Mission Briefing: Vengeful spirit, special grade. Age unknown. Cause of death unknown. Approach with caution.
"Can we make this quick? I'm meeting the new students today, you know— gotta make a good impression."
The spirit in front of him is a twisted amalgamation of anger, regret, grief, and a desire for vengeance — so much so that he can't even feel the lone desire usually manifested in regretful spirits. All it is is hatred, burning and boiling and raging as he assesses it, wonders whether or not he could have turned out like this, whether or not death is truly something to be so enraged about. He wonders what happened to this spirit, what twisted it into such a tormented creature, how on earth its hatred in life warped into such an aberrant, depraved spirit hell bent on hurting innocent, living souls.
He wonders if he himself could have turned out like that. Perhaps in another life.
"O grantors of dark disgrace, you need not wake up again."
The talisman suppressing the wicked creature glows a fiery blue, and a bloodcurdling shriek fills the empty halls of the abandoned home. For a moment, there is deafening silence — and then all is well again, the stillness filled with chirping birds and noisy cars and sounds of the life living outside.
"Rest now," he murmurs to the spirit he'd erased from existence, eyes shut as he feels the last traces of the spirit's energy ebb away. He takes a moment of silence, a moment to bask in the world around him, that world that both he and the vengeful spirit had left behind.
Now, to meet his students...
"Can we make this quick? I'm meeting the new students today, you know— gotta make a good impression."
The spirit in front of him is a twisted amalgamation of anger, regret, grief, and a desire for vengeance — so much so that he can't even feel the lone desire usually manifested in regretful spirits. All it is is hatred, burning and boiling and raging as he assesses it, wonders whether or not he could have turned out like this, whether or not death is truly something to be so enraged about. He wonders what happened to this spirit, what twisted it into such a tormented creature, how on earth its hatred in life warped into such an aberrant, depraved spirit hell bent on hurting innocent, living souls.
He wonders if he himself could have turned out like that. Perhaps in another life.
"O grantors of dark disgrace, you need not wake up again."
The talisman suppressing the wicked creature glows a fiery blue, and a bloodcurdling shriek fills the empty halls of the abandoned home. For a moment, there is deafening silence — and then all is well again, the stillness filled with chirping birds and noisy cars and sounds of the life living outside.
"Rest now," he murmurs to the spirit he'd erased from existence, eyes shut as he feels the last traces of the spirit's energy ebb away. He takes a moment of silence, a moment to bask in the world around him, that world that both he and the vengeful spirit had left behind.
Now, to meet his students...
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