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If you expected that stealing muggle weaponry would be more difficult, you would be sorely disappointed. Sure the security between this and the hospital was much higher. They even had actual functioning security cameras. The fundamental problem they had to deal with was I was invisible. That was an issue that the mundane society they lived in could not handle. 

They would have proof of my presence of course. All the security cameras mysteriously blowing up could not be explained. Neither could the fact that almost everyone guarding this location fell asleep. So the mundanes are certainly going to find something fishy going on. That fact is not up for debate.

They are just not capable of pointing any fingers at me. Sure, there might be some shade shoved onto the magical government. What little evidence they could find would certainly point to them. I just did not care that I would be endangering my fellow magicals. That sounded like their problem, not mine.

Nothing was my problem. I had no problems. Fortuna would take care of anything that would truly require my attention. If my actions lead to the mundane government taking a greater interest in the magical world then it happens. If it was for the best then Fortuna would allow it to happen. If it was not then my actions here would never be known to any that would actually need to hear them. I could feel her concern coursing through me, she would take care of it. Even if she did not so what? 

If the ministry was sensible, they would blame it on the very public terrorist problem. Knowing how the ministry operated, they probably would not take that option. Sensibility is not a trait we cultivated in the magical world. To be fair to them when you operate off of whimsy alone, it's hard to stay grounded. Not that that would be a very good excuse for their transgressions. I was just able to see how their society created that lack of sensibility.

Even if they chose to do the correct thing and blame the death eaters. The death eaters might actually make a public declaration that it was not them. Why would they Sully their pure blood hands with muggle weaponry? To have anyone say such things about them would bring immense dishonor. They were murderers and rapists, not bloody muggle sympathizers. 

That type of excuse would not pass for the muggle government but who cared about them? As long as the proper magical society knew exactly where they stood, everything was fine. I wonder if they would hold public rallies to decry this massive discredit. It's a sad state of affairs that I can't deny the possibility of that happening.

Those are the people I'm supposed to be fearful of. The big bads that are trying to take over the entire world. They were cartoonishly evil, and not even in a good way. I don't know how I ever took them seriously. It was probably the promises of wealth and power when I had very little of either. I was rather naive for such a jaded fellow.

So even if this is going to sour the relations between our two governments I can't find it in myself to care. Me not caring is how I found an entire armory in my inventory. I mean I don't exactly need it but it's nice to have. 

I suppose I could send the vast amount of weaponry I now possessed to Ashley. The problem with that is from my knowledge they live in a rather small apartment. So they're not exactly going to have enough space to store enough weaponry to raid a small nation. That problem does get solved when I take into account that Ashley also has an inventory. On the other hand, I do kind of want enough weapons to destroy Monoco. She did only want a revolver after all so I wouldn't be breaking any promises. I suppose it's rather greedy to keep the weapons when I have Star Burster Star blaster.

Then again I am a tyrant so why do I care what is fair? I am currently robbing a military base so I can't really stand on the moral high ground. It may have been nice to have these weapons but they would only be a neat thing to have. It was pointless and it was not something that could really bring me any sort of satisfaction.

In the end, I did not need it and maybe Ashley would get a kick from having countless guns. I was deciding this on my own which was ridiculous I might as well get her opinion.

 [Red-Head Obsessed Prince: So I may have robbed a military base what exactly did you want?]

[Likely To Fuck Her Brother: I don't really know how to respond to that. On one hand a wide variety of murder implements. On the other hand my friend is raiding the military.]

[Likely To Fuck Her Brother: Just send me a couple of guns and some ammunition. Maybe a rocket launcher as well. Oh and grenades can't have enough grenades.]

[Red-Head Obsessed Prince: I know I am the one that offered whatever I've stolen but maybe arming you with explosives is not the best idea.]

[Likely To Fuck Her Brother: But you promised!]

[Red-Head Obsessed Prince: That I did. Well what happens in another world is really not my problem so go wild. After sitting tight and prioritizing your safety that is. We did agree that you don't want to put your brother at risk just yet.]

[Likely To Fuck Her Brother: Still not happy about that but yeah no murdering that fat fuck just yet. My fucking warden gets to live another day.]

[Red-Head Obsessed Prince: Good, he does not deserve the mercy of a quick death by rocket launcher. When he does die he should regret even living at all.]

I did want to rip that asshole to shreds for daring to harm my friend. It was nice to feel anger at someone other than myself. I had several other targets for my rage but none that did not bring other baggage. So this faceless warden was someone I could unleash this pit on. To finally feel something again even if it was just blinding rage. I wanted to carve him into tiny little pieces. To cast the vilest of magics I could think of. I wanted him to be swallowed in an endless pit of despair until nothing of him remained. What he did to my friend was worth that retribution.

Ashley may not have been my friend when he subjected her to starvation but it did not matter. She was now my friend so I was allowed to take my murderous impulses out on that fool. Perhaps not the most reasonable of outlooks but I'm not a reasonable person. My plans to effectively blow up a castle can attest to that. I mean it's not like the castle did anything to me it's just the people inside of it that bugged me. So maybe nuking the childhood dream of many 90's babies was a tad rash.

So maybe I should nuke the castle with the student body in it? No that was a bit too much as well I don't exactly have grudges with everyone in the castle. I was ambivalent to the vast majority of them only a few of them have really pissed me off. So they don't exactly deserve the fate of being vaporized for just being in the presence of those who have earned my ire. Not to mention one of the only other people I cared about was a part of that student body. That means the plans for blowing up Hogwarts are going to have to be shelved for now. 

I was just going to have to settle for creating true miracles. My skills at making potions can really solve a lot of my problems. If I slowly drugged Lily with small dozes I could effectively turn her into someone who craved my presence. I was really the worst scum you could come across. It was only my desperate love of her that saved her from the fucked up things I could do.

She no longer had that protection but she also was no longer so enticing. Ultimately she was no longer worth the effort of doing any thing. So she should rejoice that she broke my black little heart in such a way. I was honestly not sure if anyone could make me do such a thing. The type of love that I felt was not something that you could come across anywhere. It was a dark obsessive thing that could only have been formed in the deepest of abysses.

So my talents in potion brewing would have to be concentrated on other fields. A better field to pursue would be to boost my physical capabilities. I would rather not be speed blitzed by any old vampire. I also would want to have all the capabilities of Spider-Man. Then again who wouldn't want to be able to do all that the web slinger could do? He managed to bag MJ and fucking black cat after all. Peter Parker was that guy and let no one deny that.

My brews could provide other things not just allowing me to box with werewolves. The various poisons that I could develop would be helpful. Now that I had access to a truly ludicrous amount of ingredients I had some rather diabolical experiments to conduct. The things I could do to others with the right brew would make Satan blush. Which now that I'm thinking about it would be a rather acceptable solution to Ashley's current dilemma. 

[Red-Head Obsessed Prince: How about I get you a poison that will slowly dissolve his intestines over the course of the next two weeks.]

[Likely To Fuck Her Brother: Not sure how I would poison the dickhead but that sounds metal as fuck so I definitely still want it.]

[Red-Head Obsessed Prince: You would just have to spray him with the bottle the next time he checks up on you guys.]

[Red-Head Obsessed Prince: A quick little spritz and he would be the one who prayed for death by starvation.]

[Likely To Fuck Her Brother: Gimmie!]

I probably shouldn't have even asked. Knowing Ashley as well as I do now I should have just sent it with a little note explaining what it does. It would have made a nice little surprise but I have already missed that opportunity. Oh well there's no use in crying over spilled milk. I would just have to surprise her with some other tool of mass genocide. 

I should probably also send her an antidote she did not strike me as the most careful individual. I wanted the guard to slowly choke on his own blood not Ashley or her brother. 

The amount of satisfaction I felt at the mental image of his slow painful death was wonderful. A sweet escape from what remains. Then the world started to close in again so I sealed it away. The forceful calm was just as torturous as it had always been. I knew that the rage grew stronger but I could not really feel it. It was just a well sealed beneath my skin. It was a pointless thing. A worthless thing that I did not need. No one needed what lay beneath my skin. I had other things to do. I could not be swallowed whole here. 

Now I just had to find a place to brew. I suppose I could commandeer some random abandoned home. Well, I suppose it doesn't have to be abandoned as I am more than willing to acquire anyone's home. It's not like anyone could really do anything to stop me from doing that. It just seemed like a downgrade after operating in a literal fucking castle. 

Going back to Hogwarts was an option. I may not particularly like the place but it was still a castle. If I booted every single person out of there it would then be my castle. It would save it from the fate of being nuked. Having a castle would be nice I guess. Not that it really mattered. Nothing really did after all.

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