Abomination

Chapter 5: The Liberum

My eyes continued to search for the one book that contained the spells necessary to make my father suffer. I would make him pay and beg for mercy. And when he would finally collapse on his knees, drenched in his tears...I would heal him

--and start the process again.

After a few trails and after boredom seeps into me, I would kill him, but only then. His death alone wouldn't content me.

I left these thoughts and got back to looking for the book I've heard so much about. My father used to tell me about it, back when he still seemed like a normal, loving dad. He told me to stay away from it, that it was evil. He must have told the same thing to Cary, but it was me who she was told to stay away from..., not the book.

I was told that it was large and full of pages of black magic and dark spells and potions. Powerful dark spells that only strong, powerful magic users could utilize.

Without my sister's power, I wouldn't have been able to perform the spells written in that book. Her death, dare I say, caused some...emotions I haven't felt in a long time. For the first time in many years, I felt sadness after killing a person. Part of me regretted the murder, but luckily most of me knew that her death was necessary to achieve my goal.

So was that book...which is why I had to find it. This book was feared by many. It caused dread to seep into the hearts of magic users...or so I've been told.

This book's name was...The Liberum.

Finding it was no easy task. I must have searched through about one hundred books already. None of them matched the description of The Liberum and instead of containing evil, each book I looked at held happy easy spells. Like how to make rainbows with magic. And how to make things levitate.

After looking through about one hundred more books, I felt like giving up. What if The Liberum wasn't even real? After all, I've only heard stories and rumors about its existence.

I groaned and started to reach for another thick book, but stopped when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I let out a soft gasp, startled. I turned around.

"Hello. How may I help you?" the figure behind me asked, dropping her arm to her waist.

The figure was a woman that looked like she was in her early thirties. She wore a long white dress that stopped right above her ankles and large black glasses. She had long black hair and dashing green eyes.

Her words made me realize that she was the librarian. "Hi...um yes. I am looking for a spellbook that contains black magic." I made myself seem friendly as I spoke to her, keeping my tone gentle and calm.

I noticed that her expression changed when I mentioned dark magic. She seemed tenser and suspicious of my intentions. She moved a few steps back.

"It's for a research paper I'm doing for school. Gotta get those grades up, you know what I mean?" I quickly added, hoping to gain her trust and assistance. As I hoped, she became more relaxed.

"Do you have any books in mind?" she asked.

"Yea, do you happen to have The Liberum?"

As soon as those words escaped my mouth, the librarian's expression changed. She looked horrified.

"NO--It doesn't exist. It's just a myth, a story. Leave this room--THIS INSTANT!" her voice became higher and more intimidating, but like anything else in the world, it didn't scare me.

" Look, miss, I need this book. You don't understand. I need it for...good grades. Yea...the greater the book, the greater the grade. At least that's what my teacher said."

The librarian's breathing became slower but the horrified expression still stayed glued to her face.

"As I said before...no. This book..it doesn't exist. It's not real..and even if it was, getting it in your hands would be very dangerous. According to myth, this book--it taints people, consumes them." She spoke more calmly this time, but I could still tell that she was lying.

My father taught me to pay attention to detail which is why while the librarian spoke, I analyzed her facial expressions, her voice, and body movements.

I noticed that the librarian's voice slightly trembled as she spoke. She made brief, unnecessary pauses between words. She swallowed a few times and was nervously scraping the black nail polish off her nails. Finally, her horrified expression wouldn't be there unless the book existed, unless she was hiding it.

"I'm already tainted." I lowered my voice, making it sound threatening as I neared her.

"Tainted with hatred and anger that now runs through my veins." As I spoke, I came closer to the woman who was now evidently scared.

"Tainted with death, evil, and lies." I was now inches away from her face.

"Tell me where the book is or I'll transport you to Hell, rip out all of your organs, and feed them to the hellhounds" I whispered. The librarian closed her eyes as I spoke and slightly shivered.

I took one step back and spoke. "Well?" I asked, slowly starting to get impatient.

The librarian opened her mouth but instead of the answer, she yelled out

"VENTILABIS FORTES!"

Suddenly, I was flung across the room with great force. I found myself sprawled out on the other side of the library with the feeling of pain in my chest. It wasn't large but it was enough to spark anger within me.

"You'll pay for that!" I hissed as I slowly got off the floor.

I felt Cary's magic within me, the immense power that coursed through my veins. I thought of my mother, Cary, the woman I killed, the policeman. Immediately, I started to feel a pang of slight sadness but luckily, my anger was still dominant.

"Dolor!" I exclaimed and fired a ball of energy straight into the librarian's chest.

She let out numerous screams while I laughed, staring at her white dress now stained with blood.