Owen turned to see who it was and saw Zombie standing there, his eyes cold and full of rage.
"Is was you, right?"
Before Owen could respond, he got knocked out because Zombie used his ability. He then slid his hand into Owen's head, almost as if taking a disk.
He then took his hand out, which revealed a book. Zombie read it for a couple of seconds, the name "Tristan" appearing a lot. After, finding out about Tristan's ability and his address, he simply burned the page and started to leave. However, Kael stopped him.
"Where the hell do you think you're goin'? He was my prey," Kael said angrily.
Zombie looked back and simply ignored him. He continued walking and opened the door, about to leave but just then, Kael appeared right in front of him. "You think you can get away with ignoring me? Who the hell-" Before Kael could finish his sentence, Zombie slapped him. "Kael falcon. Don't interfere. I know that who you work for and everything about him. Not only that but I also know the reason you're here."
Zombie looked at him coldly and said, "Owen's dead. Just report that you killed him."
Kael knew that he was right but his ego wouldn't just let him go. Especially not after he slapped him. "You ain't goin' anywhere," Kael said, summoning and shooting a fireball at Zombie.
Which Zombie easily dodged and before Kael could realize it, Zombie was already behind him and had grabbed him, causing Kael to faint instantly. "It's better that you go to sleep for now since I might have done something I would regret later on."
With that, Zombie left, searching for the address.
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Meanwhile, Tristan was in a tea party full of nobles and wealthy people. He himself wasn't rich but he was known as the "butcher" due to his exceptional cutting skills. His meat was refined and very wealthy person would eat it.
Due to this reason, he was invited to this tea party. Though, he was not the only ordinary person invited since many inventors and doctors were there as well.
"You're the infamous butcher, right?" Asked a wealthy man, who was wearing a 3-piece suit and was holding a glass filled with wine. "Your meat is truly fantastic. It feels otherworldly, haha!"
Tristan didn't bother to smile. Instead, he slightly bowed and offered a handshake. "I...am glad you like my product, sir. Though, I do have much better products..."
"Ohoho! Better product? What could that be?" The wealthy man asked with a smile.
Tristan paused, a slightly, almost unnoticeable and creepy smile appearing on his face. He leaned in to whisper in his ear. "It's a work in progress."
"Really? I am looking forward to it!" The wealthy man said before glancing at his wife, who was gesturing him to come. The wealthy man noticed and said, "Oh! Well, I need to meet with nephew, he's turning 15! See ya later!"
Tristan didn't reply and simply stared at his wife, his eyes unable to look anywhere else. "Ah...I think I found it. I found...my new soon to be masterpiece."
A few hours later...
Tristan approached the wealthy man's wife. Her name was Charlotte and now that she was alone, it was a perfect opportunity to strike. He came up to her and said, "There's someone calling you. He's upstairs. I think her name was Elisa?"
Charlotte looked slightly confused but smiled, saying, "I see. Thank you."
She went up and soon as she did, Tristan closely followed her, just barely far enough to not be noticed. He knew how to kill people. He knew everyone and everything about them. Elisa was the 8-year old daughter of Charlotte and she had gotten quite sick today. That's why she was admitted to a room upstairs since the tea party was in a large mansion that had many doctors.
Tristan knew that she would immediately go up without question. And now that Charlotte was slowly heading to the room and there was no one in sight, he came behind her and placed his hand on her mouth.
With the other arm, he choked her until she went unconscious. Then he dragged her into a dark room. He then proceeded to pull down her pants and his own.
After ten or so minutes, Tristan killed her with a knife.
Surprisingly, Charlotte woke up and was completely normal as if nothing had happened. "Ah, why was I here again?"
"I wouldn't know...anyway, your husband might be waiting for you. You...should go," Tristan said in a low voice, putting on his clothes.
Charlotte's mind was extremely confused. "Why...fuck. Did I get drunk and did it with a fucking butcher? What's wrong with me?! Whatever, I'll just keep it a secret," She thought.
She then put her clothes back on and left.
Within a few hours, she was reported dead as she had suddenly died to a heart attack.
"What a shame is it...Why must paintings be displayed on the wall? It shall be with the one who painted it. Not in a museum for people to admire," Tristan said in a low, whispering voice when he was going to sleep.