magus's asked "From what I gathered from the officer, all we can do is fight because I don't think he's going to let us leave" The female magus said

The magus's utilized their mage craft which proved ineffective no matter where they striked. When it was struck by flames it returned the favor by burying a shovel deep through the magus that attacked one of the magus's that attempted to strike at it with a curse only caused it to absorb the pointless attack and had their limbs removed from them in a blink of an eye 

The two remaining magus's was the woman and the victim "One of us needs to run the other needs to stay to keep it distracted" The victim said as the two began to sprint away from it "Your right. I'll stay and you go. I don't want to hear anything about morality if one of us doesn't warn the lords about this thing they'll just be sending more magus's to this hell hole to die by this thing now go!" The woman shouted stopping in her tracks as the victim sprinted away and the woman was face to face with the man as she raised her hand to use mage craft it raised it's rifle as intelligible whispers emanated from it except one word she managed to catch on

"Furioso" 

The Victim sprinted on and on not looking back knowing the fate of the magus that stayed behind as tears fell from his eyes from guilt the weight of death bared down onto him as he continued on "Oh god. Oh god why is this happening!" The Victim stopped when he heard whispers in behind him causing the last magus to tumble towards the ground before lifting himself up and continuing on despite knowing the danger behind him was met with a sharp pain in his leg "Agh!" causing him to stumble but continue to run on the next shot rang through the battlefield and hit him in the shoulder and the third shot through his ankle causing him to scream in agony and fall to his knee as the man approached from in front of him despite being behind him 

it grabbed him by the neck and lifted him up the victim took a good look at the black figure in front of him and noticed he had no face underneath that plate helmet "W-What the hell...." The Victim stared into the abyss that was the black figures face passing out from the pain

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"What was the most notable thing about his appearance?" The Lord asked "He was wearing average british uniforn but in black with a Plate helmet with on his head but the creepiest thing was... he didn't have a face."

The victim from of the corner of his eye saw the black figured man causing him to panic and blink "Thank you for sharing sir. You will be generously rewarded for your report" The clocktower Lord got up and left without another word besides a promise of a reward that should've made him happy yet he feels devoid of all emotions except his anger and sadness

The next day the Victim of the incident was found hanging in his room 

with a empty black letter placed neatly in his pocket 

"All that remains in the end is silence"