"So what are you?" Trezlan got a sense Rem was not a normal person. He felt magical despite not being magical, it was weird. Like he felt like how some relics feel, like he had contained magic, but not anymore. Rem turned with a smile, they were walking away from his office, to some nebulous meeting he had set up with a couple closed off calls. Trezlan didn't think the man was setting him up, but he didn't know him at all. Or if he was even a man.
"I'm a magic eater." Trezlan tried to hide the revulsion on his face but Rem could see it.
"Well that's different."
"Sure you can say your real opinion, that I'm an abomination of an abomination, I've heard it all before, my father was magical. When he saw what I was it killed him, and then it literally killed him when I drained him of his life force to feed my addiction." Rem lit a smelly cigarette and looked up to the heavens as if seeking absolution for his remembered crime.
"You can kill a man by draining his magic power?"
"Not the power, his blood, magical blood is a power you will never know the pleasure of. You're immune from its joys, its highs, its lows. But for me? Its the most addictive substance ever created, I crave magic and the blood. Every moment of my life is in pursuit of that high."
"So standing next to me right now?"
"Agonizing, though I have a job to do, only thing I ask of you is a vial of your blood, just one, I could trip for a week off the power inside of a vial." Trezlan felt even less safe around Rem than he did before.
"Not sure how I feel about that, but I'll wait to see some results, speaking of, where are we even going?" They had wound up in a club district. Lots of blaring loud music and strangely dressed young people.
"I've got some contacts, your son has to be close by based on some factors, just going to put out some feelers in my scene. I'd recommend you stay out here, I can contain myself around you, others here? Not so much." Trezlan suddenly felt very exposed, one magic eater was bad, a whole group of them? Terrifying. He agreed to stay outside. Trezlan wondered about his life choices as he waited outside. He figured somewhere along the way there was a mistake that he could correct and that would override all the failures he saw now. And in that the old necromancer got lost in thought about what he could have fixed before it broke.
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