Chapter 110: Bloody Moon I



Sunday, April 20, 2022.

7:00 PM.

The small town of Jericho was surrounded by dense forests and rolling hills. On one of these hills was the cemetery: Harmony Hill.

The cemetery was located at the top of the hill on the western edge of the town, far from the center.

An iron gate welcomed visitors to the cemetery. If you ventured along the gravel paths, you would see the usual sights in a cemetery: granite tombstones, some covered in moss and others etched with names that had withstood the passage of time. Wilted flowers and faded offerings adorned some graves, while others lay forgotten, overgrown with grass and weeds. The cemetery was not empty. Five hooded figures wearing black cloaks stood along one of the paths near the mausoleums. Two of the hooded figures sat on the steps of the mausoleums, while two others leaned against the cold wall of the funeral monument.

The tallest hooded figure was walking slowly, their gaze absorbed in a book open halfway, held between both hands. He would read the book for a second and look up, observing some red lines drawn on the stone path.

“Atlas, this is the eighth time you’ve checked! The layout is perfect! An inverted pentagram,” Sabrina complained, glancing at the clock on her phone. It was almost sunset, and the lunar eclipse was approaching.

“It’s not just a simple inverted pentagram, girl,” Atlas replied, barely paying attention to Sabrina’s complaints. He had grown used to how whiny his boss’s daughter could be.

‘Everything is in order,’ Atlas thought, closing the book and tucking it into one of the inner pockets of his robe.

“It’s time to act. You four, along with the Hyde, will kill two normies and lure the outcast cop. You must lead him to the teleportation circle we set up. Remember, don’t try to fight him. You’re no match for him,” Atlas said in a calm tone.

“Yeah, we know the plan,” Sebastian replied. They had been planning it for over a month, and it was ingrained in his mind.

“Tyler will be happy to finally kill and get revenge on his fake mother,” Sabrina said with an amused smile.

Since Marilyn died, they have taken care of Tyler and told him what had happened. Sabrina used her red aura and emotionally manipulated him. It was very easy for her. Tyler was a psychopath, and his emotions were extremely unstable, especially after learning about the death of his master.

“With the drug we’ll give him, I’m sure he’ll take several people to the grave before they defeat him,” Amaranth said with a giggle.

“The Hyde’s role will be crucial in the attack on Nevermore. Don’t give him the drug until that moment. We need a big distraction to steal the Book of Shadows and kidnap Wednesday Addams,” Atlas said, and the others nodded.

“Once you deal with the agent, send me the signal. I’ll start the ritual, and we’ll attack Nevermore with the undead. You all must take the Hyde and the mutilated parts to Raven Island. Now, go,” Atlas ordered.

Sabrina and the others started running. Their movements were quick and agile. In no time, they left the cemetery and began descending the hill.

“Are we going to attack Nevermore with an army of the undead?” Deacon asked, still in disbelief at what was about to happen.

He hadn’t known about these plans until after Marilyn died, and he stopped watching over Tyler. Since then, he had spent more time with the group and learned what they were doing in Jericho’s cemetery.

He didn’t understand why they were going to such lengths to revive Crackstone with an army of the undead. It would be easier to kill Luke in a combined attack with the five of them plus the Hyde. Why bother reviving the demonic normie to do the job? It only increased the chances of being discovered, and the punishment would be worse if it was revealed they had revived Crackstone.

As for giving Marilyn a bit of support in exchange for having her kill Luke using the Hyde she controlled or by reviving Crackstone, it seemed more logical. That way, they wouldn’t be so involved in the whole ordeal. It was like paying a third party to handle the job, but now it wasn’t that way.

“Those are my father’s orders. Just follow the plan,” Sebastián said, not uttering another word. In a few minutes, they arrived at a rundown cabin where Tyler was waiting.

When Sabrina and the others left the cemetery, Atlas pulled a nearly flat circular device from his sleeve.

The device fit in his palm; it wasn’t very large. He pressed a button, and a three-dimensional figure was projected. This device allowed for holographic calls, a technology exclusive to psychic families.

“Master,” Atlas greeted respectfully, a stark contrast to how he spoke to Sabrina and the others.

“Atlas… Is the plan in motion?” the 3D figure spoke. Its tone was rough and calm. The face was not very distinguishable, as the hologram had a semi-transparent, bluish tint.

“Yes, Master. Everything is going according to plan. Soon, your children and their followers will send the outcast cop away, and I will begin the dark ritual to attack Nevermore with the undead,” Atlas responded.

Since the stupid normie failed her mission to kill Luke and revive Crackstone, Atlas had to take over both tasks. To attack a place full of outcasts and competent teachers, he couldn’t do it with his current strength and numbers.

Thus, Atlas had a new task. Through a ritual from a witchcraft book, he must revive the cemetery’s corpses and attack Nevermore. He had been working on this for some time. It was difficult to work at night without the ritual marks being noticed by the normies who worked there, but he managed to persuade them with his Gorgon power.

“A problem has arisen,” said the rough voice, belonging to Sabrina’s father, Elliot Spellman.

“What happened?” Atlas asked, surprised. It was rare to hear his master mention a problem. He always had everything under control.

“That boy, Luke Poe, knows they’re there. He filed a report with the outcast police,” Elliot responded, taking a calm sip from his glass.

“What? Impossible. Not even the outcast police found us until that normie died… Wait, was he involved in capturing the normie?” Atlas asked in surprise and disbelief.

“It’s very likely he played a part in it. The outcast police don’t accept reports lightly, especially when they’re against us. They must be confident in something,” Elliot said,

swirling his glass slightly.

“If the outcast police accepted his report, he must have presented some evidence,” Atlas said with a slight grimace. He had no idea when this could have happened.

“Through my contacts in the council, I learned about the report filed against us, but that’s all

I know. I’m not sure what kind of evidence was presented or how reliable it is… Luke Poe is now our number one priority again. Eliminate him, and if he has more evidence, destroy it,”

Elliot ordered.

“Won’t that be more suspicious against us?” Atlas asked. If they revived Crackstone and he killed Luke, they could come off as crazed fans of Crackstone and normies who hate outcasts

or something.

“It could be. But it’s better to eliminate him, and any evidence he possesses. It’s likely the boy has a double aura,” Elliot replied.

“Double aura?” Atlas repeated, surprise evident in his tone.

“Yes. It’s quite possible he also inherited his mother’s blue aura,” Elliot commented, several conjectures running through his mind.

“Once you take care of him, the grudge between our families will be over. Then focus on what’s important,” Elliot added, his tone more serious than before.

“Don’t worry, Master. I will obtain Crackstone’s demonic book,” Atlas assured.

“I hope so. Who would’ve thought the Book of Soyga would be in the possession of that normie? In his hands, the power will be wasted, but in mine…” Elliot said with a yearning

tone.

“If you complete all these important tasks, your reward will be significant, Atlas… You’ll have the chance to hold Goody Addams’ Book of Shadows in your hands. A high-level witchcraft book,” Elliot said, regaining his calm and indifferent demeanor.

“I will do it, Master. Don’t worry,” Atlas said with a slight smile. If you asked him, he preferred a high-level witchcraft book, especially one created by the powerful psychic Goody Addams. The dark rituals and spells in there had already been tested and wouldn’t fail. His

strength could increase.

He prefers that over demonic crap. His knowledge of demons is limited; he prefers not to get involved in topics he doesn’t understand.

“I expect good news,” Elliot said, ending the holographic call. Atlas put away the device and checked the time. Before reviving all the undead, he had to wait

for the signal from the brats. He hopes they don’t fail on such a simple mission. They just need to kill two normies and lead the outcast police agent to the trap they set up with prior

planning.

‘Luke Poe. Who would’ve thought that kid has two auras? He hides them very well,’ Atlas thought. He knew that the last member of the Poe family was a genius. He defeated his master’s daughter and several of her followers.

‘I hope he puts up a good fight before dying,’ Atlas thought with a slight smile, licking his

lips, imagining the near future when he would kill that genius.

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