Chapter Forty Four: The Vision of the Anti-Plagiarist

"Who is there?" he blindly asked the darkness. He was standing in an alleyway somewhere in the middle of Queens, New York City, not knowing the reason why or how he got there. But he was there, still, fully conscious of where he was, although the circumstances that happened before he arrived at that dark place was not fully clear in the back of his mind. He has no complete recollection, and he feels as if he was lost somewhere, in a place too foreign to him.

"I asked you to be here," a deep voice, obviously male, answered his query. The voice was chilling, but the courageous Anti-Plagiarist was not scared in a tiny bit. The Diaspora had prepared themselves to never know the complex emotions involved in the process of pure cowardice.

"But why are you summoning me in this place?" the Anti-Plagiarist asked in a strong voice. He then retrieved his powerful parchment from the inner pocket of his jacket, in case anything suspicious happens in this very unlikely conversation.

"You still feel conscious, are you?" the voice asked in a forceful tone. It now sounds pretty irritated and annoyed.

"Why do you want me to be here? Answer me clearly or I will launch an attack with no hesitation!"

The male voice laughed uncontrollably. If it wasn't too deep this time; the pitch of the voice may be comparable to the sound of a screaming banshee.

"You are like that Records Officer. Both of you are fools!"

"So, it was you after all. You are the One very skilled in employing the decoys," the Anti-Plagiarist said with a smirk. "You probably already know why the Diaspora was here, am I correct? After all these years, there is still nothing new to the operations of the Defiant Institution. But I can assure you that your Institute will never succeed, sir. Not this time."

"What do you know about the plans of the Defiance movement? You are also aware that your daggers are cursed. There is also evil inside you."

"My weapon may be cursed, alright, and including myself, but the parchment has an innate goodness in itself, too. But then again, it is very capable of piercing the Blanket of Evil, and all the powers of darkness that you have stolen out of the purity of these useful willows. You willeventually llose in the end."

The Anti-Plagiarist readied his clear parchment for the attack. His fountain pen is in place.

The was a cunning silence. It was taunting him.

"Leave me at once!" he shouted to the darkness.

The element of the Defiant Institution left his presence on command, but the cadaver of the poor Gremlin that the Sovereign used for this conversation lay lifeless on the dirty ground. Some rats scurried away from the sound of its fall while the bulb light nearby regains illumination. It was too pitiful to watch. The Society refers to these helpless creatures as Urban Legends, known to them as the enemy, the ones who are bad and vicious; however, they are completely mustaken. They are the unwilling victims of these shameless identity thieves.

Truly, the eye can deceive the whole body, flesh and soul. These evil plagiarists must be held accountable for all their crimes against the solemnity attributed to all created things in a manner protected by divine grace. They must be severely punished for all of their crimes and if eternal fire is all what they deserve, then so be it.

May the Angels guide them in this quest.

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