If Oedipus still has blood, it will surely boil, almost to the brink of evaporation as he sees the Magician. For some reason, the Magician was something very similar to Father, Vladimir Hunter. They are both too calm, always prepared and anticipated for almost everything in their life. And Oedipus hated it. He hated the way the man slightly tilted his hat to show that he meant no harm. He hated the Magician's calming aura that circles around him. He is just like Father, a lier. He is nothing more than Father, but an oppressor and a bad lier. And on them, Oedipus 

They both wear a mask of fame and fortune. Intellectuals advantages individuals. They are perfect folks that have all they want. They are always calm, Mr. Perfect they are. They have plans for everything. Almost everything. Only when you took their mask off can you see their disgusting side? Their maggots filled, wretched faces are their true self. They hide their beast for too long that they become the beast. They thought they had freed themselves from the most sacred desire, but never see they have become their own chains. Only him, Oedipus, is the one that sees the right way. Only he is the person that understands what it meant to be alive. But still, the thought of living and breathing in the same atmosphere disgusted Oedipus.

Even his presence is enough for Oedipus’s face to become grim. Compare with it, the slap that Oedipus received just a few hours ago were like candy. Sweet and edible. But the Magician? His presence makes the atmosphere to fill with filth. And the thought of there was something like Father even existed makes Oedipus shake without control. But he was not fear, but fill with this strange sense where disgusting and the desire to possess something so strong inhabited the same mind at the same minute. 

It is no strange for Oedipus to begin thinking what he would do if the Magician falling into his hand, the hand of a sadistic psychopath. And this times, Oedipus makes sure that the Magician would alive very long. What he had done to Vlad was unacceptable. Now thinking of it, he should have saved his father. But it is not because of his “paternal love” or “the son’s duty”; Nah, he should save him for the sake of satisfying his own self. The screaming and yelling frantically would be a great thing to hear and see, especially when Oedipus could show how imperfect his father is. Or was.

Sadly, what he had imagined is unreal. Touching the necklace that was made from his father’s skull, Oedipus smirked as his fingers touched the remainder. The rough surface of his father’s skull sends a strange sense along Oedipus’s spine. And memories that are felt so old but only a few day ages came back to him. Memories of being chains and held captive. There was no one. No one to look for. No one to care for. And he sees his father was being loved by other. 

Yes, Oedipus was a different man when he was younger. He was more ignorant, foolish, idiotic, hopeful, naive,... More of everything that comprised a fool. But soon, he learns the lesson. He grew hatred, the things that armed him. He learns greed. 

Greed. The word came into Oedipus’ mind as the sound of waters dripping becomes louder and fiercer. Just right outside, the Magician had finished answering whatever the winged boys had questioned him previously. Unlike the boy, who want justice, Oedipus just want chaos. He does not care if the villagers are puppets or not. He does not care if the Magician is the man that cause for all of the mind slaves thingies at the village back there. In contrast, Oedipus felt a little happy deep in his heart when he saw the child being deprived of love. Maybe, that young pup would grow up and becomes like him. But now, all he could care is having some “Oedipus’ time.” Oedipus’ muscle hardened as he imagined once he finally breaks free from these chains. Very close now, Oedipus said to himself as he follows the Magician’s maid. And the sound of something snapped was quickly covered by the sound of the people’s footsteps and the cop’s words: [color=fdc68a]“Let’s keep things between us.” [/color] or something like that

[color=DC143C]“Let’s the boy be. He is young. And he certainly has the right to make any decision for himself.” [/color]Oedipus said to the Cop before shifting his gaze back to where the Magician disappeared. There is aside from the gloomy grand hall that was crafted from stones. About twelve pairs of candlesticks hanged on each side, shining a very small area compared to the size of the room. Nearby, a few dozen full plate armors standing on both sides of the grand hall, hold their weapons tight. And Oedipus senses something strange about this place, resembling so much like a cage. But apart from that, there is nothing. The gate is closed. The wind howl as its blow against the maples leaves in the courtyard. And it is the full moon with something flying above the horizon line. A scary sight to be seen for those that afraid of ghost. And whether or not it is because of the area or what the Magician had displayed, Oedipus had this strange sense of being followed. Maybe, the Magician had been watching them from the moment they step into his domain. Taking a few steps back to look at the nearby armor, checking to see if there is any person hiding in that bulky metal suit. A grin on Oedipus' face as he peeks through the gaps of the armor's helmet[color=DC143C]“For none of us are his parents after all.” [/color]

Against his expectation, there was nothing in there except for darkness. So Oedipus takes his time strolling around, sometimes stood there and observing an artifact of some sort or a portrait of someone. And of course, causing his hating level to reach a newer high in Michael's list of “Most Hated Person in the World. 
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