"What are you?" I know magic had been withdrawn a bit from the world, but I didn't figure people would be so surprised by its use. I swear its like the longer I'm away from society, the more society forgets people like me exist at all.
"I was called a demon before, it caused a bit of a crisis of conscience in me. Until I remembered I didn't have one." I admit I'm a sucker for good theater. And since the doctor was about to live the rest of his life out dying painfully I might as well play up that aspect.
"You're a monster, I'm doing science here, you're just a brutal murderer." He spit at me and I didn't have much to say to that.
"Right science, carving up the homeless for some experiment while you muscle vendors on the street with your gang of hoodlums. Forgive me if I don't think they'll knock down your door to give you a humanitarian of the year award." He scowled at me.
"I'm helping people you ingrate! I take the organs from the weak to give to the strong, thus allowing the best parts of our society to survive!'
"Best parts meaning who you deem best, well I'm sure you'll appreciate what I'm about to do to you then." He looked on in horror as I worked a bit of necromancy and fixed myself up with the doctor. Because I wanted to know what he wasn't telling me I took his memories with his life (well that and I was pretty hurt, you can't be choosey when you need every last drop). The pain came back, bones mending themselves, wounds closing and healing hurts, but I knew it was temporary and that's always welcome (as opposed to all the other pain I receive in life). Feeling better in two ways (physically and mentally) I took stock of the situation, the doctor had been a very bad man, and I had a long list of new people to show the error of their ways. And by that I mean murder them.
Look I have a hammer and its murder.
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