Half-step Purgatory

For a long time, Malin always felt that Fate had been quite generous to him. Although he had to face that life-threatening job every day, as long as he had the lovely Leopard Girl cooking delicious food for him daily, and as long as there was meat to eat and cats to stroke, life wasn't too unbearable. Working a bit harder and facing some difficulties on the job weren't really an issue for a man.
Moreover, being able to live two lives meant one shouldn't have too high demands, right, Mr. Different-Kind?
Having said that, and without waiting for an answer, the young man snapped his fingers, and the white flame on his fingertip lit the tobacco in his other hand, then he flicked it towards the non-human entity on the stake.
Welcome to Abield, to witness the last splendor of the steampunk era.
And the madness.

Steampunk Era: Mad Abield

The next morning, at the Demon Hunter Guild's equipment yard, while waiting for the sled, Malin listened to Niergen boast. According to this young man, in the fjords to the north of Copenhagen, there lay a vast city of the dead, filled with all manner of Spirits, different kind, and rogue Machine Souls, and of course, mostly the souls of the deceased scattered everywhere.


"Those poor souls are residents from the Great Destruction Era, only retaining memories from before their death. They're harmless most of the time, but when they're hit by a beam from a purple flashlight or a purple flare, they go into a rampage until they're purified by the purple light, or the flashlight and flare are destroyed," Niergen claimed.


"What about a flash?" Malin, while arranging his magazine without looking back, asked.


"Flash?" The young Niergen didn't understand.


So Malin had to give a simpler explanation, "It's when the flashlight is turned on and off instantly."


Section 506: Wisdom is the Most Dangerous Weapon in Human Hands (Part Four)