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SHE DECIDED TO KILL HIM

That is the title of my new chapter about a heroine—a killer—whom I will explore further in the Dark Magic series. The woman as the giver of life and death is an interesting theme within the Berkano modality. Some aspects are based on reality observed through the magical work of a practitioner in both the physical and astral realms. I can only say that, evidently, non-magicians who were healthy suddenly fell seriously ill after her operation and were out of the physical realm within a few days. I even managed to obtain a statement from an eyewitness who observed her during such an operation (the woman had moved into his apartment so she could better focus her attention on her neighbor; it was impossible not to notice, especially since the visit was about this). He didn’t know what was going on, but it was terrifying, and based on where the lady directed her attention, he knew exactly what she was up to a few days later at the funeral. Of course, I can’t provide instructions on how to perform such an operation. It requires much more than just technique, motivation, and determination. It is dangerous especially for readers, because not everyone has that “something extra.” Who would want to lose readers this way?

To the nitpickers, I’ll say straight out that no scientific study could have been conducted, and I am not aware of any success statistics. Non-magicians usually claim it’s a coincidence, but there’s no point in arguing with them. 

So, an excerpt:

She decided to kill him. Not out of revenge—in fact, she didn’t even know him, and she couldn’t care less about him. She decided to do the Universe a favor. Sometimes, the one who accumulates power becomes the Universe’s executioner. 

He wasn’t a statesman, nor a person holding a significant position within the whole. He was just an ordinary toxic moron who, through his stupidity, had stepped into their circles. He had no idea. Some considered him brilliant and funny. But his jokes were always aimed at someone he’d chosen as a target, on whom he’d vent his stupidity-overflowing, insecure self. His wife is slowly beginning to suspect that when he has no other target, he directs his vile talent against her. It’s hard to tell anyone; it’s about strange little things, and she wasn’t exactly known for her ability to put abstract things into words. His young children won’t have time to realize just how much that bastard they call Dad has ruined their lives. 

It’s a simple equation. After Univers, she needed support, and it led her to him with a silent question: “Will you be my executioner?”

They didn’t have to meet in person; it was enough to choose the side he was currently attacking. The reverse principle of a lightning rod. She never understood why herd principles prevented the creatures from being exposed.  But the world of solid matter is a place where logic seeps through with large gaps. Perhaps a subconscious effort by the crowd not to draw the predator’s attention to themselves. Every predator, though unaware of it, has several natural enemies. The most powerful of these is the Universe itself.

All right, she readied her katana in the room on the astral plane, inhaled—exhaled... and pounced on him... it happened quickly. 

In the physical world, nothing unusual happened. He slept, weighed down by a terrifying dream from which there was no escape. He won’t remember it; he’ll only feel a strange sense of danger for no apparent reason. It was Death who began to extinguish the candle of his life. 

It was solely up to Death to determine the place, time, and manner of impact on physical reality. In extreme cases, the process of destruction dragged on painfully. Occasionally, the capricious Universe decided to suppress only certain vital functions to a minimum and allow a somewhat longer period of time. With a bit of luck, it would draw some healer into the drama of life and death, with whom it decided to settle a score. The line between curing a disease and transferring it to the healer is not always clearly defined.  However, that was not the case here.

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