NOTUM: Study Of A Nightwalker ✔️

How?

Firenze's little dream was nearing its end, as the farmer's stepdaughter Vera placed her head on the stone. The crows on the barren trees cawed, as the executioner's steel axe-head glinted in the sunset. The factory chimneys spewed billowing black smoke at a distance, making it rain soot on the already dead fields.

Silence marked the area as the weapon was raised to its peak. The executioner took in a lungful of air and the axe began moving forwards, submitting to gravity. The blade whizzed down through the air, and the ground behind the stone went dark. The farmer lifted up a bowl filled with fresh red blood, glanced at the corpse and asked the executioner in the black cloak to bury the body.

Firenze wasn't even fazed at the sight of the decapitation, he in fact felt nothing.

The executioner pulled the cloth covering his face off and wiped the sweat off his forehead and nose-bridge.

So this was Bill's father, huh?

Bill hadn't aged a day since that incident. He was a few hours too late to save her.

The corpse writhed as the doctor turned alchemist placed a hand on her back and stroked it. He placed a seed inside the cut and walked away.

"In five hours, my love," he promised, wiping a tear.

"Well?" Firenze asked when the memory faded to black.

The ghost levitating in front of him had a hand covering his mouth, as the nightmare faded into mist against the darkness of his mind. His mind felt more like a conference hall than a screen now, in which stood an intruder, clearly disturbed by the scene that had happened.

Barry's eyes had regained a bit of their lost shine, his cheeks were slightly redder than before.

[Now you know the truth.]

Firenze said, crossing his arms, "Do tell me something though. What did Ash ever do to you to slaughter him like a goat?"

The ghost blinked.

[That was not me.]

A non corporeal voice decided to pitch in.

He's not dead. Why would I ever do that?!

"Humans die when you slit their throats," said Firenze as he smiled to the ghost and pushed him aside.

That was a mere brush, not a deep cut. No one could possibly die from that.

[Careful, Firenze, it doesn't like this arrangement.]

"And the stab?" He asked ignoring the ghost.

If I hadn't done that, he would've choked on the walnut. I just allowed it to reach his stomach and opened a new point to help him breathe.

"He did choke on his blood anyway. On another note, what sort of a creature are you? A demon? "

Look, you were busy screaming at the top of your lungs for you to understand what was going on. You didn't see him breathe after the puncture. You didn't see him having a heart attack, you didn't see me trying to resuscitate him with electricity and neither did you notice that you're standing unharmed after everything!

[Careful, Firenze, it doesn't like this arrangement.]

"So? Just because you give a person an electric shock doesn't mean that he or she would live. For all I know, the man was electrocuted by you. Besides, you died way before defilibrators were even invented; there's no way that he would've lived."