"So we're just torturing him right?"

"And killing." Blaise corrected her in a bored tone.

"Yeah, I got that."

Ivy mumbled something incoherent under her breath. "Hm?" Blaise asked.

"Nothing." She said.

"So are we done here?"

"Yes." She answered, escorting him out. "We're starting tomorrow right?"

"Yeah..."

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Black wisps curled from Blaise's hands, crawling around the faceless body, gripping him, grasping at his mouth, muffling his screams.

The man screamed, blood spurting from his mouth as the black vines entered, the crimson blood staining Blaise's hands as he continued. The magic sprouted from Blaise's hands, the cursed black shoots enveloping the man until he was almost no longer visible, the man screamed, the sound almost a whisper.

The magic burst, the wisps of smoke coming out and covering the man in a black, tar-like ooze. The faceless man screamed again, his voice clearly ringing throughout the area.

The tar oozed off the featureless face and the red, blistered skin was stained vermillion. Blaise awoke drenched in sweat, he gasped for breath, unable to force enough oxygen into his lungs.

Was that what it would be like?

To kill; it was an interesting thought, what would it be like to know that his hands would be stained in one's blood? What would it be like knowing he was responsible for the loss of a life, the loss of a loved family member, a friend, a sibling?

Would he even be able to kill? The thoughts gnawed at him. Blaise shook his head, willing the dark thoughts away. 

A/N: So, how do y'all like this chapter? Any new ships? What do you think will happen? Thank y'all for reading! Stay safe!