Chapter 243: Librarian Guy; 1001 Pages to Read!

Solomon would be dragged into pure black once more, his eyes darting around to try and understand his surroundings. He could hear murmurs up above him, the sounds of crying and pleads were the most prevalent. It was clear that he is going to be under the influence of the Boss' magic, but how was he going to harm him is the question. An intercom is played only to the ears of the Biblical Sorcerer, hearing his words again. "For leading the group, giving them ideas in splitting up, giving alias', and demolishing the land entirely, you will be the first to fall. The boy who lived under piles upon piles of books, desperately trying to reach for the sun. Desperately trying to live his life in peace. Judgement awaits you."

Fwip!

The bottom of the box opens, dropping Solomon straight down. Lights began to flare up, allowing him to see where he properly is: a Hardcover book, with lots of pages lined up, some having holes on its sides. To his right, the Sorcerer noticed that there were three cut-outs, one of them being smaller than the other two. All three of them possessed the same eye color, yet at the same time, such an eye color looked demonic, with a sigil of a five-pointed star on the iris. Solomon was quick to recognize what was happening, but before he fully explored his thoughts, the first page began to fall. In a flash, the boy ran straight across the book, reaching for the hole and positioning himself so he wouldn't be crushed under its weight. Another page was present, more holes being visible. The second page began to fall, and Solomon repeated his mad dash. One by one, such pages sunk again and again, going slightly faster and faster, with the Biblical Sorcerer taking notice that the smallest cut-out was darting its eyes across the giant book's contents. It was reading. While he was distracted by such literature, he didn't noticed that one of the holes were darker than the rest, a hole that Solomon thought was just deeper than the others.

SHIKK!!

Slashes straight across his body. The hole itself was a warp directly into a small, compact cylinder, filled with knives and barbed wire, cutting through his skin like it was butter. The boy grunted as blood leaked out, but he couldn't waste any further time, as the pages were getting faster and faster in its descent. "So.....This is how he's going to kill us." He'd mumble to himself, coughing out such sanguine as he tried to choose the non-infected holes, yet as more the cutout read, the more such holes were made, and the more he was forced to go through them.

SHIKK!!! SHIKK!! SHIKK!!

More and more, such knives cut through his flesh. More and more, such wire lashed at his body, his clothes becoming tattered and ruined, stained in red, as he'd desperately kept running. "He's going to do this to the others, isn't he...? He's going to make them suffer what I'm going through. A personal hell for each of us...A personal hell to guarantee our death..." Such a thought brought him to near tears, yet such thoughts motivated him through the pain and desperation. A spell was casted straight towards his hands, two crowns of thorns, each wrapped around his wrist, letting more blood spill out. In exchange, he'd use such crown of thorns to barrage through the death traps each hole was transporting him, his resolution at its peak. He kept on punching and punching through each and every hole, right up until he'd see the final page and the other side of the cover. No holes were spotted, so instead, Solomon would burrow one through. He'd cast a spell straight towards his very body, increasing his strength and winding up his punch in a corkscrew.

Might of Samson.

KA-BOOM!!!

With one, mighty punch, he drilled a hole straight through the cover and page, finally making it to the other side, the blood leaking profusely out of his wrists and arms. He fell to his knees and lowered such arms, letting him take a breather, letting him see the light once more. As he opened his eyes, however, he can see something coming down with extreme prejudice: A Stamp. The sky above him began to darken as the stamp got in its way, blocking the light. The Biblical Sorcerer couldn't help but smile as he'd see it come down, a revelation hitting him in time. He'd try to raise his arms to block the stamp, the blood splashing out of his body across the shadowed fate, but it was no use.

KRACC!!!

Impact was made.

A pool of red is what was left, his cape being abandoned behind. The stamp lifts up and showcases a symbol, a six pointed star. The Seal of Solomon. Two signatures were also made utilizing the pool, being a cursive writing dubbed "Mama" and "Papa." The Cutout jumps in jubilee as it would grab the messy book and make its way to a shelf, before being carried by the two other's hands and making their way to a kitchen, grabbing a container full of ice cream, and bonding with one another as they consume the frozen treat. The book's spinal chord was the last thing for everyone but the other three children to see: "The Story of Solomon, How to Cast Magic, by E. W. S."

"And so, the boy befalls to his grasp for life. He should've listened to their words, and stay put, like how a good child should." The intercom would finish, the lights within the scene going out, allowing the last visual of the book to be seen by the siblings, staring in horror at what they witnessed. One of the staff members wrote something within the contract, letting it burn away into ash as it carried out its role, turning towards his left to prepare the next execution for the next child that broke the laws of the Witch Hour.

Solomon was no more.