Blood Drops pt. 2

The news continued to replay clips for days and ask how it could happen. Someone on Fox News had decided Jewish people had some kind of high tech weapon and they actually ran with the story. Others said protesters fired on police all at once. None of them knew. Magic wasn't understandable to people outside of the circles. Angelic and Demonic magic were even less understood. Things deemed to powerful for humans, studied in the darkness.

"How did you do it," LaTrell asked as he drove the car.

"I just thought about what I wanted to happen, and it happened," Lionel responded as if it was no big deal.

"No, how did you sell your soul to a devil? Where did you even find a devil?"

"Oh, that. Well, it's kind of your fault," Lionel joked but didn't get a response. "When we got pulled over last year. That cop put his gun to your head, and I couldn't do anything but watch. I thought I was going to lose my best friend. I started looking for more powerful magic, stuff that was banned. Things that shouldn't be messed with. Things that could change the world. I couldn't find anything."

Lionel paused, LaTrell just thought about that night. They had only been sitting in the car, listening to music outside their favorite restaurant. The police said they fit the description of robbery suspects. They had been there for over an hour, they had committed no crimes and the police couldn't even give them a description other than black males. LaTrell was asking too many questions, and Lionel wouldn't stop looking the officer in the eyes. He put the gun to LaTrell's head and told him to shut up until backup arrived. The only reason they didn't die that night is because people walked out of the restaurant and began taping.

"I remember that. It still haunts me," LaTrell breaks the silence.

"Well I thought about it a lot. I thought about Tamir Rice, Sandra Bland, and everyone else. I just couldn't find an answer. One night I found myself screaming in my apartment. Nothing but rage. Then it was like I was swallowed into a pit of darkness. Suddenly I was met with a blinding white light, and it was cold. So cold. Before me stood a man, his face constantly changing, never stopping on one for too long."

"It is difficult to fight against anger, for a man will sell his soul for revenge," is what the demon said.

"I told him what I wanted. He granted me power I couldn't dream of. We don't really need to be driving, I could just teleport us," LaTrell didn't answer Lionel's offer. "I traveled the world for three weeks trying to find an answer, and couldn't. Oppression was everywhere I went," Lionel continued. "So I thought, the best way to deal with it, was just make an example of people who would hurt others."

"So you decided to turn fifty-seven police officers into red rain," LaTrell asked, disgusted knowing the answer.

"No, the first thing I did was kill a group of slave traders in Libya," Lionel answered without malice.

"So you just go around killing people now?"

"It wasn't my original plan, but I couldn't find a better way."

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